[Steve's shifting pulls Bucky half on top of him, but Bucky clearly doesn't mind being so close. Especially with hands in his hair and on his skin, with his own hands idly tracing the lines of Steve's body. It's nice: comforting, calming, warm. It's the closest thing to home that Bucky's felt in a long time, and he's pretty sure it's because it's the two of them. It makes him smile, partly for memory of their childhood and partly for having found each other again now.
He follows the kiss with another, placed just to the side of Steve's mouth. A third gets dropped on his chin and a fourth against his neck before Bucky nuzzles right into it. They have a lot of missed time to make up, which clearly means that they need to be cuddling constantly. He has no objections to the idea.]
I'm sure there's something.
[There are probably a lot of somethings, honestly, and a lot of them tied up in the category that is the tragedies of their lives. But Bucky pulls a face when he says it, to distract from the potentially dark path of those thoughts and into the lighthearted and silly instead.]
I mean, remember that time crawling through the sewers? That was not fun.
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He follows the kiss with another, placed just to the side of Steve's mouth. A third gets dropped on his chin and a fourth against his neck before Bucky nuzzles right into it. They have a lot of missed time to make up, which clearly means that they need to be cuddling constantly. He has no objections to the idea.]
I'm sure there's something.
[There are probably a lot of somethings, honestly, and a lot of them tied up in the category that is the tragedies of their lives. But Bucky pulls a face when he says it, to distract from the potentially dark path of those thoughts and into the lighthearted and silly instead.]
I mean, remember that time crawling through the sewers? That was not fun.