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Steve’s eyes cracked open, the darkened shapes and colors of the room blurred by the sleep that clung to his brain.

He slowly sat up, letting his eyes adjust to the world around him.

Winnie. Bucky’s room. Stark tower. Bed.

Safe.

He groaned silently as to not wake the peacefully sleeping body beside him. With a careful shuffle out of the sheets, he padded out of Bucky’s bedroom and towards the kitchen for a glass of water.

He sighed at the blue 3:46 mocking him from the oven clock.

Steve rubbed the rapidly dissipating sleep from his eyes as he grabbed a small glass from the cupboard, stuck the receptacle under the faucet, and twisted the handle for the tap.

The water splashing into and filling the glass filled the ghostly silence of their apartment.

…Well, ghostly silent for most.

For Steve, however? Thanks to his enhanced hearing, he could hear even the faintest sounds from all around him.

A Stark employee padding through the hallway upstairs.

Barton’s coffee pot is already starting to boil over.

A police siren blares through the city streets far below.

Sam’s gentle, rhythmic breathing in his quarters, sound asleep.

Steve smiled as he basked in the ambiance of the slumbering world around him, took a sip of his water, and let out a quiet breath.

It wasn’t always the worst thing, accidentally waking up super early.

He was almost startled by a sudden sound that he hadn’t expected.

Bucky’s breath hitched.

…Then back to his rhythmic sleeping breaths, if not a tad harder than usual.

Steve thought in the silence, staring out the bay window in the living room across from him to the dimmed city lights.

Perhaps he just had a hiccup, or a sleeping snort of some kind.

An odd breath didn’t always entail a vicious nightmare.

Not always.

…But he’d still rather be safe than sorry.

With a few more sips, Steve had emptied his glass and placed it back in the cupboard (it only had water in it, it’s not like it was dirty) before stretching and silently walking back towards Bucky’s quarters.

Hell, maybe if he laid back down, he’d be lucky enough to drift back off for a few hours before the sun comes up.

With a quiet twist of the knob and a careful push to avoid the squeaky hinges, Steve stepped back into the room and closed the door with a quiet click.

Then froze in his tracks.

Laying sound asleep on the bed was one Bucky Barnes, exactly where Steve had left him, although no longer covered by the blankets that had been kicked to the wayside.

Steve could see every last inch of the body sprawled out before him.

He could see that, even in the early morning darkness, Bucky’s face was noticeably screwed up with an intense focus. His brows just slightly knitted together, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his lips puffing out gentle breaths.

And his flesh hand was fondling himself.

Steve took in a silent gasp as his brain caught up with him, understanding exactly what he had walked back into.

Bucky was having a sex dream.

It wasn’t anything new or strange to him by any means. It happens to everyone, and the two of them had been in much closer quarters during such more times than he could really count.

But it had been so long since he’d properly witnessed it with his own two eyes.

“d’ahdee…” A quiet breath huffed out, almost inaudible if not for Steve’s enhanced hearing.

That’s not Bucky.

Jamesy was having a sex dream.

Steve couldn’t help the newfound rush of blood that he could feel burning across his face and chest. Despite not a single thing having actually changed, the situation felt far more fragile and invasive.

Far too perverted.

Steve wasn’t entirely sure what to do in this situation.

What if he’s having a dream about Pierce? Should he wake him up? What if he’s scared? What if waking up makes him panic? What if he feels embarrassed or disgusted with himself?

His racing thoughts were interrupted by a groan and the familiar shuffle of sheets.

As it turned out, Jamesy made up his mind for him, his flesh hand extracting itself from the engorged flesh of his erection to rub the sleep from his eyes.

“…’mnnhh…” He whimpered, one eye cracking open, glazed over and confused. “…daddy?”

“Hey, I’m right here,” Steve was already back to the bed before he had realized he had even moved, moreso materializing at his boy’s need. “Daddy’s here, son.”

Jamesy’s gentle, reassured smile eased whatever inkling of doubt had tried to wriggle back into his consciousness.

“…’whasa time?” He asked, clearly still sleep-drunk.

“Just about four in the morning, lamb.” Steve answered, choosing to kneel beside the bed rather than slipping back under the covers.

Just in case.

Jamesy’s barely open eyes stared up at the ceiling.

Steve could see the gears turning in his head.

“Daddy…” He began. “…I had’d a dream.”

