[ Sam doesn't really care about rusty, honestly. The fact that it's Bucky means a hell of a lot more to him than all the kissing skills in the world, and the way he can tell how much Bucky likes the way that feels - that's worth more than anything. Sam's always been into being able to figure out what his partner likes, always enjoyed being the one to make them feel good, but the feedback from the broodbond is-
It's a thing. It's a rush, and Sam leans into Bucky's touch on his neck, too, encouraging.
There's a trickle of amused affection when Bucky's nose bumps against his, and Sam briefly bumps his nose back, playful, before Bucky tilts his head and they slot completely together. Sunlight sparks in his mind, the clouds that usually obscure it dissipating, and he makes a small, contented noise in the back of his throat. ]
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It's a thing. It's a rush, and Sam leans into Bucky's touch on his neck, too, encouraging.
There's a trickle of amused affection when Bucky's nose bumps against his, and Sam briefly bumps his nose back, playful, before Bucky tilts his head and they slot completely together. Sunlight sparks in his mind, the clouds that usually obscure it dissipating, and he makes a small, contented noise in the back of his throat. ]