Fair point. [ There's a sense of pride in seeing that flush, the way it blooms against his skin and makes a rumble o fa laugh emerge before he's thought about it. He wants to kiss every inch of that blush, to run his mouth over every bit of skin he can find, just to listen to those satisfied little noises Sam sometimes makes.
though the squirming is a bit distracting, and there's no doubt Bucky is enjoying it when he can't resist lifting his hips, just enough to give a slow roll and jostle Sam settled atop of him. That is till he starts leaning down, putting them a little more flush and Bucky finds himself very much enthralled by the sight of Sam's mouth against his skin (and who wouldn't be?). Clearing his throat, he gives a little trace of his fingertips around the shell of Sam's ear, a delicate sort of touch, reserved for these little moments. ]
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though the squirming is a bit distracting, and there's no doubt Bucky is enjoying it when he can't resist lifting his hips, just enough to give a slow roll and jostle Sam settled atop of him. That is till he starts leaning down, putting them a little more flush and Bucky finds himself very much enthralled by the sight of Sam's mouth against his skin (and who wouldn't be?). Clearing his throat, he gives a little trace of his fingertips around the shell of Sam's ear, a delicate sort of touch, reserved for these little moments. ]