[Bucky's smile grows, broad, especially at that dopey smile of Steve's. It's charming, always has been. Always will be.]
Oh, and what would that be--
[Steve's kiss cuts off his snark, which is probably for the best.
It only takes a moment for his brain to process what's happening-- even though he should have expected all of this, since he was the one who'd asked for it in the first place. He wraps both arms around Steve's back, using his right hand to scratch at Steve through the fabric of his shirt.
It's just hard enough to feel it, but light enough it'll heal before he's even finished trailing his nails against the other man's back.]
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Oh, and what would that be--
[Steve's kiss cuts off his snark, which is probably for the best.
It only takes a moment for his brain to process what's happening-- even though he should have expected all of this, since he was the one who'd asked for it in the first place. He wraps both arms around Steve's back, using his right hand to scratch at Steve through the fabric of his shirt.
It's just hard enough to feel it, but light enough it'll heal before he's even finished trailing his nails against the other man's back.]