[His attention snaps to Sam at the first rustle of clothing, gaze sliding down his body as each item hits the floor. It's not the first time that Sam has stripped off in front of him. But it's the first time that there's been a shared intention. The first time that Bucky hasn't shied way from getting a good look at him. And by the time Sam steps him close, Bucky's eyes are dark, the pink tinge to his skin being borne from arousal rather than embarrassment. He wants Sam, and he has no doubt that Sam knows it.
The kiss, as brief as it may be, only serves to rile him up more, and he almost chases after Sam's lips as he pulls away to speak. He ends up licking his own lips instead, savoring the taste of Sam as he tries to find his voice again.]
Never been more sure.
[And to make his point, he moves his hands to Sam's, tugging the waistband more firmly into his grip and pushing them both down at once. He's put this off for months now, and he's done waiting. Done shying away from the two of them sharing this side of their relationship too.]
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The kiss, as brief as it may be, only serves to rile him up more, and he almost chases after Sam's lips as he pulls away to speak. He ends up licking his own lips instead, savoring the taste of Sam as he tries to find his voice again.]
Never been more sure.
[And to make his point, he moves his hands to Sam's, tugging the waistband more firmly into his grip and pushing them both down at once. He's put this off for months now, and he's done waiting. Done shying away from the two of them sharing this side of their relationship too.]