“A dream?” Steve asked, thankful somewhere deep in his bones that it was pleasant enough to be considered a dream, rather than a nightmare. “Do you wanna tell me about it?”

Jamesy pondered for a moment, the color in his cheeks even perceivable in the inky veil, before carefully nodding.

“It…” He began. “…It had you in it.”

“I was in it?” Steve asked.

Jamesy nodded.

“It had you, an’ we were…” A thought. “…We were at th’ pool.”

Steve nodded, encouraging him to continue

“An’ uh, we were in th’ changin’ rooms, an’ I was there too.”

Another passive nod.

“An’ uhm…” Jamesy paused, twiddling with his thumbs on his exposed belly. “An’ we were both naked, an’ I, uh…”

An eternity of silence.

“…And?” Steve asked, just in case the boy had lost his train of thought.

“An’…” A breath. “An’ we were havin’ sex.”

Oh.

Jamesy was having a sex dream about him.

“Oh.” Steve couldn’t help his gasp, much to his dismay as Jamesy’s expression crumpled. “Oh-hey hey hey hey it’s okay, you’re okay pal, I’m not mad.”

Jamesy looked up to him, his eyes already wet with unshed tears.

“…y’ur not?” He asked, his voice fragile as spider silk.

“Of course not, bug.” Steve smiled while offering a hand to hold. “You can’t help what you dream of, and people have those kinds of dreams all the time, especially about people they love.”

Jamesy looked back up to the ceiling.

“Do you want to talk about what we were doing while having sex?” Steve asked.

Jamesy nodded after a century and a half.

“Okay, whenever you’re ready.” Steve smiled.

Jamesy reviewed his thoughts.

“…We were in th’ changing rooms, an’ we were both naked, an’ y’ur penis was r’eely r’eely big, an’ mine got r’eely stiff an’ y’u let me rub mine on yours an’ an’ an’—“

“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay pal, slow down.” Steve shushed his boy’s ramping heart rate. “Breathe, just breathe.”

Jamesy sucked in a deep breath.

“Now let it out sloooow.” Steve instructed.

Jamesy blew out slowly, like a pinwheel.

He liked pinwheels.

“Now keep going, if you’d like.” Steve offered.

“An’ uh…” He began again. “An’ then it slipped an’ it went all th’ way inside me an’ it felt so warm an’ good.”

Steve nodded, struggling to keep a straight face, let alone not pass out from all the blood in his body rushing to the wrong head.

“It slipped in and felt really good,” Steve nodded, impressed that his voice didn’t crack. “It being my penis, correct?”

Jamesy nodded, his shoulders drawing in on himself just a little bit.

“It felt r’eely r’eely good, Daddy,” He admitted. “Then I hugged y’u r’eely tight an’ y’u started humpin’ me like a horsey an’ mine was rubbin’ on y’ur ches’ an’ belly an’ I-“ He choked.

Steve grabbed a nearby water bottle, twisted the cap, and handed it to his son.

Jamesy gratefully took the bottle and gulped a few mouthfuls before gasping.

“Sorry, ‘m so sorry Daddy—“

“Shhh, shush now, lamb.” Steve was already shuffling his way into the bed, pulling his little boy onto his lap and close to his chest. “There’s no need to be sorry, sweetheart. I’m happy you enjoyed your dream so much.”

Jamesy melted into his chest.

“Y’u are?” He sniffled.

“Of course I am,” Steve hummed into his crown, taking in the crisp scent of sour apple shampoo mixed with something familiar that burned in the back of his throat like the finest whiskey. “It makes me so happy knowing how safe and loved you feel with me.”

Jamesy nodded, his flushed little cheek rubbing against Steve’s equally flushed pecs.

Likely purposefully.

“I lov’ y’u, daddy.” He kitten-whispered, squirming to nuzzle Steve’s chest whilst practically trying to bury himself into his armpit. “I lov’ y’u so very very very very very ve-”

Steve nearly blacked out for a moment as Jamesy planted his butt directly onto Steve’s lap, not a thread between them.

There’s no way he couldn’t feel the searing, pulsing steel rod immediately squished perfectly between his cheeks.

There was absolutely no way.

Not a chance in hell.

Steve swore his brain melted out of his ears when he felt a very purposeful clench and quiver.

“-ry very very much.” Jamesy finally concluded.

“I-I love you too, pal.” Steve smiled weakly, questioning if he himself was dreaming at that very moment. “I’ve loved you for so, so long.”

