Archive of Our Own

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Parapraxis, commonly known as a Freudian slip, is a minor error in speech, memory, or action (such as a slip of the tongue) that is believed to reveal a hidden, unconscious wish, desire, or thought. 

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As routine would take him, Captain Steve Rogers was on his way down to the base level of his Hydra facility where he will find the asset after having just completed a mission. Most of the time, the Captain is not the one to visit the asset after his successful mission—and rather, it’s one of the lower level leaders like Pierce or Rumlow.

Today, though—things were different. Steve Rogers had been avoiding more personal scenarios with the asset for the last several years, afraid that his contact with him might break the brainwashing they’ve spent so long perfecting. It was a price he was willing to pay for the sake of Hydra and their work.

So, Steve was always in the background. The asset was aware of him, and knew that he was the boss, but he was never directly faced with him.

Steve, in his own ways, still remained possessive of the asset. For example—most of the Hydra operatives, particularly Rumlow, would visit the asset for sexual favors…especially after a successful mission. Steve wasn’t against that, so long as nobody ever put anything into the asset.

Meaning, the asset was solely used for oral pleasure to the operatives that visited him. Rumlow was the most frequent flier, and there were a few times where he’d almost taken it too far by attempting to touch the asset in ways that have been forbidden, but Steve, possessive as he is, has stopped it from occurring.

On his way down to the asset’s room, Steve sees Rumlow and Rollins eagerly standing outside of it, and it looks like they’re about to go in together. They stop though, once they see their Captain approaching them.

“Cap,” Rumlow nods at him, and Rollins follows suit. They expect that Steve is just walking by them, that he’s on his way down the hall…but he actually stops in front of them, and nods back.

“Rumlow, Rollins.”

“Something we can do for you?” Rumlow asks. He was always the first to bark.

“You can start by telling me what you’re doing outside the asset’s room,” his voice is calm, but stern. Rumlow glances at Rollins with a confused and slightly uncertain look in his eyes.

“We uh—we’re getting our favors, you know um…,” and he’s not sure why he’s struggling to say it, as if it’s a secret that the asset sucks dick all the time—it’s not. Steve is fully aware of it, and he even encourages it. So why is Rumlow stuttering?

“Something got your tongue, Rumlow?” Steve crosses his arms and angles his head down a little, just reinforcing their very physical difference as they stand before each other. Rollins had already stepped back a little bit.

“No, Captain—forgive me, I’m here to get my dick sucked by the asset,” Brock clears his throat, crossing his arms too to help himself feel just a little bit better.

“I see,” Steve clicks his tongue, “I’m dismissing you—the asset is with me today,” which Steve can’t believe he actually said out loud, that it’s really happening. It’s a dangerous game he’s playing, but he’s indulging nonetheless.

“But—”

“You need your dick sucked so bad—why don’t you ask Rollins?” Steve seems completely serious, but it throws Rollins for a loop as he looks with wide eyes at Rumlow, almost like he just got them in some deep shit. Which…well…

“Are you kidding?” Rumlow is clearly offended, but that only makes Steve double down on it.

“No, matter of fact—I want you to film it for me,” he grabs Rumlow’s dick through his pants, which causes him to jump from shock. Steve has touched them inappropriately before, but it felt a little tense right now.

“Film it?” Rumlow responds, voice hoarse as he pretends like Steve’s grip isn’t hurting like hell.

“Yes, and I want you to cum—,” he walks around until he’s behind Rollins, putting his arms over him from behind and wrapping his gloved hand around to pinch Rollins’ cheeks together, “—right here, in Rollins’ mouth.”

Steve is smiling like a maniac, happy to have ordered his leading operative to get head from Rollins—who is arguably Rumlow’s best friend. They’re almost always seen together, so Steve figures it’ll just make this that much more awkward for them—and he likes that.

“I—”

“You got that?” Steve cuts Rumlow off loudly. Rollins looks uncomfortable, staring Rumlow in the eyes like a fucking cry for help, and clearly pissed off that he’s been ordered to give him head. Steve releases his grip from Rollins’ upper body, and walks beside the both of them again, awaiting a response from Rumlow since it was Rumlow that he was giving the order to.

Rumlow nods towards Steve before slowly turning away and grabbing Rollins’ bicep aggressively so they could continue walking together. They both failed to look each other in the eye as they made their descent down the hall.

Steve wiped the smile off of his face before opening the asset’s chambers and entering the liminally lit room. It was dark, hardly any furniture in it. It was the asset’s own personal room, so anything he owns—or…anything he’s been granted permission to own—is all that is in there.

There’s a bed, very stagnant grey-colored bedding, and it’s not very big. Maybe a full sized bed. There’s a closet, with very limited clothing options. There’s a bathroom connected to the bedroom, and it’s also very limited—sterile living conditions.

But that’s all the asset needs, really. He’s a weapon, not to be used as anything but that. Steve personally crafted the asset, this idea—once he found out that his best friend and former lover, Bucky Barnes, survived the fall. That wasn’t part of the plan.

Bucky Barnes was supposed to die.

Steve couldn’t have that in his ledger, his best friend and lover—which nobody knew about the love part but himself—being alive and aware that Hydra exists. When they brought his living body before Steve, he hesitated to put him down again.

Pushing him off the train was already hard enough as it was—Steve was surprised he even did it, but he had to…for the bigger picture. It was an accident that he survived.

Even worse, Steve had to pretend like it didn’t bother him to see Bucky’s mutilated body before him, while still very much alive. It almost made him want to…fix him. And so, he did. 

Steve created a project called The Winter Soldier, where Bucky was going to be brainwashed until he couldn’t even remember his name, and used for the benefit of Hydra and their missions. It was perfect, everything about it worked just as it was meant to—Steve even gave him a new arm, a metal arm. 

He fixed him.

The one thing was just that…Steve was afraid of what would come out of the winter soldier if he were to face him directly. Their bond before everything was so strong, too strong. It was a risk for Steve to talk to him, to touch him—to…fuck him.

God, it’s been so long. Steve used to fuck Bucky’s pussy all the time, it was their favorite thing to do in private. It had to be in private because their relationship was taboo, given the time they came from. It was a secret then, and it’s a secret now.

It doesn’t bother Steve that the guys tend to use the asset’s mouth for their oral pleasures, but it surely fucking bothers him to imagine them fucking his pussy. But the asset has been so good, so crucial to their plan of world domination, that Steve almost feels compelled to praise him for it.

Sexually.

And…of course—it wouldn’t be Steve if there was a motive of selfishness in there. So yeah, he’s finally indulging because he too, hasn’t had sex since the last time he fucked Bucky…which was the same day he pushed him from the train.

