"Yes, yes, yes," Bucky practically babbles, too far gone from pleasure, moaning and feeling his entire body tense. He's close, so close, and he wants it so bad. He writhes on Steve's cock, moaning and whimpering, and then his alpha reaches down and touches him, stroking him, and it's too much stimulation. He makes a low, stuttering noise before he cries out, his seed releasing all over the blankets, a mess that should bother him, but he's too blissed out to care.

"Gods," he says again, rocking his hips against Steve's, moving until his alpha reaches his limit, too.