Smutty prompts u say?? Sam and Steve grinding in the living room @ 2am and Sam trying to convince Steve to Stop Moaning So Loud
“Steve! Shut the fuck up!" Sam whispered furiously, biting back a whine that wanted to escape. Steve ignored Sam, and ground down a little harder with a shit eating grin on his face. He let out a filthy moan through his smile, and Sam reached up and slapped his hand over Steve's mouth.
"Barnes is sleeping, Steve!"
"Yeah, so?" Steve responded from around Sam's palm.
"Oh my god--" Sam groaned, mostly out of frustration and partially because Steve had changed the angle of his thrusts and Sam could now feel the entire hot length of his cock rubbing up against his through their boxers.
This had all started when Sam and Steve fell asleep while watching a movie, and woke up groggy and disoriented at two in the morning with the title loop of the movie still playing. Sam had fallen sideways in sleep, Steve laying on top of him, and when they had woken up Steve's annoying Super Soldier Dick was up too, and raring to go. Steve had whined, saying, "Y'know how it aches, Sammy, can I please...?", and of course Sam was no match for Steve's wide and pleading blue eyes, so he only grumbled a little before spreading his legs, letting Steve fit himself between them.
As soon as Steve started his dirty little grind with a big grin spreading on his face, Sam knew he had made a mistake. One, he was stupid to have assumed he himself wouldn't have been affected by Steve's big, beautiful body thrusting so perfect, and two, he was stupid to have assumed that Steve was going to stay quiet.
Steve was never quiet during sex. Never. Whether they were kissing, or Steve had his mouth full of Sam's cock, or he was pushing into Sam with his mouth on the back of Sam's neck, he made noise. Soft little whines, filthy moans, deep rumbling groans. He was loud. So it was ridiculous to assume he wouldn't make noise when they were grinding on the couch and his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied.
So now Steve was moaning like a whore on top of Sam, and Sam couldn't even lie to himself anymore. This was hot as fuck. Sloppy grinding was one of his favorite things to do, it was dirty and intimate, and it built the tension so good, making the eventual release all the sweeter.
Sam spread his legs wider unconsciously, trying to get Steve even closer. Steve let out a noisy, appreciative groan, because of course.
"Steve, stop being so fucking loud," Sam tried again.
But this time Steve seemed to not actually hear him. His eyebrows were starting to furrow, and the blush on his cheeks was beginning to spread down his neck. He was letting out little "ah, ah, ah"s with every roll of his hips, and the arms on either side of Sam's head were beginning to tremble.
He started to grind harder, pressing Sam deeper into the couch, his moans growing in volume and frequency, punctuated by breathy gasps for air. Resigned to his fate of probably being caught, Sam reached for Steve's hips, pulling him closer and tighter and harder--
With a low sigh, Steve came. He dropped his head next to Sam's, mouthing desperately at Sam's neck as his cock twitched and his release soaked through his boxers and into Sam's. Ironically, the only time Steve was quiet during sex was when he came. He just shuddered, hips jerking, thigh muscles twitching in pleasure.
The rolls of Steve's hips began to slow. Sam threw back his head as he felt his orgasm beginning to build, his thighs tensing and an ache building in his balls.
"Steve--" Sam gasped desperately.
"Whatchu need, baby?" Steve mumbled into his neck, not stopping the lazy roll of his hips.
"Touch-- touch me please...!"
Steve lifted his body, now kneeling over Sam, and reached for Sam's cock, starting to jerk him off through his boxers. Steve's release soaking through Sam's boxers made every movement slick and sticky, and Steve's big warm hand wrapped around him so nice, even through a layer of cloth, and Steve's mouth was so soft and wet under his ear--
With a loud cry, Sam's back arched off the couch, his eyes rolling back. Pleasure tingled up his legs and up his spine like sparklers as Steve kept rubbing him through it, murmuring praise in his ear. Steve let go once Sam's body relaxed back on the couch with a sigh, and he ran his clean palm up Sam's side.
"Well if Barnes didn't hear us before he definitely heard us now," Sam said in embarrassment.
"Oh wait, you were serious?" Steve let out an incredulous laugh.
At Sam's confused look, Steve explained. "Bucky's at Clint's tonight. He left at, like, eight."
Sam gaped. Laughing again, Steve said, "I thought you were just playing around! I didn't know you thought Bucky was actually here!"
Sam groaned, covering his face.
"We're never speaking of this again," Sam grumbled.
Letting out a little giggle, Steve kissed Sam's neck sweetly. "Whatever you say, baby."
hi i wrote this during math class lmk what you think!
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