Jamesy’s face was tucked perfectly into the crook of his arm, curled up in a fetal position in order to keep as much physical contact on every possible surface of flesh as possible.

“You good in there, buddy?” Steve asked, almost concerned as to how hard the boy was shoving his face directly into his armpit.

Jamesy nodded.

“That’s good…” Steve struggled out.

Of course Jamesy would share Soldier’s scent kink.

“So…” Steve continued. “…Was there anything you wanted to do, Jamesy?”

“…I wanna cum.” He said simply.

Steve choked on his own lungs.

“I-I can- wow okay, we can, we can do something about that.” He coughed out, doing his absolute best not to squish the boy in his arms. “Is uh, is there any specific way you’d want to do that?”

“…I wanna feel y’u inside like my dream.”

Steve died. Steven Grant Rogers is about to have to explain to his parents and God that he just died from the erection he gained from his own little boy rutting in his lap whilst begging him to fuck him raw and deep.

“…Yeah, yeah I can…I can…” Steve rubbed Jamesy’s thigh in a vain attempt to tether himself back to the mortal plain. “…How, exactly, was it in your dream?”

“It uh…” Jamesy mumbled. “It went in all th’ way in r’eely fast.”

Steve’s heart palpitations were back.

Ma? Please look away.

“I…” He breathed. “Would that hurt you, pal?”

Jamesy feverishly shook his head.

“Jus’, jus’ lossa lube, please?”

“I can do that.” Steve gulped. “Can I lick your hole to help open you up?”

Jamesy nodded just as hard.

“Pl’ees pl’ees pl’ees pl’ees pl’ees daddy.”

Jamesy was begging his Daddy to help him cum.

To make him cum.

Steve prayed the sun would never rise again.

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The glass panes and steel structures formed an unnatural sky above him, the brutalist walls of concrete akin to a nuclear power plant encasing him.

The water was so very cool against his skin.

The stretch of wall surrounded him in a bizarre tangle of entries and exits drilled into soapstone flamingo walls. The unnatural blue of the water contrasts uncomfortably.

He did not like the look of the support beams. Nor the fake palm trees.

He loved the winding snake of the aqua blue water slide. He couldn’t tell which section of the snake he was currently in.

The world was so bright, like sunlight during a storm. The walls cast unnatural shadows.

Daddy is here.

Daddy is safe.

Daddy is warm.

The water is so cool against his skin.

Daddy’s head splashes out of the water. Followed by his perfectly attached neck, shoulders, pectorals, and abdominals. He settles in the unnaturally still blue.

“I love you.” Someone says.

“I do.” Someone answers.

His head dives below the surface, the empty world tinted teal around him.

Floating.

Ebbing.

Flowing.

A pixelated fish swims by.

Daddy’s arms scoop him out of the water as his lungs begin to burn.

Daddy is here.

Daddy is safe.

Daddy is warm.

The air is cool against his skin.

Pink toes plap across the blinding ivory tiles. They trail behind a larger matching set.

Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.

His heart beats.

A smell he’d sniffed before, the acrid musk of human body residue and stale chlorinated water.

His eyes burned.

Daddy’s arms pulled him in tight.

Warm.

So warm.

He tucked his head down, watching his own penis nuzzle against his Daddy’s expanse of thigh.

The fluorescent lights buzzed like a halo.

“So warm…” He whimpered.

Daddy’s penis nuzzled his cheek, slobbery and playful as Saint Bernard.

A Saint Bernard.

Soft.

Warm.

Massive.

Daddy towered over him, stock sturdy limbs akin to a horse.

Horses are very big.

The breath was knocked from his lungs as Daddy’s big, friendly cock landed on his little body.

It almost felt like a baseball bat, but it didn’t hurt.

It could never hurt.

His head hit the tiled wall—or floor, it all looked the same— with an unnaturally soft landing.

Daddy is safe.

Daddy licked at his face, his big wolf tongue laving across his cheek, forehead, neck, and shoulder. His hair stuck up all funny.

Like static.

Daddy is here.

He wrapped his arms around Daddy’s head, then his legs around his shaft until his little peashooter was pinned against a gently throbbing vein.

Daddy humped his body across the slick-cool tile surface. Or rather, trying to use him as a condom to have sex with the grout.

He squealed and giggled and bounced and clung onto Daddy’s foreskin for dear life.

