[ There's a soft curse breathed in between the press of their lips against each other as Bucky lifts Sam up. It still sends Sam spinning in a variety of ways, those casual displays of strength. He'd be lying if he said they don't go straight to his dick. The fact that Bucky not only lifts him with one arm like Sam - a 5'11'' man with quite some muscle mass on his bones - weighs nothing, at an angle in which that shouldn't have been possible for anyone else. But more than desire, there's something else. That little thrill of knowing that all that strength, all that power, is used on him with such appreciation and care.
He wishes Bucky could see himself half the way Sam sees him, with strength that's not a curse but something lovely. Something safe.
On the bed, he straddles Bucky easily. Pressed close, chest to chest.
More than desire and thrill though, something soft and warm is tugging on his heart, so that Sam eventually breaks their gentle, sweet kisses. Pulls back to lean his forehead against Bucky's, just breathe with him.
He's Bucky's first since before so much. And Bucky... well... ]
You're my first since Riley.
[ Voice a whisper. The admission quiet. It's not the same, but it still feels important to share. Sam's trying to tell Bucky that he understands the gravity in his own small way. Wants Bucky to know that they're both something of magnitude to each other.
Sam cups Bucky's face in his hand. A confession made while they're so close that their mouths almost touch whenever one of them speaks. And Sam's been careful not to put too much on Bucky. So careful not to press for the answers and confirmations he knows are there, but needs to hear from Bucky himself at some point. There's no rush. But Bucky... Bucky deserves to know he's special to Sam, too. That he's it for Sam, too, even if neither is pressing for labels and words. ]
Ain't wired like most. I don't just... I can't. Casually, I mean. I can't sleep with someone without... something there, y'know. Never worked otherwise for me.
[ Never worked with less than his full heart. He doesn't say that out loud, but thinks Bucky might understand it anyway. ]
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He wishes Bucky could see himself half the way Sam sees him, with strength that's not a curse but something lovely. Something safe.
On the bed, he straddles Bucky easily. Pressed close, chest to chest.
More than desire and thrill though, something soft and warm is tugging on his heart, so that Sam eventually breaks their gentle, sweet kisses. Pulls back to lean his forehead against Bucky's, just breathe with him.
He's Bucky's first since before so much. And Bucky... well... ]
You're my first since Riley.
[ Voice a whisper. The admission quiet. It's not the same, but it still feels important to share. Sam's trying to tell Bucky that he understands the gravity in his own small way. Wants Bucky to know that they're both something of magnitude to each other.
Sam cups Bucky's face in his hand. A confession made while they're so close that their mouths almost touch whenever one of them speaks. And Sam's been careful not to put too much on Bucky. So careful not to press for the answers and confirmations he knows are there, but needs to hear from Bucky himself at some point. There's no rush. But Bucky... Bucky deserves to know he's special to Sam, too. That he's it for Sam, too, even if neither is pressing for labels and words. ]
Ain't wired like most. I don't just... I can't. Casually, I mean. I can't sleep with someone without... something there, y'know. Never worked otherwise for me.
[ Never worked with less than his full heart. He doesn't say that out loud, but thinks Bucky might understand it anyway. ]