[That touch results in a pleased sigh from Sam, and he turns his head to nuzzle against Bucky's palm and wrist. He's not about to be deterred so easily though, and he turns his attention back to teasing his lips up along Bucky's chest. His hands come into play soon enough as well, one tracing designs across his back and hip, the other moving upwards to brush his thumb against a nipple.
He shudders at the friction between their hips, and he gives a quiet purr at the sensation though the sound is muffled against Bucky's skin. He sucks one last mark (for now) at the junction where Bucky's neck meets his shoulder and admires the dark bruise blossoming on that pale skin before pulling away slightly, grinning smugly.]
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He shudders at the friction between their hips, and he gives a quiet purr at the sensation though the sound is muffled against Bucky's skin. He sucks one last mark (for now) at the junction where Bucky's neck meets his shoulder and admires the dark bruise blossoming on that pale skin before pulling away slightly, grinning smugly.]
So am I winning yet?