Please, Daddy
“And can I make you come just from my tongue alone?” he deliberately asks, knowing the answer full well.
Steve turns red to the very tips of his ears. He shuffles uncomfortably and bites his lip, looking away, but nods. “Yes, daddy, every time, if you let me,” he answers like the good little boy he is.
“But I don’t always let you,” Bucky finishes.
A frustrated look flashes across Steve’s face for just the briefest of seconds and then he’s nodding again. “No, sir.”
“And why don’t I?”
“Because if I’m bad, I don’t deserve to come from your tongue.”
“Because what do I always give you?” Bucky asks softly, but the look in his eyes leaves no room for arguing.
“What I need.”
“So if I say you don’t need to come, do you need to come?”
Steve pauses, struggling with that one. But he knows the proper answer – how they play this game right – so he answers obediently, “No, daddy.”
“Good boy,” Bucky says lovingly, tugging Steve’s chin up so he can give his lips a small, warm kiss.