[ There's been more times than Sam can count that he's glad for their symbiote connection, especially with Bucky, and right now's no exception. It's just a feedback loop of happiness, a never ending circle of Bucky enjoying the thrill he gets and Sam enjoying Bucky being happy and goddamn if they're not careful this could get a little addicting.
More than Sam's desire for physical contact with someone he loves usually is, anyway, which admittedly is still pretty strong.
He hums in satisfaction across the mental link, fingers scratching soothingly through Bucky's hair at those nerves, just a quiet acknowledgement that Sam's got no complaints here. When he gets consent from Bucky, he slides his hand down, nice and slow, a natural extension from in his hair down behind his ear to run his thumb down along his jaw as he kisses him.
He's never really said it before, mostly because he was more focused on showing it, but he kind of figures he should actually put it to words at least once. ]
(I'm never gonna hurt you, Bucky. Not unless I'm doing what I promised I would.) [ But that's a different kind of hurt, this is - Sam might know the words, locked away somewhere no one else can get them, but he wouldn't ever use them, won't ever use pain or fear to try to control him. ]
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More than Sam's desire for physical contact with someone he loves usually is, anyway, which admittedly is still pretty strong.
He hums in satisfaction across the mental link, fingers scratching soothingly through Bucky's hair at those nerves, just a quiet acknowledgement that Sam's got no complaints here. When he gets consent from Bucky, he slides his hand down, nice and slow, a natural extension from in his hair down behind his ear to run his thumb down along his jaw as he kisses him.
He's never really said it before, mostly because he was more focused on showing it, but he kind of figures he should actually put it to words at least once. ]
( I'm never gonna hurt you, Bucky. Not unless I'm doing what I promised I would. ) [ But that's a different kind of hurt, this is - Sam might know the words, locked away somewhere no one else can get them, but he wouldn't ever use them, won't ever use pain or fear to try to control him. ]