Daddy’s skin smelled so good.

Daddy’s sweat was cool against his skin.

His hand caught the tiles, metal claws gouging the concrete beneath him.

Daddy’s penis stroked across his skin, nearly clocking him in the jaw with each powerful thrust.

Daddy’s hips pulled too far back, his cock slipping from his grasp.

Prod.

Prod.

Prod.

Breach.

In. In. In.

His tummy stretched to accommodate the new organ making itself at home in his ribcage.

“Daddy!” He sobs, the sound punched out of his lungs.

It felt so good, so deep inside him that he could taste it.

The blinding tiles faded to black.

The world came slowly into focus.

“Mnnh…” He whimpered, his eyes adjusting to the newfound darkness surrounding him.

“…Daddy?” He weakly called out, wondering where he had faded off to this time.

“Hey, I’m right here,” Daddy had appeared beside him in the darkness, still just as gargantuan and sturdy as mere moments ago. “Daddy’s here, son.”

Jamesy smiled softly as he took stock of what had just happened.

Bed. Naked. Daddy. Dark.

“…’whasa time?” He asked, not quite sure of himself just yet.

“Just about four in the morning, lamb.” Daddy answered, kneeling down beside the bed.

He was far too far away for Jamesy’s liking.

Dream. He was dreaming.

He was dreaming about Daddy.

“Daddy…” He began. “…I had’d a dream.”

“A dream?” Daddy asked, settling down beside the bed instead of getting right back to what he was doing in his dream. “Do you wanna tell me about it?”

Right. Daddy didn’t know. How could he?

It was Jamesy’s dream.

He felt a newfound squirm of embarrassment and nervousness at the thought of confessing the scenario his brain had created for him to feast upon with delightful abandon.

“It…” He began. “…It had you in it.”

“I was in it?” Daddy asked.

Jamesy nodded.

“It had you, an’ we were…” He paused to recollect. “…We were at th’ pool.”

Daddy nodded.

“An’ uh, we were in th’ changin’ rooms, an’ I was there too.”

He nodded again, slower this time.

“An’ uhm…” Jamesy paused, twiddling with his thumbs on his exposed belly. “An’ we were both naked, an’ I, uh…”

He froze. What was he supposed to say? ‘We were having sex like dirty, filthy animals, and I want more’?

So much more.

What if Daddy got angry at him for dreaming up something so dirty?

So perverted?

“…And?” Daddy pierced through his racing thoughts.

“An’…” A breath. “An’ we were havin’ sex.”

“Oh.”

Jamesy couldn’t help the sudden surge of shame pressing on his chest. He was such a disgusting little boy for dreaming about—

“Oh!- hey hey hey hey it’s okay, you’re okay pal, I’m not mad.” Daddy quickly reassured his racing mind.

Jamesy unflinched from the smack he once long forgot to suspect coming.

“…y’ur not?” He whimpered.

“Of course not, bug.” Daddy smiled so gently as his big, warm hand completely engulfed his little paw. “You can’t help what you dream of, and people have those kinds of dreams all the time, especially about people they love.”

Jamesy’s eyes drifted up to the ceiling, the early morning sunlight just barely tinting the room a desaturated sapphire.

His body tingled like static.

Daddy is here.

Daddy is safe.

Daddy is warm.

Daddy smells so, so good.

Daddy feels so warm against his skin.

“Do you want to talk about what we were doing while having sex?” Daddy’s sleep-depth voice rumbled.

A shiver.

Daddy is warm.

Daddy is warm.

Daddy is so very, very warm.

Jamesy finally remembered to nod.

“Okay, whenever you’re ready.” Daddy purred, his plush, lip-bitten lips curling up so gently behind his post-mission scruff.

Jamesy suppressed a tremble.

He thought back to his dream, already so hazy as it faded into his unconscious.

Blue water. Pink walls. Cool water. Fish. Changing room. Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy.

A breath.

“…We were in th’ changing rooms, an’ we were both naked, an’ y’ur penis was r’eely r’eely big, an’ mine got r’eely stiff an’ y’u let me rub mine on yours an’ an’ an’—“

“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay pal, slow down.” Daddy shushed him like a fretful horse. “Breathe, just breathe.”

Jamesy inflated his lungs.

“Now let it out sloooow.” Daddy instructed.

Jamesy blew out slowly, like a pinwheel.

He liked pinwheels.

