[All of this is too much, too close, too fond. The way Bucky nudges against him, stays close... He thought for a moment about slipping out of bed as soon as Bucky had drifted off, gathering his things, leaving. But part of him strangely doesn't want to leave him to wake to an empty bed in the morning.
And selfishly, maybe he doesn't want to leave.
He shifts to get a little more comfortable with Bucky wrapped around him, lifting a hand to comb through the other man's hair in a gesture he shouldn't make. It's too intimate, too soft... but Bucky's asleep, right? It doesn't matter.]
Sometimes I miss your long hair. [He mutters quietly, carefully. He doesn't actually want to wake the other man. It may take him a while to drift off and join Bucky though.]
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And selfishly, maybe he doesn't want to leave.
He shifts to get a little more comfortable with Bucky wrapped around him, lifting a hand to comb through the other man's hair in a gesture he shouldn't make. It's too intimate, too soft... but Bucky's asleep, right? It doesn't matter.]
Sometimes I miss your long hair. [He mutters quietly, carefully. He doesn't actually want to wake the other man. It may take him a while to drift off and join Bucky though.]