[Needless to say, cuddle time is going to be a Thing with them. Not that physical contact is exactly new; in their youth Bucky had always been quick to sling an arm around his best friend's shoulders, tug Steve close to laugh at their latest joke or prank or plan. And maybe this has grown out of that ready affection, that happy proximity; Bucky isn't sure. What he does know is how much he likes having Steve near, how settled he feels in his own skin simply by touching Steve's.
A happy noise escapes him whenever Steve's touch lingers. The curve of a bicep, the tangible bump of metal shoulder blending into flesh, the length of his hair. And his own hands aren't idle, tracing Steve's ribs, lingering at his hip, drawing nonsense patterns against his abs.]
Good. I plan on keeping you here for a long time.
[Tonight yes but even after this. Bucky wants Steve in his bed, wants to roll around in Steve's bed. But it's not just about the sex; he wants to wake up together for morning runs, wants to dance around the kitchen while coffee brews. Wants to curl up on the couch and try to catch up on some of the things they've missed, wants to do all of this and more with Steve.]
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A happy noise escapes him whenever Steve's touch lingers. The curve of a bicep, the tangible bump of metal shoulder blending into flesh, the length of his hair. And his own hands aren't idle, tracing Steve's ribs, lingering at his hip, drawing nonsense patterns against his abs.]
Good. I plan on keeping you here for a long time.
[Tonight yes but even after this. Bucky wants Steve in his bed, wants to roll around in Steve's bed. But it's not just about the sex; he wants to wake up together for morning runs, wants to dance around the kitchen while coffee brews. Wants to curl up on the couch and try to catch up on some of the things they've missed, wants to do all of this and more with Steve.]