“Now keep going, if you’d like.” Daddy urged.

“An’ uh…” Jamesy whimpered. “An’ then it slipped an’ it went all th’ way inside me an’ it felt so warm an’ good.”

Daddy made a face that told him he just got the fastest, hardest boner of his life.

“It slipped in and felt really good,” Daddy nodded his head, almost entranced. “It being my penis, correct?”

It felt so good coming from Daddy.

He nodded, unable to help the way his body tucked in on itself as he smiled.

“It felt r’eely r’eely good, Daddy,” He admitted. “Then I hugged y’u r’eely tight an’ y’u started humpin’ me like a horsey an’ mine was rubbin’ on y’ur ches’ an’ belly an’ I-“ He choked.

Daddy was handing him a water bottle before he could draw in a second breath.

Daddy is here.

Daddy is safe.

He gulped.

“Sorry, ‘m so sorry Daddy—“

“Shhh, shush now, lamb.” Daddy’s big, warm, strong arms were already scooping him up, pulling him into his body. “There’s no need to be sorry, sweetheart. I’m happy you enjoyed your dream so much.”

Jamesy melted into his chest.

“Y’u are?” He sniffled.

“Of course I am,” Daddy hummed into his hair, his breath warm and tickling and sweet and adoring.

Smelled like pancakes from dinner.

Pancakes.

He wanted to taste it so bad.

Jamesy smushed his face as hard as he could into Daddy’s chest to quell his body’s mounting frustration.

Daddy is so very very very very very warm.

His amber and cinnamon scent poured down his throat like honey.

He wanted all of it.

All of it.

He was such a pervert.

“I lov’ y’u, daddy.” Jamesy whimpered, unable to help himself and he squirmed across the expanse of Daddy’s body. “I lov’ y’u so very very very very very very very very much.”

Daddy is warm.

Daddy is massive.

He could feel the searing heat of Daddy’s penis kissing his hole.

He quivered.

He was such a pervert.

“I-I love you too, pal.” Daddy gasped, his chest growing impossibly warmer. “I’ve loved you for so, so long.”

God, his face was so pretty.

So pretty.

Jamesy bit back a squeal as he buried himself into Daddy’s side, nuzzling into the leaking spigot of Daddy’s drowning scent.

He smelled like ecstasy.

“You good in there, buddy?” Daddy asked, probably concerned as to why he was trying to shove his entire face directly into his sleep sweaty, unshaved armpit.

God, he was such a pervert.

He nodded.

“That’s good…” Daddy rumbled.

Jamesy’s snuggle time with Daddy’s scent glands was rudely interrupted by Daddy silently clearing his throat.

“So…” Daddy began. “…Was there anything you wanted to do, Jamesy?”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, he could list so many things.

He wanted Daddy.

“…I wanna cum.” Is what slipped out of him.

Judging by newfound moist drip he felt slick across his barely exposed tip, it wasn’t the only thing that slipped out of him.

Daddy made a sound that could only be described as a dying fainting goat.

I-I can- wow okay, we can, we can do something about that.” He coughed out, nearly squishing Jamesy’s frail, little body with his arms and chest. “Is uh, is there any specific way you’d want to do that?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

“…I wanna feel y’u inside like my dream.”

Daddy’s breath hitched as his brain fried.

Jamesy could relate very well.

“…Yeah, yeah I can…I can…” Daddy’s warm, massive, trembling hand began slowly stroking the length of his thigh. “…How, exactly, was it in your dream?”

“It uh…” Jamesy hesitated for only a second. “It went in all th’ way in r’eely fast.”

He could feel Daddy’s heartbeat thundering through his ribcage.

“I…” He breathed. “Would that hurt you, pal?”

Jamesy feverishly shook his head.

He thought for a moment as something caught his memory.

“Jus’, jus’ lossa lube, please?”

“I can do that.” Daddy gulped. “Can I lick your hole to help open you up?”

Jamesy nodded just as hard.

“Pl’ees pl’ees pl’ees pl’ees pl’ees daddy.”

Daddy is warm.

Daddy is massive.

Daddy was going to help him cum.

Daddy was going to make him cum.

He trembled.

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Daddy’s hand gently stroked up Jamesy’s thigh until it planted firmly on the soft curve of his buttox, giving the maliable flesh a firm yet gentle squeeze.

It felt like heaven.

