[The press of Bucky's body against his as they breathed in and out together (something that Sam noticed they seemed to do often and usually without thought) was relaxing, and he lets himself sink in further among the pillows, dragging Bucky down with him. He lets out a low whistle, eyes glinting mischievously.]
That was smooth. [Distracted by the kisses along his neck, he sighs and tilts his head to the side to bare more of his throat. He relishes the intimacy between them while at the same time cherishing the little glimpses of the man under all the walls, a reminder of the trust placed in him.] You know you don't have to charm me to keep me in bed, right?
[His own hands remain busy, too, though for the moment he rests them on Bucky's hips. There's a raised line of scar tissue there, jagged rather than smooth, and he rubs his thumb along it, curious. It felt like an exploration every time they fell into bed together, learning what made each other tick.]
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That was smooth. [Distracted by the kisses along his neck, he sighs and tilts his head to the side to bare more of his throat. He relishes the intimacy between them while at the same time cherishing the little glimpses of the man under all the walls, a reminder of the trust placed in him.] You know you don't have to charm me to keep me in bed, right?
[His own hands remain busy, too, though for the moment he rests them on Bucky's hips. There's a raised line of scar tissue there, jagged rather than smooth, and he rubs his thumb along it, curious. It felt like an exploration every time they fell into bed together, learning what made each other tick.]