“Asset,” Steve echoes into the chambers, squinting at the asset before him.

The asset is standing in the middle of the room, still wearing his mask and combat gear since he hasn’t been instructed otherwise. It’s routine for him to wait like this until one of his handlers comes in to assess him and generally receives a blowjob from him.

So that’s what the asset is expecting when Captain Rogers enters the room, even though he’s most certainly afraid of this man—seeing as he’s not often met directly with him. The Captain is but a mystery. The asset stiffens up while the blond man approaches in his Hydra stealth suit.

“Komandir,” the asset brings his hand to his forehead, saluting Steve while he closes in on the space between them. It was natural for him to speak Russian as his first language at this point, since it was Vasily Karpov who actually carried out The Winter Soldier project, and he’s a soviet.

The asset rarely ever spoke English unless instructed otherwise, generally by people like Rumlow or Pierce. Many of their operatives were still made up of soviets, or what was left of them, so Russian was a common language to hear.

Steve feels his heart rate rise just a little as he gets close enough to the asset to see the blue of Bucky’s eyes. So distant, yet right there before him. He reaches his hands up to undo the muzzle around the asset’s mouth, which is usually indicative that it’s time to drop to his knees and suck his handler’s dick.

So, just as Steve unclasps the muzzle and it comes off of his mouth, the asset begins to drop to his knees as proper protocol would follow. And he’s not trying to screw around right now, not with their leading Captain in the room.

The asset is wondering if he’s done something wrong to be getting paid a visit by him. Maybe if he sucks his dick good enough, the Captain will leave him unscathed.

“No,” he hears his handler order, while grabbing a handful of his long hair as he was mid-way onto his knees. The asset stops in his tracks, and feels Steve begin to pull him up by his hair. He obeys, until he’s standing back up straight, staring the blond man in the eyes.

The asset awaits an order, but his komandir seems distracted—he won’t stop looking at his eyes, squinting like he’s searching for something.

It’s strange for Steve to be this close to the asset after such a long time apart, physically. He lets go of his hair and brings his hand around to caress the asset’s jawline, feeling the stubble on his fingertips. 

“Do you know who I am?” Steve asks, and it’s a layered question. But he’s testing the waters.

“Da—Komandir, ser,” the asset replies, not faltering their eye contact.

Good. That’s what Steve wants to hear. He hasn’t come in here to undo years of brainwashing.

“Undress for me,” Steve commands, and the asset seems surprised. His eyes go wide, he can’t help it. He’s never been ordered to undress in front of anybody before, not since they were running tests on him during the initial process of creating him—and he barely remembers that.

“Da…Komandir…,” the asset nods, slowly stepping back to give himself enough space for unloading every bit of his clothing. Steve can hear the unease in his voice, and that pleases him—to hear how Bu—the asset, wouldn’t be so eager to be naked in front of just anybody.

Steve watches while the asset begins to undress, first removing his combat boots. It takes a minute to untie them and fully slip out of them. Next comes his belts and buckles, removing those individually. There were a lot of miscellaneous pieces on his combat clothes.

He removes his gloves too, and then he starts to unbuckle his leather straps that go across his chest. Those take a minute, and he seems timid—like he’s taking his time on purpose. Steve continues watching him, not wanting to interrupt his process. He’s admiring it, really.

Finally, the asset is able to remove his jacket. It reveals his clean chest, shaved—as was part of the hygiene protocol that the asset was required to follow. Steve takes a deep breath, and it’s shaking. It’s been so long since he’s seen Bucky this close with his shirt off.

A beautiful man he was, olive skin tone and muscly as ever. His metal arm was so shiny next to his skin. Steve had to take it all in, and it was almost overwhelming—but he kept his composure. 

The asset is avoiding any and all eye-contact towards Steve, which Steve is painfully aware of. If there was one thing he missed most from Bucky—it was the eye contact they’d make, no matter where they were. Whether it was during sex, across the battlefield—or across the school yard, they always found it difficult to look away from each other.

Steve is worried, admittedly, that maintaining eye contact for too long was going to trigger something. The desire to fuck the asset was becoming overbearing, though—so Steve thought to just bite the bullet and deal with it as it comes.

“Pants too, soldier,” Steve orders after seeing the asset had really slowed down by the time it came to just his pants and socks left. The asset gulps loud enough for Steve to hear.

“Da…Komandir,” he agrees, and it’s quieter this time. He must be shy.

As the asset finally removes his pants, and socks thereafter, he is quick to place his metal hand over his more private area—despite him still having his boxers on. Steve isn’t very pleased that the asset is seemingly misunderstanding the directions he’s been giving him.

This is his first time actually directly ordering the asset to do anything, and his expectations were higher than this. But…it’s sort of nice to see the asset hesitate—since it really proves that he’s not been used for anything like this before. Not since he can remember, at least.

It’s interesting, Steve’s not sure where the asset’s memories lie in terms of sex and what it is. All he’s been familiar with since he’s been brainwashed is sucking dick—something he doesn’t even have himself, so the concept of pleasure must be that much more complicated for him, no?

“Undress completely, soldier,” Steve says flatly. The asset is shy, and it’s so obvious with the way he’s standing—with his knees sort of turned in on themselves, and his arms apprehensively stretched out along the front of his body.

“Da…,” he replies, the quietest he’s spoken so far. He gasps when his metal arm touches his own skin as he slips his thumbs into each side of his underwear, pulling them down evenly on both sides. 

Steve can’t help but hold his breath, anticipating the reveal. Once the asset steps out of his underwear, he straightens up, trying to cover his intimates as best he could—especially feeling the piercing stare of Steve Rogers before him. 

There was a good amount of space between the two of them, but it didn’t change how uncomfortable the asset felt. Especially when he sees Steve take a step forward, the stiff sound of his combat boots and thick material rubbing together on his suit. 

The asset looks into Steve’s eyes as he continues to approach him, slow steps but closing in on the space nonetheless. 

Steve feels out of control with how the asset looks before him. Naked and beautiful, just like he’s always been. His hair is just longer, body more rough than he last recalls—although his skin still looks smooth—and his pussy…ugh, Steve can’t wait to taste him on his tongue. 

He continues walking forward, which instinctively makes the asset begin walking backwards until his back hits the wall—and he remains shyly covering his body parts. The asset couldn’t help but back away from Steve because yes, he fucking scares him. And being naked made him feel far more vulnerable than he usually would. 

“Do I scare you?” Steve asks as the asset feels the squish of his butt against the cold wall. There was about a foot of space between them, which was barely any at all for the asset’s comfort. 

“Da,” he replies, looking up to his handler with his big, glossy ocean eyes. 

