[ As strange as it is, he wished those kinds of marks would linger for longer-- that his body wasn't built to work in overdrive. It'll be there for a bit but fade away like most other things that were that light. Though Bucky had his fair share of scars scraped along the skin, so clearly it wasn't perfect. A little hum leaves his lips as Sam moves and he just wants to drag the pair of them together so tight. Pressing his fingers into Sam's back he rolls his hips again, because that sort of friction he could get addicted to. ]
You're in the running. [ His eyes crinkle in the corners with the way the smile pulls at his lips, because he's gained a bit of an appreciation for antagonizing Sam. Mostly because his face is so expressive, so open and honest and Bucky could really get addicted to that. ]
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You're in the running. [ His eyes crinkle in the corners with the way the smile pulls at his lips, because he's gained a bit of an appreciation for antagonizing Sam. Mostly because his face is so expressive, so open and honest and Bucky could really get addicted to that. ]