"u cant tell me peggy n steve didnt ask bucky to judge
which one of them has better tits"
Peggy Carter has a few ideas by
owlet --
Author's summary: She saw how they looked at one another. Her reaction was quite positive indeed. My summary: Peggy wants a threesome, both because she wants to fuck James and, even more so, wants those oblivious boys to fuck each other.
Excerpt:
Peggy kissed Bucky, and Steve watched their mouths move together. Put his hands on Bucky’s legs, slid them up to feel Buck’s belly clench.
And yeah.
After all this time, Steve did still know what to do. He licked his hand and wrapped it around Bucky’s cock; Bucky convulsed, broke away from Peg to stare at him with his mouth slightly open.
Their whole lives, there had been few things Steve enjoyed more than making James Buchanan Barnes jump halfway out of his skin. Why should this moment be any different?
He leaned down and took it into his mouth.
“Jesus fuck,” Bucky said.
“Don’t blaspheme,” Peggy said, and put her mouth on his.
Steve agreed with the sentiment, though. If they’d been brave enough to try this when they were kids, it would’ve been the end of them.
It felt weird in his mouth, soft skin over hardness, Peggy’s flavor over a slight bitterness. He thought about the stuff Peg did that felt good and sucked hard, briefly, ran his tongue over the little flange at the head. Heard Bucky moan into Peggy’s mouth and sucked again, moved his hand up and down.
Steve opened his eyes, and fuck it was a good thing no one was actually touching him or he’d fall apart. Bucky had his mouth on Peggy’s breast and one hand between her legs, and she was looking down at Steve with so much heat in her expression that she could’ve set the room on fire.
He lifted his mouth and licked slowly, pulled with his hand, so Peggy could see, and she grinned sharply at him.
Bucky lifted his head and looked down. Steve could see worry hiding in his face. Bucky didn’t have any expressions that he didn’t know as well as he knew himself.
He was fretting, as usual.
Steve could take care of that.
“You need more, pal?” he said, and moved faster with his mouth and hand, sucking hard.
“Fuck,” Bucky said.
“Yes, that’s rather the point,” Peggy said.
And goddamn the two of them, they made a picture that burned itself into Steve’s brain. Bucky growled and pulled Peg over until she straddled his mouth. Steve watched them while he worked, Bucky’s mouth moving, Peggy flailing, trying to find purchase with her arms.
Steve took his cues from what he could see of Buck’s chin moving; he moved in time, pulling and sucking, licking at the salty fluid Bucky gave him. Under his left hand, he felt Bucky’s hips twitch, and Peggy had that little crease between her eyebrows. Both of them were making eager little sounds. Steve reached down with his left hand to cup Bucky’s balls. Bucky’s legs moved, and his hands gripped Peggy’s belly hard. She gasped, clutched at the headboard behind her, and gave a long, low moan. Steve bent his head, reached as far as he could with his mouth, and drew back slowly, sucking and stroking equally hard, and Bucky’s cry was muffled by Peggy’s body as he spilled into Steve’s mouth, bitter and salty.
Wasn’t that something.
Wasn’t that just a hell of a thing.
