[Bucky’s fingers chase those little trembles and twitches, fascinated with the responses of Steve’s body. And he can’t help the sigh when Steve’s hand lingers in his hair. He really enjoys having it played with, one of the advantages of long hair, and he’s quite happy to lay like this and explore.

They have all night, and that’s just a start — especially when Steve says things like that.]

I don’t think I could ever get sick of you, jerk.

[And he laughs, because the insult is a tease more than anything else. There is the stray thought of asking Steve to move in, to stay in a more permanent way, but that’s for the morning, for discussion when they’re not tangled up in each other.]

I’d say what you’ve earned is more than a little indulgence, personally. You should let me indulge you, let me spoil you.