[He's beyond words by the point that he realizes that Sam's expecting a response. Beyond the capability to speak. With Sam on his knees in front of him, those hands on his hips feel like a brand. Like he's being claimed through to the core. And all Bucky can do in response is stare. Only this time-
This time he's stuck trying to remember how to breathe. This time there's faint tremor running through his body that Sam's entirely to blame for. This time, it has nothing to do with trying to intimidate the other man and everything to do with trying to remember all of this. The way Sam looks. The feel of those hands on his hips. Of his own against Sam's face.
It's Sam's tongue though that has his eyes closing briefly. That has a shaky breath escape him, and his grip tightening just slightly. There's a soft curse on his lips when he finally catches himself, thumbs swiping the corners of Sam's mouth.]
Need me to tell you how the only time I wake up hard, it's cause I've been dreaming about you? Fuck, Sam. It's always you.
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This time he's stuck trying to remember how to breathe. This time there's faint tremor running through his body that Sam's entirely to blame for. This time, it has nothing to do with trying to intimidate the other man and everything to do with trying to remember all of this. The way Sam looks. The feel of those hands on his hips. Of his own against Sam's face.
It's Sam's tongue though that has his eyes closing briefly. That has a shaky breath escape him, and his grip tightening just slightly. There's a soft curse on his lips when he finally catches himself, thumbs swiping the corners of Sam's mouth.]
Need me to tell you how the only time I wake up hard, it's cause I've been dreaming about you? Fuck, Sam. It's always you.