“Okay, okay…” Daddy breathed out, obviously trying to steady himself. “Do you want to—“

“Daddy, now, pl’ees!” Jamesy whined petulantly, clearly desperate to pick up where his dream had left off.

He couldn’t help grinding against the pulsing steel rod struggling and squirming against his tight hole.

He swore he could feel it sizzle against his skin.

“Okay, okay baby, calm down, just calm down for one second.” Steve struggled out, desperate to calm his own stammering heart. “I-I need to get the lube first, okay?”

Jamesy ceased his movements but refused to peel himself away from his Daddy’s skin.

Steve gulped down a breath before reaching one hand to blindly rummage through the nearby side table drawer. His fingers met something cold, round, and glass.

Bingo.

He pulled out the jar of coconut oil from the drawer, twisted open the cap with one hand, and dipped his fingers in to scoop out a generous glob into his palm.

“Me, me, me, I wanna do it, Daddy.” Jamesy huffed as he squirmed off Steve’s lap and onto the bed, stuck his flesh hand in the jar, and immediately began slathering Steve’s quivering shaft.

Steve watched sparks dance across the ceiling as his little boy’s hands began aggressively lathering the oil into his oversensitive, engorged flesh.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, baby calm down—calm down just a little bit please.” He nearly sobbed, setting one large hand on the boy’s fingers to still his excited movements.

He really didn’t want to finish just yet.

Not yet.

Not with his little boy so eager.

But fuck he was making it so hard.

Jamesy pulled a face that told him he really didn’t want to calm down, but his motions slowed all the same.

Steve wasn't sure if it was much of an improvement on his dilemma.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck baby..." Daddy whimpered, his head tilting back in pure bliss.

Jamesy shuttered at the sight, drinking in every last texture of Daddy's sloppy, vibranium hard penis in his little hand.

Daddy was so very, very, very warm.

"Daddy, I wan' it in now, pl'ees!" He all but stomped his foot.

Holy shit.

"Okay, okay pal, just, just let Daddy open you up." Steve whimpered.

Oh little bunny, Daddy wants a taste.

Jamesy flopped onto his back and obediently opened his legs nice and wide.

Steve always knew the entrance to heaven would steal his breath at the sight.

Daddy needs to taste.

Steve couldn’t help himself, diving right in to press a wet kiss to his boy's quivering, puckered muscles.

Jamesy keened.

"Daddy, Daddy!" He struggled out as Daddy's tongue wriggled its way inside his body.

Not enough.

Not nearly enough.

But fuck did it feel amazing.

He couldn't help the way his little hips humped at the cool air as his Daddy made out with his hole like a desperate teenager in a seedy back alleyway.

"Daddy! Daddy pl'eeeees inside!"

He couldn't take it anymore.

Steve growled as he fisted his raging erection in a vain attempt to alleviate his mounting frustration, shoving his tongue as deep as he was physically capable of into his little boy's asshole.

The broken squeal that erupted from the little boy's chest burned into his auditory cortex.

He needed to hear it again.

Deeper and deeper, in and out, in and out, Daddy's wet, powerful, writhing tongue plunged and laved.

Jamesy's little fingers found their way into Steve's hair.

He was not expecting the demanding, almost dominant tug he received.

"Daddy, now." He all but commanded.

Steve was already slathering another sloppy fistful of coconut oil across his length.

Jamesy wriggled his hips impossibly wider, clearly settling himself in a way that could only be known from experience.

Steve shook the thought from his head as his cock lined up with his boy's winking hole.

"Are you-"

Jamesy clawed into the meat of his thighs.

Steve plunged in.

His head slipped in with a delicious pop.

Jamesy howled.

Daddy groaned.

Inch by inch, mile by mile, Daddy's cock squeezed itself into his little body.

Daddy was so much bigger than in his dream.

Daddy was stretching him so thin.

He was going to rip his poor little boy in half.

"Fuck-" Steve had to steady himself, the sheer girth of the midway point of his shaft already pulling Jamesy's rim into a tight ring. "Baby boy, ohh lamb, Daddy's penis feels so good inside you."

That made two of them.

Jamesy nodded frantically, his drooling lips pulled back in a near concerning snarl, teeth grinding and gnashing.

He knew that face all too well.

He could take it, his son takes cock like a champ.

With a sudden yank on his thighs, his cock was perfectly sheathed inside Jamesy's guts.

