[ There's a small, contented thrill, a spike of pleasure, as Bucky closes the distance between them. Sam tips his head to kiss him back, dropping the mirror onto the cot beside him so he can push his hand into Bucky's hair. He's never gonna get tired of this, feeling the things Bucky likes and what he enjoys, shifting up the angle of the kiss to make it a little deeper- ]
(Hope you know how much I'm looking forward to learning.)
[ He doesn't want to break away from the kiss enough to ask, but his desire to touch, to trail fingers down the shape of Bucky's jawline is obvious enough, and there's a silent impression of can I? ]
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( Hope you know how much I'm looking forward to learning. )
[ He doesn't want to break away from the kiss enough to ask, but his desire to touch, to trail fingers down the shape of Bucky's jawline is obvious enough, and there's a silent impression of can I? ]