Bucky leaned forward over his desk as the guy in front of him talked and talked without seeming to check or care whether Bucky was still listening or not. The guy – Mark? Chad? Mike? He hadn't caught it when Joaquin had warned of his impending invasion – Some guy from another department had come to talk to him 'urgently' and from what little Bucky had been able to take in, it was anything but urgent; but he nodded along hoping to speed up this interruption to his time with Sam.
Sam was currently under his desk. If it hadn't been for Joaquin's quick thinking outside of his office, pushing the intercom button to discretely warn them of the incoming interruption, he and Sam would have been caught. It wasn't that he and Sam didn't want people to know they were together, in fact the people they thought mattered enough to know, did in fact know. No, the issue lay with their titles as Captain America and The Winter Soldier – a title Bucky was desperately trying to shake, but had yet to find a suitable replacement for that the agency said 'tested well' with their focus groups.
Sam and Bucky didn't want to go public with their relationship while it was so fresh, and people could call their professionalism into question. But the agency was so in need of good press, they would no doubt want to use it as a way to appeal to people, plaster posters of the two of them everywhere, send them on a press tour. Things that would be too much for them at this, the four-month mark.
In fact, right now it was Bucky's quick thinking that would save him in the future. Joaquin was a good friend to him and Sam and usually guarded Bucky's office, not allowing people entry. Inspired by Joaquin's use of the intercom, Bucky hit his own switch and he knew the younger man would be taking notes for him to review later or recording the conversation.
Bucky tried to concentrate but it was difficult. The space under his desk wasn't best suited for a full-grown man to hide under, let alone a full-grown man as well built as Sam Wilson, and Bucky's own long legs. Sam's nose was pressed against his bare crotch, his mouth hot and wet around his cock, his throat opening and constricting around it. Bucky was using all of his willpower to not let a single noise alert the unwanted visitor to his situation, because holy shit Sam was good with his mouth.
"Mmhmm," Bucky hummed, feigning agreement, praying to whatever or whoever was listening that this would be over soon.
Sam was teasing him with his tongue, he wanted so badly to be moaning, but he supressed the urge. He could feel his climax building and it wasn't going to take much more to get him to spill his load down Sam's throat. He used his foot to lightly kick Sam's leg, he seemed to get the hint and calmed his efforts, resigning himself to simply holding Bucky's cock in his mouth.
Bucky wished he could groan, this guy – he still couldn't remember the name of – was still talking.
"…what're your thoughts on that Sir?"
Bucky cleared his throat and scanned the page the guy had given him.
"Um, you know what, let me take some time, read your proposal and I'll let you know," he said. The guy looked pleased, like that was what he wanted and thanked Bucky for his time. The second he was gone he spoke to Joaquin over the intercom. "Hey Joaquin, hold all of my meetings until further notice, I've got something serious that needs my attention in here."
"Will do Mr Barnes."
"Thank you," Bucky responded and shut off the intercom.
He stood, hauled Sam out from under his desk and kissed him roughly against the it. "Lock the door," he instructed, firmly, against Sam's mouth. Sam smirked, darting under Bucky's metal arm which was framed on one side of him against the desk. Bucky cleared his desk off and pushed his chair clear. He strode over to Sam and kissed him again, his hands ripping at the fly of his jeans, eager to get to what was beneath. "You've been a naughty boy Sam Wilson," he growled, slipping his flesh hand inside Sam's underwear to cup him. "Do you know what happens to naughty boys in my office?"
"I don't believe I do Mr Barnes," Sam replied smoothly.
"Naughty boys get punished in a manner best befitting the crime," Bucky teased as he massaged Sam's cock, enjoying the way it filled and hardened in his hand.
"What crime have I committed?"
"Distracting me during a conference with a colleague, a very serious crime. We should probably start right away on that punishment," he said, kissing down Sam's jaw and neck until he reached the clean, fresh fabric of his t-shirt. Sam had come in early for a meeting they were both due for later that afternoon, eager to show Bucky his ID picture that for once he didn't hate how he looked in. Things had progressed from there.
"And what would you have me do Mr Barnes?"