He could see Daddy's head poking up through the soft sinew of his tummy.

Someone sobbed.

Someone roared.

Ma, please, dear God please look away.

Steve's riled instincts took hold, his hips rolling back to yank his cock halfway out only to plunge directly back in.

In and out.

In and out.

In and Out.

Tears escaped Jamesy's eyes as they squeezed shut, only to burst open wide with bewilderment at the sight of Daddy's cock plowing into his channel.

His jaw hung open, each breath punched from his lungs.

He needed more.

“Daddyyy!” Jamesy sobbed, his body getting shoved towards the foot of the bed with each powerful thrust.

His little fingers gripped at his shoulders, clawing in a desperate bid to hang on for dear life.

Daddy tucked his face into his little boy’s neck, drinking in every last drop of salt on his sensitive skin.

Jamesy’s guts milked his cock, silently demanding his Daddy to breed him.

“Oh fuck, no-nnohh fuck—“ Steve just couldn’t take it.

He couldn’t stop himself from cumming deep inside his little boy.

His first orgasm hit him like a brick wall, his back trembling with strain as he fucked himself through it.

In. In. In!

“Gh-oohhhh God-Fuck!” Daddy pumped his little body so full, the molten slick of his seed squelching and spurting with each buck of Daddy’s sturdy hips.

He could feel it leaking out onto Daddy’s thighs, staining the sheets below.

That didn’t stop Daddy from ramping up his pace, the bed frame creaking ominously beneath them as he shoved his cum deeper and deeper into his little boy’s intestines.

The sharp surprise of teeth digging into his nape pulled a yelp from his chest.

“Ah—Ah! Ahh!!” Jamesy hiccuped as his Daddy’s painfully hard head tugged at his rim with each pull and punched into his stomach with each thrust.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck Jamesy, you feel so fucking Good babydoll…” Steve growled, slamming his cock impossibly deeper on the stressed word.

“Daddy!” Jamesy squealed, little fingers scrambling for purchase in his Daddy’s hair and down his back.

Steve bit back a snarl as he nuzzled his face lower, capturing a little nipple in his mouth and flicking the tiny bud with the tip of his tongue.

Jamesy’s back arched off the bed, claws drawing blood as they dragged down his shoulder blades.

He needed more.

He couldn’t believe his own enthusiasm, something about the taboo nature and unnerving implications only making his blood boil even wilder.

Something about father and son.

Something dirty. Unspeakable.

Animal.

Something about a Daddy loving his little boy so, so very much.

God, he was such a pervert.

He pulled his face away from Jamesy’s neck, gripping his little waist as his hips drilled into his sloppy, filthy, pliant heat.

He swore his thumbs could touch.

May he be forgiven.

“Daddy!!” His little boy sobbed, unseeing eyes shooting open, piercing his very soul.

Something inside him snapped.

Jamesy squealed as his Daddy’s stallion of a cock escaped the vice grip of his entrails.

He hardly hard the time to notice he had been propped up on hands and knees when Daddy’s bulbous glans prodded at his now gaping hole.

Prod.

Shove.

He swore he felt his Daddy’s tip slam the back of his eyeballs.

His shrieking wails burned into Steve’s eardrums.

“Ghhaaahh—fhhk-“ Steve gnashed his teeth, halting and trembling as the dizzying surge of another impending orgasm clawed at his skull.

Not yet.

Not yet.

A moment to let the rush pass.

Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap—

Jamesy could barely suck in enough air to squeak as the twitching, branding iron rod battered his guts, his Daddy’s heavy sack spanking his own poor, aching balls with each near painful slap of skin.

Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap—

Smack!

Daddy grunted like a Grizzly Bear.

“I-I—Gh—MNNH!!!” Jamesy struggled to even open his mouth, lockjaw setting in. “Ghuuhh! Da—haAHH-ha-dd—EEEHH!”

Steve could feel his little boy’s channel flickering and twitching around his shaft, his cock suddenly driving through a hydraulic press.

God, his baby boy was so fucking close.

Jamesy choked on his Daddy’s cock slamming up into his throat, desperately attempting to impale him.

Lightning sparked up his spine, igniting the pool of heat deep in his belly.

He felt like he had to pee so bad, like he was fit to burst any moment.

Little metal claws ripped another set of holes into his mattress.

Constellations danced behind his wide open, glazed over, nearly crossed, dripping eyes.