“In English,” Steve wants to hear the voice he used to know. 

“Yes, Captain,” the asset sounds breathless. Steve brings his hand to Bucky’s cheek and runs the back of his knuckles across it, framing his face until it falls into a gentle cupping of his jaw. The asset looks surprised to be touched so gently, he’s skeptical of it. 

“Do you ever touch yourself, soldier?” Steve brings his hand to the tip of the asset’s chin, tilting his head up higher and staring as they don’t break eye contact. 

“I don’t understand the question, Captain,” his voice sounds unsure. Like there’s a shake in it. 

“Let me help you understand,” Steve drops his hand gently from Bucky’s chin, tracing down his neck, sternum, and finally landing on his chest, where he moves his hand to the right—flicking slightly over the asset’s nipple. The asset gasps at the stimulation. 

“Oh—”

“Do you touch yourself here?” Steve asks, specifically this time. His thumb is pressed lightly on the asset’s nipple, and he’s moving it ever so slightly—circling the area. 

“No, sir,” the asset swallows hard, becoming increasingly nervous. 

“Hm,” Steve is surprised, although he figures it makes sense. The asset has never been stimulated sexually, and is too physically stunted to explore his body on his own. A shame, really…but all the more fun for Steve, getting to show him the ropes like this…just like they did when they were kids. 

“Mn…,” the asset whimpers slightly, a small display of distress. Steve can’t help but smirk a little. He begins to slide his hand down his body now, which causes the asset to tense up just that much more. 

When he reaches the top of his pussy, his fingers are within the tamed bush that the asset is required to keep just above where his lips are. A clean cut bush is just visually appealing to match the long dark hair on his head. His pussy lips and everywhere else surrounding that area are clean shaven, as instructed. 

“And what about—,” Steve slides his fingers just a little further down until they slip slightly between the asset’s pussy lips—which causes him to gasp again, “—here…do you touch yourself here?”

“No—sir,” his voice is shaking tremendously this time. The asset is shocked, it feels so…strange. This button of some kind that Steve seems to have his finger on, is just sending these unbelievable vibrations through his body. It began making his privates throb, or like…pulsate. 

“How does it feel?” Steve begins to move his fingers, only a little. The asset stiffens up again, jutting backwards into the wall as he processes the stimulation he’s suddenly receiving. 

“S-strange, sir,” he says quickly, like admitting it feels good might get him into trouble. 

“Does it feel good, soldier?” Steve prompts him specifically. 

“Da—uh, yes, commander,” he corrects himself, breaths becoming more ragged by the second. Steve smirks again, clearly amused by the asset’s sudden loss of coordination and decorum.

“Will you get wet for me, soldier?” It’s a confusing question for the asset, to say the least. Again, sex is not something he’s familiar with in context of his own body, but as he thinks about it…it’s not all that strange to consider wetness in regards to his private area. He’s seen it before, but didn’t know what it meant. Now, he’s sort of getting an idea.

“I—”

But Steve cuts him off—not like the asset knew what he was about to say anyway. His mouth just started moving, as if responding to his handler was more important than staring at him with an unsure expression.

The way Steve cuts him off is by his own hand—the free hand—snaking up to the asset’s mouth and putting his finger over his lips. He’s softly touching the skin, which is causing the asset to short circuit just a little bit—especially since his fingers haven’t stopped sliding themselves around the button in his privates.

“Lay on the bed for me, soldier,” Steve orders. He’s reminiscing, really. The way they used to have sex was somewhat similar to this—where Steve was still ordering Bucky around. It was the only place Steve could act as aggressive as he is by nature, because Bucky liked it.

The asset hesitates since he is still against the wall, but once he feels Steve retract his fingers from his intimates and take a small step back, he adheres to the order and begins shuffling towards his bed—hesitant as he comes. 

Steve slowly follows him, walking behind him still fully clothed and staring at the asset’s ass. He’d always had a nice ass. Steve couldn’t ever forget it, but seeing it in real time after having been veiled from the opportunity as only made him that much more excited to fuck his lover—or what’s left of him.

The asset sits at the end of his bed and begins pushing himself further up into it with his legs and arms. It’s graceful, but it’s obvious that he looks nervous and unsure. Once he’s about halfway up the bed, he lays down as he was ordered to—just plainly on his back. 

Steve walks over to the end of the bed.

“Put your knees up for me,” he says. The asset obeys, bending his knees until they’re pointed at the ceiling. At this, Steve reaches his hands around the asset’s upper legs, gripping tight on his thighs and pulling him towards the end of the bed until his ass basically rested on the edge of it.

The asset gasps, a small moan releasing from his tongue. It was a moan of distress and uncertainty, which seems to be the feeling he can hardly escape right now.

“Mnn,” he hears his handler hum while his hands snake up to his kneecaps. It’s not long before the asset feels the handler begin pushing his knees back to his chest—which is just the strangest feeling, being folded up like this. It’s a foreign position for the asset.

Steve’s eyes go wide while he bends the asset this way, and his hands snake underneath his knees as it happens. Now, he’s gripping his legs by the bend in his knees, which helps him to start spreading the asset the other way—by moving his legs further apart.

This will reveal the asset’s pussy, which Steve can’t wait to look at—let alone, taste. Steve is fixated on the asset’s pussy, which he can now see clear as day. He had a fat pussy, swollen-looking lips, although very flush and olive toned, and his clit was poking out from between them.

He had a nice, big clit. Perfect for sucking on.

“Asset,” Steve looks up at him to see that he’s trembling like a leaf, staring at the ceiling anticipating something likely painful—since he doesn’t know better.

“Yes, Komandir?” He replies, a Russian tinge on the latter half—not lifting his head to look at him.

“Look at me,” Steve orders, just as he begins to drop onto his knees so that his head is within a few breaths from the asset’s very exposed pussy.

“Da…,” he lifts his head, resting his upper body weight on both of his elbows as he bends his arms to help hold himself up. It’s an odd sight, seeing his handler between his legs—especially Steve, whom he’s never had the displeasure of working with so directly.

He fears that this may lead to some kind of mutilation. That’s what they did to him, they’d hurt him a lot to test his limits—or rather, make it so that there are no limitations. That was the point of a lot of exercises they did.

“You’ve been so valuable to us, soldier,” Steve praises from between his legs, moving his head close enough so that the hot of his breath brushes against the big ball of nerves on his pussy—otherwise known as his clit. The asset jolts at the stimulation.

Steve is grinning, watching the asset become more uncertain by the second because—what is this? It feels strangely good to be stimulated there, and again—it’s foreign to him.

Steve begins to close in just enough for his lips to brush against the asset’s clit peeking out of his pussy lips—which makes the asset jump again.