"Go to my desk, take off your pants and bend over," he paused and looked Sam up and down before adding "doll," knowing how much hearing him say that turned Sam on. Bucky watched as Sam walked around the desk, stripped and bent over it, resting his chin on his hands and spreading his legs so he could comfortably stand at that angle. Bucky went in his bottom draw for the bottle of lube and set it on the desk when he caught a glimpse of something nestled neatly between Sam's cheeks. He recognised it as part of one of his and Sam's favourite toys.
Pulling out his phone he checked to see if the toy had synced with the app yet, he smirked, it had. "Someone had plans for this afternoon, were you planning on wearing this through the whole meeting?" he asked Sam, pressing a thumb against the end of the toy.
"I've been feeling a little empty," Sam said, pushing back against the press of the toy, "wanted to feel good and full so I could be at my best, Mr Barnes. It's not as good as something else I know though," Sam teased.
"Well I'm sure we can do something about that," Bucky told him, giving the toy a teasing tug, pulling a quiet moan from Sam. "First though, we have the small matter of punishment to deal with."
Sam fought a shiver as Bucky's vibranium hand trailed under his shirt, down his spine and over his ass. "We'll start with a spanking," he said, landing a smack on Sam's backside, "a good, hard, spanking," he added giving it a firm squeeze. "Now, how many spanks should such a crime call for?" Bucky wondered aloud, "Hmm, pick two numbers between 1 and 5."
"3 and 5."
"Excellent choice, now multiply them."
"15."
"Sounds like a good number to me, now, count nice and clearly, out loud," he instructed as he brought his hand down just the way Sam liked it against his ass.
"One," Sam said, "Two," he gasped, "three-ah," he moaned as the power from Bucky's hand jostled the toy inside of him, pressing the tip against his prostate. "Four," he groaned, pressing his head into his arms. "Five," he said into them. "Fuck-" he gasped, his head shooting up as the toy buzzed to life inside of him. The next thing he heard was Bucky's smug chuckle and the sound of his phone sliding against the desk, probably so he could continue playing with the settings.
Bucky continued his spanking; Sam could feel his hard cock leaking between his legs as he continued to count. "Fifteen," Sam called. Throughout Bucky had been changing the setting on the toy, teasing him, pushing him closer to the edge. Bucky stroked and rubbed over Sam's raw ass; Sam pushed back against his hand.
"Good boy Sam," Bucky praised him, "let's see how good of a job you did getting yourself ready for me," he said, wrapping his fingers around the base of the toy and giving it a playful tug.
Sam whimpered as Bucky played with the toy, pulling at it slowly so that he could watch it stretch Sam's rim as the flared base came out. Sam moaned as Bucky pulled the toy out of him, setting it aside for later. Bucky leaned over Sam, pressing the hard bulge in his pants against Sam's ass and kissing from the top of his spine to his lips. Sam adjusted his stance, pressing back against the rough denim Bucky was wearing as Bucky murmured commandingly in his ear.
"Now you stay put and don't even think about cumming until I'm inside of you and say you can," he warned, and Sam did shiver under Bucky's firm chest. "Was I clear?" He asked bucking against Sam.
"Yes Mr Barnes," Sam grunted in response.
"Atta boy," Bucky whispered, nipping at his ear.
Bucky got to his knees behind Sam and stroked and squeezed his ass, pushing his cheeks apart. He raised a hand and spanked one side, watching the flesh shake from the impact and grinned at the moan he got. Pressing his thumb against Sam's entrance he grinned as it greedily opened around him. He delighted in Sam's gasp as Bucky started to work him open with his mouth, relishing in each noise he was able to draw from Sam. He slid fingers in alongside his tongue and teased Sam's cock with his other hand.
"Fuck, Buc- Mr Barnes, please," Sam begged, catching himself.
"Please what Sam?"
"Please fuck me, please put your cock inside of me," he whined, thrusting hard into Bucky's vibranium hand as a finger brushed his prostate.
