[Bucky is quietly embarrassed at Sam considering any part of him breath taking. His smile melts into more of an affectionate mush and the burn in his eyes doubles. His heart swells even as Sam moves judt far enough away to prepare the shaving cream. While eye contact is usually uncomfortable, bordering on distressing, but right now, it feels good and right.
Everything about this feels right. Sam's wet fingers dragging through his beard relax him and when Sam starts scratching, Bucky wants nothing more than to make Sam happy for the rest of their lives. Bucky's never felt that way about anyone before and he's not entirely sure what to do with the sensation.
When the scratching stops, he straightens from where he half-slouched against Sam. Foam should be alright. There's no blades here yet. He can do this for Sam]
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Everything about this feels right. Sam's wet fingers dragging through his beard relax him and when Sam starts scratching, Bucky wants nothing more than to make Sam happy for the rest of their lives. Bucky's never felt that way about anyone before and he's not entirely sure what to do with the sensation.
When the scratching stops, he straightens from where he half-slouched against Sam. Foam should be alright. There's no blades here yet. He can do this for Sam]