“I—” 

He even begins to try to speak, but he can’t say anything. Nothing comes from his mouth other than the brief moment of self proclamation. Steve can’t help but smile at this, staring back up into the asset’s eyes while he panics internally.

The asset remains physically composed as best as he can despite feeling very uncomfortable and shocked. It’s his job to remain still and compliant unless ordered otherwise. So, he deals with it, staring right back into the eyes of his handler as he puts his lips together and gently kisses his clit.

Oh.

The asset thinks about the ways he’s been ordered to perform oral sex on the Hydra operatives he works with—how some of them like to just skull-fuck him relentlessly, and others have advised him to be more gentle in the beginning by kissing them.

So it all makes sense for a second, that this is like that only the asset is on the receiving end of it. The gentle kiss makes him feel it through his whole body, it gives him chills and he suddenly feels himself wanting more of it.

Steve giggles lowly and does it again, a small—very brief kiss directly onto his clit. He watches how the asset’s eyes get wider at the second kiss. Again, Steve can’t help but smile. It’s almost as if he’s teasing him, depriving him of something he personally can’t wait to indulge on.

Steve decides to ask him a question, one that would surely confuse the asset but that’s exactly why he does it—to see how much he understands, and what his response would be.

“Do you want me to eat your pussy, soldier?” He just barely whispers it, causing the hot of his breath to brush against the asset’s clit again—which sends his head spinning. He stiffens up, trying to decipher the question.

He’s not sure why, since he doesn’t really understand the euphemism of eat in the context of what seems to be his very private, intimate area, which Steve seems to call his pussy, but he feels compelled to answer it with nothing other than—

“Da, Komandir…,” his voice, breathless and shaking. Steve is proud to hear him agree to it, especially knowing that he may not understand what it means. And that’s just the exciting part, how the asset feels compelled to say yes to his handler, even if he’s risking his own wellbeing.

“You feel where my hands are holding your legs?” Steve prompts, squeezing his hands a little to indicate where he’s grabbing him.

“Yes.”

“I want you to hold your legs back by grabbing where my hands are,” he advises him, and the asset obeys. He begins to extend his arms forward, snaking his metal hand and flesh hand around the backs of his knees and holding his legs back as instructed. 

“Like this?” The asset asks, which is strange—for him to form a question off of his tongue. He doesn’t speak very often, and when he does, it’s usually yes’s and sir’s and komandir’s, so tonight was proving to be odd for several different reasons, since his vocabulary continuously gets challenged as his handler wills it.

“Yes, soldier. Just like that,” Steve praises, moving his own hands to grab each ankle gently, lifting them up a little so he can properly wedge himself above the asset’s pussy. Steve has broad shoulders and big arms, so getting this position right was a bit of a challenge. But he figures it out.

“Oh,” the asset can’t help but express surprise as Steve very comfortably stationed himself at the asset’s pussy.

“Do not close your legs at any point—do you understand?” Steve must make this clear, since the stimulation may cause the asset to spasm, closing his legs to stop Steve from licking him which is everything the Captain doesn’t want. The asset has one job.

“Da, Komandir,” he replies, keeping his head lifted as he watches Steve begin closing in on his pussy again with his lips pursed, like a kiss.

Steve starts with a small kiss again, letting the asset get used to the feeling. Although, it’d take a long time before the asset actually feels used to something like this. The pleasure is anything but normal to him.

After a few more kisses, Steve begins to let his tongue slip out, which causes a bit of saliva to come with it. The asset felt Steve mush down into his clit a little harder with every kiss. The harder he did it, the better he felt. The asset kept his mouth hung slightly open to let his shaky breaths escape as he watched his handler taste him like this.

When Steve’s tongue starts flicking slowly over the asset’s clit, he tastes Bucky. It’s a sweet flavor, always has been. Steve can’t help but feel euphoric at the taste, his sweet baby hasn’t changed down here even through all the time their lips have been apart.

Steve’s tongue is working in a more fluid motion now, coming further out of his mouth as he parts the asset’s pussy lips wider—running his tongue further down into the crease of his skin, ensuring that it never not once leaves his clit. But movement remains consistent, nonetheless.

The asset is squirming at this point—but he remembers his order, to not close his legs. He throws his head back into the mattress to help concentrate on the task at hand, to keep his legs open for the handler. And it’s a difficult task, to say the least.

Steve can’t get enough of his clit and the wetness coming from that perfect hole in his pussy. So, every time his tongue extends low enough to get a good lap of the discharge, he brings it back up to rub over the asset’s clit, which is becoming more swollen and red as the stimulation occurs.

When he runs his tongue over his clit, he keeps bringing it into some kind of kiss—almost as if he’s making out with his pussy. It’s creating this clicking sound, the kiss of Steve’s wet mouth and the asset’s wet pussy. As he does this, he sucks along the asset’s clit, pulling it from his pussy for a brief second while the kiss commences.

The asset is short circuiting at the feeling. He’s never been pleasured like this, not since before he was made into the weapon he is. He doesn’t remember it, even as it’s happening—it’s a completely new feeling to him.

Steve is curious about it, as he continues to eat his pretty little pussy, if the asset remembers it at all. It’s something he wants to interrogate him on, while ensuring he’s not accidentally triggering the memory by asking him about it. But he’s curious, really. And it’s not like the asset will share the information by his own hand.

So when Steve’s mouth isn’t so busy sucking his pussy, he’ll be more than happy to prompt the asset with such questions.

But for now, his mouth is busy while he continuously sucks his clit and licks his labia. Steve can be heard slightly giggling into his pussy, which gives the asset chills. To hear such joy coming from somebody he fears while he’s actively providing him with pleasure and stimulation that’s never even occurred to him was slightly intimidating.

He’s still uncertain, not sure what to think about this—although, thinking is becoming difficult to do at all. He feels his knees buckling in just a little, but he tries to stop it—and does, since he’s a fucking super soldier. He can keep his legs open just like his handler asked him to. Come on.

Steve heard the electricity whirring in the asset’s arm, knowing that he just had to use some strength to keep his legs apart. That makes him giggle again, moving his tongue faster to make it harder for the asset.

Steve tightens his grip on the asset’s ankles, pushing one of his legs further up towards the ceiling as he feels the asset squirming and convulsing from the stimulation. Steve enjoys this, moving his legs how he pleases so long as the asset is compliant, keeping his legs back for him.

Holding his legs back like this exposes his pussy so that Steve can suck on it, eat it as intended. It’s his favorite meal, one he’s been deprived of for far too long.

The asset can’t help but let small whimpers escape from his mouth, which makes him feel so embarrassed and confused.

