[Bucky’s already laughing before that smack; it just makes him laugh even harder. Really, this is just how they are, good natured rubbing and a few sharp elbows here and there. And Bucky’s kind of in love with the fact they hat Steve can fully participate in the roughhousing now, to a greater degree than when they were young. It’s a weight off his shoulders, not constantly worrying if he’s going to be too rough on his friend.]
I know. And I thought you liked my ass.
[Are Steve’s eyes rolling yet? If they’re not, well, Bucky is fully prepared to redouble his efforts. Though he does sigh happily when Steve’s hand strokes over that spot on his thigh, shifting the leg to get more skin contact. It feels good, the simple petting, and he could probably spend most of the rest of the day doing nothing but this.
With another contented sigh he presses a series of soft, happy kisses to Steve’s throat, tiny little things meant more for affection than arousal.]
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I know. And I thought you liked my ass.
[Are Steve’s eyes rolling yet? If they’re not, well, Bucky is fully prepared to redouble his efforts. Though he does sigh happily when Steve’s hand strokes over that spot on his thigh, shifting the leg to get more skin contact. It feels good, the simple petting, and he could probably spend most of the rest of the day doing nothing but this.
With another contented sigh he presses a series of soft, happy kisses to Steve’s throat, tiny little things meant more for affection than arousal.]