[It's easy to melt into the kisses. The way their lips meet and mingle, the way Bucky seems to always be just as eager for the contact. He lets out a soft groan that's swallowed between them as he gives a slow, steady roll of his hips.
Fingers idly find the dog tags still around Bucky's neck, idly toy with the chain before moving to the tags to trace the edges carefully. It's almost unreal for a moment, to be sitting in Bucky's home, just enjoying the company and contact without any pressing worries.
It's amazing enough that he would be allowed so close, let alone so eagerly, if he lets himself think about it too deeply. Between kisses, there's a quiet beautiful murmured against his lips in Sokovian.]
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Fingers idly find the dog tags still around Bucky's neck, idly toy with the chain before moving to the tags to trace the edges carefully. It's almost unreal for a moment, to be sitting in Bucky's home, just enjoying the company and contact without any pressing worries.
It's amazing enough that he would be allowed so close, let alone so eagerly, if he lets himself think about it too deeply. Between kisses, there's a quiet beautiful murmured against his lips in Sokovian.]