“Mngh—”

It’s so quiet, like a mouse, but Steve hears it anyway—going straight to his cock. The wet sounds as he licks each side of his clit, circling his tongue around it to merely play with it, are so obvious to the asset. 

He’s squirming nearly uncontrollably, and it’s getting to a point where he’s not sure he can keep as still as his handler instructed. Just as the asset is about to completely lose himself, he feels his handler’s lips start moving as if he’s talking into his pussy—engulfed by the lips as they swallow his own.

“Mmn, you taste so good,” the asset hears his handler say—muffled as it comes, though he gets chills all over. Is this…praise? Has the asset really done something to deserve not only this physical pleasure, but a verbal one too?

Steve goes back to suck on his swollen clit just after he says this to the asset, throwing him for a fucking loop—one that he was surely unprepared for, much like the way Steve is sucking on his pussy. He continues moving his lips and tongue in a very routine fashion, one that will likely eventually lead to the asset’s climax.

Which…Steve is excited to witness—to hear him whimper in an uncontrollable way, and to see how well he can keep his legs open. In all honesty, Steve doesn’t expect that he will, but the asset has been conditioned to obey and follow orders, so Steve is just excited to see how incapable he will be to do that.

And the fear on his face when or if he loses his legs, worrying that Steve may harm him for doing so. Steve’s not sure what he’ll do, truly. He’s indulging in this mostly for himself, for the way he craves his boy—his sweet, sweet boy who’s still in there somewhere. 

Maybe if he goes deep enough…

As Steve continues to flick his tongue and suck the asset’s swollen clit, he hears how ragged the asset’s breathing has become. The asset even tries lifting his own head, looking down at Steve who seems to be buried between his pussy lips as he sucks the juices out of him.

Their faces are not that far apart with the way the asset has his legs bent back, and watching Steve suck on his clit like this was just unimaginable—for it to be so focused on pleasure, no catch to it at all. The asset can’t take his eyes off of his handler, who has his eyes closed while he makes out with his pussy.

It’s strange for him to see his handler so vulnerable, in a sense. How his eyes are closed, completely lost in the sensation of tasting his pussy—it’s really something the asset doesn’t understand, like there must be some ulterior motive. But Steve keeps licking him and licking him and ugh…fuck.

“Mmgh—”

The asset lets another moan escape on accident, and Steve hears how the direction of his voice has changed from towards the ceiling, to towards his own self. So, he opens his eyes—staring up at the asset who is eagerly looking down at him with this very flushed look on his face.

Steve starts smiling and laughing just a little, exposing his teeth while keeping his tongue in that fluid, flicking motion. It’s again, intimidating for the asset to witness such a response. Like he’s happy to be watched as he eats his pussy.

It makes the asset feel his body start to tense up, and there’s this feeling in his clit, almost like he might piss—but he can’t explain it, and he doesn’t know whether to say it or what. What’s he going to say, stop? As if that’s something he’s ever muttered before? No. Stop is just an idea. 

So instead, he braces for how tense his body has become, and he can feel his knees starting to close in on each other—and he’s looking at his handler while this happens, who is just staring back up at him and only intensifying the way he’s licking him.

Against all odds, the asset can’t keep his legs open—in fact, with the way this stimulation is feeling, he almost does need it to stop—it’s too much. He feels it vibrating through his whole body, and he starts to convulse—throwing his left hand down to meet his handler’s forehead, just barely pushing on his head so as to have some kind of control. 

Steve, just as he anticipated, dropped his hands from the asset’s ankles and brought them to that spot behind his knees, pushing his legs open himself as he continued to eat his pussy through the orgasm. He can hear the asset’s breath becoming the most ragged, stifled shorts of escapism, as he exhales sharply every few seconds, an audible moan attached to it.

Steve can see by the way the asset’s feet have pointed, as they’re resting above his shoulders—that he’s cumming. Cumming like the good boy he is, he probably hasn’t experienced this kind of release in years. So it’s no wonder his entire body is short circuiting, and the grip Steve has on his legs is iron just to keep him open.

It’s a fight, much stronger than the former times Steve has eaten his pussy, back when he’d call him Bucky. And Bucky was no super soldier back then, so yeah, the fight to keep his legs open now is difficult, but Steve is stronger in all aspects.

“Mngh—ahh—ahh—ahh,” soft, but strained moans are escaping from the asset’s mouth and it’s like music to Steve’s ears, hearing his favorite song be sung.

The asset is so confused but can barely think while his body shakes like this. It’s just so fucking unbelievable, the sensation in this intimate part of his body that he’s never touched for more than brief moments as he’s been forbidden from exploring his body.

His head had fallen back into the bed by the time his third moan came from his mouth, totally embarrassed for it to be happening, especially since his handler didn’t stop looking at him throughout it. It was so fucking weird, how hot he felt in his cheeks and his pussy.

It’s like he was pissing, only nothing was coming out of him except for the most pleasurable feeling he’s ever experienced. He can’t believe this has been attainable all this time, and he’s only just now having it done to him. At least, since he can’t recall all the former times.

When the asset finally stops convulsing, he lifts his head slowly in the delirium that follows, glaring down at his handler who still had his lips on his swollen clit. The asset removes his hand from Steve’s head, leaning back on his elbows while he analyzes what’s happening.

Steve was still kissing him softly while maintaining eye contact. It was a somewhat overstimulating feeling for the asset, which is why his eyes are wide as he anticipates some kind of action from Steve, that ulterior motive, only nothing seems to come from him other than his soft kisses.

The asset’s pussy was really wet, so every time Steve lifts his head from the kiss, strings of saliva follow—and it sounds so wet, like a fucking puddle, when he pushes his soft pink lips back against the asset’s clit.

The asset’s breathing was still hot and heavy while he came down from the high he never knew existed, and Steve finally kissed his pussy one last time before beginning to rise from between his legs. 

Steve begins to get onto the bed, knees first, while keeping his hands on the asset’s legs to keep them spread so that he can lay his body between them. He pushes them up into the center of the bed together. 

Steve contemplated whether missionary was a good idea, but he can’t imagine fucking the asset any other way after not having been inside of him for so long. 

He wants to see his face up close, hear the way he struggles to talk back to him. Oh yeah, and that’s another thing. Steve wants to talk to him. How else can he speak to him properly, if not face to face? So while the risk was blatant, Steve’s worry for breaking the asset’s brainwashing was becoming increasingly less foreboding.

Steve is still fully dressed, which he doesn’t see getting in the way. Matter of fact, skin to skin contact during the first time they have sex would tear down the image Steve has of himself. The asset can’t see his handler, the fucking boss, so completely naked like that.