“C’mon baby, Daddy wans’ta feel you cum on his cock.” Steve’s accent slipped out, his vision growing fuzzy white around the edges.

Jamesy sniveled and hiccuped, soft skin burning bright scarlet curtained by a tangled mop of chestnut.

He’s gonna need a good brushing after this.

Daddy would love to brush his little boy’s sex tousled hair.

“C’mon, lamb, you can do it, I know you can,” Daddy’s big hand snaked around his waist.

Warm, calloused fingers gripped his angry, weeping little cock in an unyielding, unforgiving iron grip. “Let all it out baby, cum for Daddy, let Daddy make your little peashooter shoot all of the stickies out.”

…The hell did that come from?

He wasn’t sure he had ever even heard that string of filth before in his life.

Regardless, it seemed to do the trick.

Daddy’s tight fist ruthlessly stroked once, twice, three times, before squeezing tight around his head and flicking his wrist.

Jamesy’s legs trembled violently as his little mismatched arms gave out, face flopping into the bed as his cock pulsed and throbbed, spitting out an eruption of white into Daddy’s palm, squelching between his fingers, and onto the soiled sheets below.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five!

After an impressive sixth rope of cum splattered onto the bed, Jamesy’s trembling knees finally buckled as well.

The impact produced an impressive squelch as his belly landed in his puddle of seminal fluid.

Steve didn’t even have a chance to grasp his quaking shaft before his cock began blasting rope after rope across his boy’s puffy, ruined hole and slap reddened ass, bouncing and throbbing with the force of his sudden ejaculation.

The fucking thing had a mind of its own.

He gripped the base of his cock with one hand as he worked his swollen head through the intensity of his second orgasm.

He wasn’t sure where those agonized, desperate howls came from either.

His vision barely came back online as the remaining few drops of cum disappeared into the layer of slime painted across his baby’s bottom.

Four ripping strokes of his cock later, Steve flopped onto his back.

The cacophony of deep, gasping pants and whatever remained of Steve’s semen inside Jamesy’s body leaking out echoed through the lavender room.

Jamesy’s little body squirmed up into the crook of his Daddy’s arm, snuggling in tight as his body settled back into sleep.

His face absolutely buried in his Daddy’s armpit.

A deep breath. Another.

Rhythmic.

Soothing.

Like he was never even awake.

Steve hoped to visit him in his dreams again.

Chapter Text

Jamesy was awoken by a gentle, familiar knock.

“Mnhh?” Daddy grunted beneath him.

“You two up yet?” Papa asked from behind Jamesy’s door. “It’s almost nine.”

Wow, they really slept in.

Jamesy stretched his arms above his head, reminiscing over his wonderful dream.

That was, until his hands landed on a cool puddle soaked into the sheets.

That wasn’t a dream.

The door clicked open as Papa’s face appeared in the doorway.

He froze in his tracks before resting his hands on his hips and letting out an impressed whistle.

“Looks like you two had fun this morning.” Papa smiled.

Daddy smiled back, cheeks blooming a beautiful rose.

“Morning, doll.” He hummed, voice just as rumbly as hours before.

“Morning to you too, Daddy,” Papa chuckled as he pressed a kiss to Daddy’s forehead. “And you as well, honeybunny.”

Jamesy couldn’t help the smile that stretched his cheeks.

“C’mon, let’s get you two cleaned up.” Papa hummed, giving Jamesy a hand to help pull himself up whilst Daddy swung his legs over the side of the bed.

As Daddy stretched out his back, Jamesy’s feet touched the cool floor.

However, as he tried to lift himself off the bed, his little legs quivered and buckled.

Daddy is here.

“Oh hey, hey, it’s okay, back on the bed.” Daddy was already clucking as he helped Papa settle him back on the bed.

“…I…” Jamesy gulped. “I d’nno if I can walk…”

Sam shot Steve a cocked eyebrow, the super soldier only responding with a sheepish shrug.

“That’s okay, Daddy can carry you to the bath.” Sam hummed as his fingers ran over a dried patch of cum on his belly. “You two are filthy.”

Jamesy giggled as he tucked his head, shielding his blushing face from his guardians.

Papa’s soft lips pecked his forehead and temple as Daddy’s strong, warm arms scooped him up off the bed and against the expanse of Daddy’s chest.

Daddy is here.

Daddy is warm.

Daddy is safe.

“Can we ha’f pancakes for breakfast?”