Bucky considered, "well doll, since you asked so nicely," he said, getting to his feet and withdrawing his fingers from Sam. "Reach back and hold yourself open for me," he told Sam. Bucky stepped back and admired Sam's puckered hole as he rubbed lube into his still hard cock. "No cumming until I say you can," he reminded Sam, laying his cock against Sam's entrance and giving a teasing thrust.
Lining up his cock, Bucky pressed forwards, feeling Sam relax around each hard, familiar inch that was fed into him. He moaned and let his forehead hit the cool desk beneath him, this was what he had wanted and what he had needed. Bucky bottomed out and paused, moving Sam's hands away from his ass and leaning over him, feeling like he was getting deeper, as if that were possible. He kissed the top of Sam's spine through his shirt and listened to Sam's breathing to keep himself centred.
"You feel so good Sam," Bucky murmured, nipping at Sam's ear once again, "How's my cock feel inside you, doll?"
"It feels good, so fucking good Mr Barnes, feel so full right now," Sam answered, his voice hitching as Bucky wrapped a lubed hand around his cock.
"When are you allowed to cum?" Bucky asked giving Sam's cock a firm stroke.
"When you say I can."
"Atta boy," Bucky praised.
Planting his hands on the desk, either side of Sam, Bucky pushed himself up so he was standing over him and slowly withdrew his cock, starting up a slow, torturous pace that allowed each curve and vein to drag over Sam's sensitive rim. After a few minutes, he paused when he was almost pulled out completely and slammed back into Sam, directly angling for his prostate. Sam cursed loudly and Bucky smirked, speeding up his hips as they pumped in quicker, shallower bursts into Sam.
"You're so perfect doll, just perfect, I can't wait to spill my load in your pretty ass," Bucky panted, giving Sam's ass another slap.
"Mm, fuck, please, please fill me with your cum."
"Oh I will, then I'm gonna put that toy back into you before our meeting, then during our meeting I'm gonna have a play with it on my phone, you'll be sat there full of my cum with it plugged inside of you, you want that doll?"
"Fuck, yes, yes, please," Sam moaned pushing back to meet Bucky's thrusts.
"Touch yourself for me doll, stroke your cock for me."
Sam wrapped a hand around his aching cock which was oozing pre-cum. He smeared it around with his fingers and stroked himself, careful not to get carried away.
Sam could feel himself getting close, his orgasm was tightly wound, ready for release, he squeezed the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming. "Mm, baby, please, please, I'm so close, please let me cum," he begged.
"You close doll?" Bucky teased.
"So close, fuck, please can I cum?"
"You can cum as soon as I do," Bucky grunted, his own release not far off. "Beg for me to fill you doll, beg for my cum."
"Oh, fuck, please, Buck, please fill me baby, give me your cum, fuck I'm so close, please cum in me," Sam pleaded as Bucky chased his release, quickening his pace inside of Sam. "Shit, baby, please-" Sam was cut off by a deep groan emitting from Bucky as he spilled his hot, thick seed into him as a Sam followed moments later.
Sam felt Bucky's chest as he collapsed against his back, panting heavily. He felt Bucky's hot breath in his ear, no doubt whispering praises, but Sam could barely hear him over his pulse pounding in his ears. He turned his head to kiss Bucky, moaning as the stretch to reach his lips knocked Bucky's cock into his sensitive prostate.
Bucky stayed inside of him for a few minutes while they caught their breath before carefully extracting himself from Sam. Sam remained bent over the desk, feeling thick blobs of Bucky's release escaping and oozing down his thighs. Bucky hastily rubbed more lube to the tip of the toy and used it to push the escaping cum back into Sam before setting the toy in place.
Bucky helped Sam to stand and kissed him before they parted to fix their clothes. Bucky opened his window to air out the room and backed Sam against his office door for more sweet, loving kisses.
Sam's phone interrupted them, his 5 minute warning for the meeting.
"You aren't really gonna use the toy are you?" Sam asked.
"Haven't decided yet." Bucky told him, "How come?"
"We could get caught," Sam shrugged.
"Isn't that all part of the fun?" Bucky asked with a smirk that told Sam he had just made up his mind. Sam fought the urge to groan, it was gonna be a long afternoon, that was for sure.