So, the clothes stay on. And the fingerless gloves. And even his boots. Meanwhile, the asset will remain completely naked, with nothing covering any part of his body to reinforce the dynamic between the two individuals in the room.

The asset is confused while the handler crawls over top of him, leaning down until his face is just above him. The asset starts holding his breath, unsure how to feel as the handler’s bulge begins pressing against his exposed pussy. He waits for something to come from his handler’s mouth.

“Has anybody ever done that to you before, soldier?” Steve finally asks, smooth voice above the asset. He keeps a straight face, trying not to smile at him. The asset, unknowingly, says no.

“No, Captain,” he responds in English. For all the asset knows, he’s a virgin—and everything Steve has done, and is about to do to him, is the first time it’s ever happened.

Steve is pleased to hear what he already knows to be true, although—what if somehow, one of the operatives undermined him and touched the asset this way? Now he knows for certain that it’s never happened, and that the pretty body before him has only ever been touched by his own hands, tongue, and cock.

“Hmn,” Steve hums in approval, lowering his head down to the asset’s ear and whispering, “did you like it…when I ate your pussy?” 

The asset gets this tummy-dropping feeling deep in his abdomen, being asked such a dirty question that he actually has to use his own words to respond to it. It’s also unbearable to feel the heat of his handler’s breath so close in his ear while they lay in this position, where he’s completely surrendered beneath him.

It’s not like the asset has never had the operatives get close to him like this, it’s just—when it’s happened, they’re generally both standing. So this is an entirely different perspective and understanding to this sort of violation in personal space. Although, personal space doesn’t really exist as anything but a concept to the asset.

“D—”

“In English, soldier. Give me a full sentence,” Steve promptly cuts him off. The asset feels that go to his stomach again—it must be some kind of nervous reaction. He sees his handler lift his head from his ear, bringing their faces close together once again so that the asset can speak directly to his handler—their eyes both big and glossy.

“Yes, I liked it when you…,” the asset gulps, “ate my pussy.”

Steve can’t help but smile at this. It’s manipulative for him to be the only one granting the asset these pleasures, which is undeniably exciting for Steve. The asset gets to become his all over again.

With his shaking breaths, the asset watches as Steve pulls away from him, straightening up above him as he begins to undo the velcro patch in his pants, releasing what the asset knows to be his cock. That’s where all of their cocks were. He’s just never seen the Captain’s cock in particular.

He expects that now is when he will suck the Captain’s cock, since he didn’t have him do that earlier. So he watches eagerly, sitting up a little bit with his elbows holding him in place, as the handler actually pulls out his cock. His big…girthy cock. 

The asset’s eyes go wide, it’s the biggest he’s ever seen.

Steve glances up to see how the asset is reacting, which he can tell he is surprised by it since his eyes are glued to it. Steve is already as hard as a fucking rock, and he’s holding his heavy cock at the base to begin placing it at the asset’s pussy.

When his tip kisses the asset’s clit, it causes him to jolt just a little. Steve wasn’t holding his legs back right now, they were just comfortably resting split apart at the sides, since Steve’s body was still between his legs.

When he jolts, he lifts his legs just a little, as if tensing up for something. His pussy is still wet since it had only been mere minutes from when Steve’s tongue was pulling every bit of slick out of him, so Steve didn’t bother putting any lube on himself.

If the asset were a virgin, a real virgin, then this wouldn’t be so easy. But he’s been touched here before. He just doesn’t know it.

Steve starts gliding the length of his cock across the asset’s clit, leaning downwards to tower his body back over the apprehensive weapon—who also lays down as he watches his handler close in on the space between them. His arms are useless at his sides, unsure where to put them.

“Does this feel good, soldier?” Steve asks, their faces now close again.

“Yes, Captain…,” the asset breathes out shakily.

Steve giggles as he brings his cock lower and lower each time, until finally…his tip gets caught in the very open hole of the asset’s pussy. When he’s so turned on like this, his pussy opens up and secretes a lot of slick so that the act of penetration is more leisurely, as intended. 

Though, the asset isn’t really familiar with this part of his body, or that this can happen. So when Steve begins to push himself inside of the asset, he gasps, eyes widening up at his handler as if he’s calling for help.

“What? You don’t like it?” Steve taunts, dropping his hips lower as the asset’s pussy swallows him whole. The asset can’t even reply, it’s too difficult. He is distracted by the immense pressure deep within his body that he never considered, nor thought possible.

And it’s when his handler gets deep enough to stimulate this one spot, much like the feeling on his clit only deeper within him, that causes the asset to moan again—loudly. He panics, and brings his flesh hand to cover his mouth, not breaking eye contact with his handler above him.

Steve giggles again, but he also can’t help but feel a sense of melancholy with the way the asset is looking at him. His ocean blue eyes are still the same as all the years before when Steve would fuck him all the same.

“Shh…shh,” Steve beckons, grabbing the asset’s hand off of his mouth gently. The asset’s eyes are still wide while he takes his handler as deep as he’ll let him.

“Mn—suuuka…,” the asset bellows once he feels his handler’s hips collide with the backs of his legs. It’s not often that the asset swears, or again, says anything outside of those conditioned lines—but he couldn’t help it here. Fuck felt like the most natural response to how this made him feel.

“Got a mouth on you, huh?” Steve taunts again, beginning to lift his hips from the asset’s pussy. The asset gasps again, shocked that this stimulation can keep going, “No wonder Karpov thanked me for the muzzle,” his handler teases.

Really, the muzzle was up in the air when they were first designing the project. Steve originally suggested it for his own mental wellbeing, as seeing Bucky’s face all the time might’ve sent him into psychosis—reminding him that it was his own hands that pushed him from the train.

And by the time they actually figured out the kind of missions they wanted The Winter Soldier to run, they knew that the muzzle was a definite yes. His primary job was assassination, so anonymity was only the most intelligent route to take.

Plus…the muzzle dehumanizes him anyway. Which is for the best in the walls of Hydra.

Steve has his hips pulled back as naturally far as he’d take them in a thrust, and then brings them back down against the asset’s body. It draws another moan from him, and his mouth is hung open like he’s dumbstruck at the way it feels—on the cusp of losing his mind.

Steve’s arms are bent on each side of the asset, with one arm slightly angled above his head so that he can run his fingers through his long, brunette hair, grabbing a small fistful of it while his thrusts continue. 

The asset is unable to speak, and it feels like his eyes are vibrating with how little he’s able to focus on his handler above him. 

“Shh, it’s okay…just look at me,” Steve says, squinting at his most prized possession. It’s strange being back inside of him, still just as warm and wet as the last time they shared this intimacy together. Steve remembers the first time they did this, when he was a much smaller man and Bucky was just as shocked at the stimulation that he is now.

