[He doesn't protest the movement, settling easily on his side with a sigh as he sinks into the mattress. The hand roaming over him earns another contented noise as he slides his own around Bucky's waist, keeping him pressed close.]
James...
[He smiles at the way Bucky's fingers brush over his skin -- something too soft behind it. Something he should hardly thrill in or enjoy as much as he does. And yet, here he is, pressing in close, tangling limbs together as he presses another kiss to Bucky's lips.]
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James...
[He smiles at the way Bucky's fingers brush over his skin -- something too soft behind it. Something he should hardly thrill in or enjoy as much as he does. And yet, here he is, pressing in close, tangling limbs together as he presses another kiss to Bucky's lips.]
If you're tired, you should rest.