[He's always surprised and taken off guard whenever Bucky says something that manages to fluster him, and this is no exemption. He tries to cover up by huffing, but the blush the spreads across his cheeks and down his neck is pretty much a giveaway.]
You say that like you haven't been in the same situation. [Recently, even.] And yes, I do have the best seat in the house.
[Somehow, Sam still feels like he's been played, but he enjoys his view from his perch regardless - having Bucky sprawled out under him is always a welcome sight - so he makes himself comfortable. Of course, that means squirming around as much as possible (to further his advantage) before pressing down until he was pretty much settled on his belly on top of his soul mate. Eyes flicking up to catch Bucky's, he leans down to place a careful kiss to his skin.]
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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[That makes him raise an eyebrow.] Oh, you mean I've got some competition somewhere around here then? Not really seeing it.
[He rocks back against that slow thrust though, eyes sliding closed with a quiet noise of pleasure. He pauses to stroke his hands down Bucky's chest and shoulders, leaving light scratches in his wake that he soothes with kisses. He likes the way that he looks with the marks he leaves, as if they're another claim he has on Bucky, as if the writing on his inner wrist declaring he's Sam's isn't enough.
It's particularly satisfying when they fool around right before going out, and he's able to press a hand to Bucky's skin where he knows a bruise still is under those layers of clothes, watch his eyes go dark at the reminder. It's almost as satisfying as the process of getting him to fall apart in the first place.]
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You say that like you haven't been in the same situation. [Recently, even.] And yes, I do have the best seat in the house.
[Somehow, Sam still feels like he's been played, but he enjoys his view from his perch regardless - having Bucky sprawled out under him is always a welcome sight - so he makes himself comfortable. Of course, that means squirming around as much as possible (to further his advantage) before pressing down until he was pretty much settled on his belly on top of his soul mate. Eyes flicking up to catch Bucky's, he leans down to place a careful kiss to his skin.]
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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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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[He rocks back against that slow thrust though, eyes sliding closed with a quiet noise of pleasure. He pauses to stroke his hands down Bucky's chest and shoulders, leaving light scratches in his wake that he soothes with kisses. He likes the way that he looks with the marks he leaves, as if they're another claim he has on Bucky, as if the writing on his inner wrist declaring he's Sam's isn't enough.
It's particularly satisfying when they fool around right before going out, and he's able to press a hand to Bucky's skin where he knows a bruise still is under those layers of clothes, watch his eyes go dark at the reminder. It's almost as satisfying as the process of getting him to fall apart in the first place.]