“Da…,” the asset replies, like he just has to say something, fucking anything to acknowledge how nonsensical he’s about to become. He brings his hands, both the metal and flesh, to grab on each bicep of his handler since his thrusts just continue to move to and from the depths of his pussy.

It’s the most overwhelming feeling, and the asset hopes that his handler doesn’t get upset with him for having to hold on quite literally.

“Does it hurt you, soldier?” Steve asks, his voice becoming shaky for the first time tonight. The way they both refuse to break eye contact is interesting. For Steve, he’s enthralled to see his Bucky experience such pleasure again at his command.

For the asset, he’s afraid to look anywhere but his handler—who is providing him with pleasure that he would’ve never considered for himself. It’s a kind of trust and desperation.

“N-no, Captain,” he struggles to reply, a shallow whisper.

“Does it feel good?” And they both hear how wet it sounds, these constant thrusts from inside of his pussy to just barely peeking his own tip out of him. It’s so fucking warm, and gooey, and ugh.

“Yes…Cap—,” Steve slams down hard into the asset, which causes his arms to wrap around Steve’s neck before finishing his call, “—tain!”

They’re much closer now since the asset is nearly hugging him, hanging on for his fucking life. Steve’s thrusts have gotten increasingly hard, and his head has ended up in the shoulder pocket of the asset’s body. He lifts his head a little, whispering into the asset’s ear again.

“Mngh—you like it…when I fuck your pussy?” His voice is so sultry, it gives the asset those chills again—it makes him feel like he needs to weep, the way his cheeks are so flushed and there are tears in his eyes from feeling oh just soooo fucking good.

“Y-yes!” He cries out, and Steve kisses so lightly on his ear, but pauses right after. He pauses everything, even his thrusts.

That feels too intimate. Kissing him…? 

Steve lifts his head to look at the asset, who seems shell-shocked that the stimulation has suddenly stopped. He releases how tight he had his arms around Steve’s neck so that his handler could properly look at him.

Steve brings his hand to the side of the assets face, framing just how beautiful he is. Soft stubble, darker pink lips, and those ethereal ocean eyes. 

And Steve…can’t help it.

He wants to kiss him.

How would the asset react to a kiss?

Against all odds, Steve finds himself unable to control it when he begins to lower his head, putting his lips against the asset’s softly. The asset seems unsure at first, even though it’s just a peck—but Steve won’t lift his head.

Instead, they both rework their lips, kissing each other again as their mouths softly pull at the softness of their respective upper and lower lips.

The asset feels Steve begin to move inside of him slowly, matching the pace at which their lips are intertwined. Again, the asset is unsure how to do this—he has never kissed anybody before. But he’s been ordered to kiss their cocks, and he saw the way his handler was kissing his clit…so…he can figure this out.

Amidst the soft kissing, the asset can feel it becoming deeper with the way his handler is starting to reach for his tongue with his own tongue. Strangely enough, the asset feels that this is a natural progression for the kind of situation they’re in, even though never having done this before. To his knowledge.

Steve is already lost in it, kissing the asset like this. He tastes like Bucky. He is Bucky, with the way he’s eagerly licking back into his mouth. Even without the recollection of it, the asset can still find it within himself to kiss Steve the way he used to, because at that point, it’s engraved within him.

They are one, and always have been.

His hips are rolling gently inside of the asset, who is taking him like it’s the only thing he’s ever been willed to do. As if this is his reward for all of the missions he’s carried out prior, years worth of assassinations and blood on his hands—all for his handler, the fucking Captain at that, to touch him so good. So kindly.

As their kiss deepens, so does the depth of Steve’s thrusts into the asset. Each one seems to go as far as they can, and then some. He can feel the asset snake his arms back tighter around his shoulders, afraid to break their embrace.

This makes Steve kiss him harder, sloppily making out against each other while they share this mess. Fucking create it together.

The asset can’t help but moan against his mouth, which Steve happily breathes into his own lungs every time a moan escapes him. It sounds like he’s whining almost, since the stimulation is surely overbearing, he can’t help but fucking cry from it.

Steve brings his hand from the side of the asset’s face down to his jaw, tracing it as his fingers swing lower, until his hand is placed at his throat. Steve starts squeezing, choking him while they continue to kiss and fuck—thrusting into him so valiantly and consistently.

Bucky used to like this, being choked while they fucked. Surely the asset is used to this kind of stimulation, the harsh touch along his throat. Steve wonders how he’ll react during this very pleasurable experience thus far, and, well…some things never change.

As their kiss parts for just a moment, Steve hears the asset moan loudly—stifled, since his hand is restricting his airway just a little.

“Mpgh—suka…,” the asset cries. Like, actually cries. It’s completely shameless with how he whimpers against Steve’s mouth. Steve lifts his head to look down at him while he continues to fuck him, holding his throat as a means to help thrust harder into him.

He even puts his other hand at his throat, using both to stabilize the asset while he rails him. The asset brings his own hands to grab Steve’s forearms which are suspended in front of him. He’s hanging on tight while Steve continues to fuck him, and his legs remain spread open like a fucking good boy—he’s not even attempting to get away from the stimulation.

“You’ve been so good to us,” Steve beckons from above him, and the asset blinks dazedly to acknowledge he’s listening, “so fucking good, you know that?”

“Da…,” he slurs.

“You’re an asset—my asset.”

“Da…”

“I fucking made you,” Steve spits on him…it just kind of happened. It doesn’t seem to bother the asset, which only reminds Steve of Bucky more.

“Da,” he responds, trying to nod his head yes frantically despite Steve’s iron grip on his throat. Finally, Steve relents a little and lets go, bringing his head back down to the asset’s lips. He kisses him softly and then snakes his lips down to his neck, quickly kissing him there.

He’s sucking his skin now, completely indulging on his own personal favorite things to do to Bucky, fucking him in missionary while kissing his neck relentlessly. The asset seems to love it the same way Bucky used to, since Steve hears how shocking his moans are—more and more whiny.

“God—,” Steve husks against his skin, his hand brushing into the asset’s hair again to help hold his head down, “I missed this.”

The asset doesn’t understand. Maybe the Captain hasn’t done this in a long time, and this is something people do normally. Why else would he say something like that? Right. Well, the asset can’t think too much about it since he’s focused on how his handler’s cock is making him feel.

It’s just unbelievable how big he is inside of him. He wonders what this looks like, but he can’t tell from this angle, especially since his handler is laid across his stomach, blocking any possibility of looking down to see it. He can fucking hear it though, no matter what’s happening beside his ear as his handler continues to lick him.

The asset is so wet. He has his flesh hand wrapped around the back of his handler’s head, blond hair poking out from in between his fingers. His metal arm is softly gripping the waist of his handler, who can’t feel the cold touch since his clothes are still on.

“Do you want me to keep going, soldier?” Steve whispers into his ear.

“Da!” he shouts eagerly.

“In a full sentence,” he orders.

“K-keep going, Captain!” It feels wrong to shout something like that, as if he’s ordering the fucking boss to keep…going? Keep fucking him? Is that what this is?

“Your pussy feels so good, sooo—,” Steve thrusts hard and bites his neck in unison, “—fucking good.”

“Mppgh—”

“Does my cock feel good?” Steve whispers again.

“Da!” And it bothers Steve to hear him fail to give him a full sentence, as if this isn’t the third time he’ll have to command it. He lifts his head just enough to look the asset in the eyes.

“I said…,” and he brought his hand up, swinging it down across the asset’s face. A small strike, the first one and potentially only of the night, slapping his pretty skin. The asset flinches, and resets his head immediately to face the handler when he starts lowering his head again, gritting his teeth, “in a full sentence.”

“Yes…your cock, mnngh, feels so—,” Steve thrusts into him hard, “good!” The asset is crying, tears of fucking joy.

Steve continues on like this, railing him relentlessly into the mattress and kissing at his neck. Eventually, he brings himself back to the asset’s lips to taste him again—feel how he struggles to focus on kissing him just like Bucky used to, especially when he was close. 

It was a way for Steve to measure where his boy was in terms of cumming.

While they’re kissing deeply again, as if no time has passed, swallowing each other fucking whole, the asset’s head starts to get so incredibly fuzzy, similar to how he felt when he had that spasm earlier when his handler was sucking his pussy.

In his limited attempts to react, he tenses his body and feels the need to reach his metal hand down to Steve’s waist, trying to stop him from thrusting into him anymore—but he can’t. It’s just a reflex, as if his body must at least try.

With his other hand, he grips tighter into his handler’s blond hair. And his lips are moving less, since he is just so distracted with how the thrusts are making him feel. It’s the weirdest feeling, so fucking deep inside of him.

Steve can feel it, how the asset is about to cum from the internal stimulation—or rather, he is cumming, because now he’s shaking, vibrating over his cock while he convulses in his grip. Steve is smiling big, and it’s an incredible turn on for him to see the asset lose his mind like this.

He has no intention of stopping either, not until he cums himself. And that might be shocking on the asset’s system, but Steve doesn’t care. He fucking needs this. So as the asset continues to cum, Steve continues to fuck into him. Sliding his heavy, thick cock in and out of his pussy.

As the asset cums, Steve can feel the walls of his pussy tensing and untensing around his length, which only just makes the act of cumming easier for him. He can feel it, how close he is.

The asset is moaning nonsensically, trying to stop his handler from thrusting into him but he fucking can’t, he won’t let him. His grip strength is so weak, reaching for his handler’s face which is just right next to him, since his hand fell from the back of his blond hair.

The asset is trying to grab something, anything, but his eyes won’t stay open—he feels completely gone, like he’s floating and his handler is somewhere right there but he can’t feel him properly, which is why his flesh hand is aimlessly reaching around him. 

Steve feels his limp hand brush against his face a few times, and the slurred speech of the asset goes to show how overstimulated he is. Just as Steve intended.

Against all fucking odds, Steve hears the asset slur something he’d never expect to hear from him, and it seems completely mindless. Like the asset has no idea what he’s saying.

“S-stevie…,” followed by a hiccup, a stifled sharp breath. Steve loses his balance of thrusts into the asset after hearing that name. He hasn’t heard that name for years, hardly anybody even refers to him by Steve. Let alone, Stevie.

It makes his heart hurt in a way that brings him to orgasm—however that fucking works. His cock starts pumping out any and all pent up cum from years worth of lack of proper stimulation, proper fucking sex. He’s groaning as it comes out of him, still reeling in how the asset unconsciously muttered his name.

It’s a staggering thing, really—to know just how strong their bond is, especially in regards to their sex life, that even after all the years of brainwashing, the asset innately associates Steve’s name during a time of immense pleasure and overwhelming stimulation.

When Steve finishes convulsing against the asset, he lifts his head to look at his dazed eyes. Steve’s eyes are washed too, they look foggy from how he just felt cumming inside of the asset like that.

Both of them are staring at each other, slowly breathing in and out as they come down from their highs. Steve brings his hand to the asset’s chin, pinching gently to lift his head a little while he’s looking down at him.

“This is our secret, do you understand?”

“Yes, Captain…I understand,” he whispers back, voice hoarse from how much he’d been using it. He’s not used to using it that much.

“Only I can touch you like this.”

“Da,” he nods frantically, like he’s happy to hear that.

Steve starts to pull his cock out of the asset’s pussy, slowly but surely. They both fix their gaze down to their intimates, watching together until Steve’s bulbous pink tip has made an appearance after being buried for so long. Steve looks back over to the asset’s eyes.

“We will do this again,” he states. And he was on the edge of it, unsure if it’s the best idea or not. But he can’t help it, he wants to have sex with B—with the asset, who still seems content in calling him Captain, nothing more and nothing less. His brainwashing is still intact. That’s all that matters…right?

“Yes, Captain,” to which Steve squints, tiling his head and asks the asset…

“Do you…want to do this again?” For some reason, it was important to him to hear that the asset reciprocated the want to do it again. With his eager blue eyes, the asset replies.

“I want to do this again, Captain,” and Steve places his hands on the asset’s knees, closing them slowly while he snakes off the end of the bed, tucking his cock back into his pants.

“Mn, just remember…,” Steve puts his index finger to his mouth, shushing as if he’s indicating to keep it a secret, on the down low. The asset is sitting up now, watching as his handler begins to make his way towards the door.

Steve insists on keeping this a secret because he can’t risk his reputation being torn if they found out he was having sex with the asset, who they all understand to be his former best friend, some even arguing that they were in love. But they shut their mouths around Steve, since it’d be their tongues if Steve heard them talking about it directly.

The asset can be used as a weakness towards Steve, which is what they can’t find out. 

The asset thinks that maybe the Captain insists on sworn secrecy, because he doesn’t believe he deserves such pleasures—the ones of which his Captain granted him. And if this was anybody else, the asset would have not been so compliant, nor willing to shut his mouth about it.

But this is the boss. There’s nobody more threatening than him…so, secrecy it is.

And thus, the asset remains sitting in his damp sheets completely naked, breathing hard as he fixates on his leaving handler, who has become his favorite in the mere hour they shared together, with a lingering sense of the letter ‘S’ on his tongue, unbeknownst to why that is.