Chapter 9
The morning after isn't as awkward as Bucky feared it would be.
Bucky holds his breath when Sam returns from the bathroom, afraid of everything that could go wrong. He doesn't regret anything that happened but it's like realization is finally dawning on him now that he can clearly look at Sam again, sunlight filtering through the blinds.
He looks fucking gorgeous. Smooth, brown skin on display with only a towel around his waist, a happy smile on his face and those beautiful eyes set on Bucky the moment he enters the bedroom.
His smile grows when he sees that Bucky's awake, immediately kneeling over him on the bed and bending down to kiss him. Sam kisses the breath from Bucky's lungs and leaves him light-headed.
He doesn't know what he expected after last night but this certainly wasn't it. Sam kissing him so sweet his toes curl, whispering a soft 'morning' when they break apart.
There's no awkward tension between them as they get ready but they also don't really talk about it. Bucky tries to gather the courage to ask Sam about it during his shower, searching for the right words.
He's still thinking about it when he changes into his pale blue suit. The words are starting to make a bit of sense by the time he styled his hair. He's ready to confront Sam when he steps out of the bathroom but the words immediately get stuck in his throat.
Sam looks stunning is his own suit, the dark blue material standing out against his skin beautifully. He doesn't know if he wants to see Sam in it or rip it off him. Probably both.
Bucky swallows when Sam notices him. His eyes grow dark as they roam over Bucky's body, shamelessly checking him out. They both move towards each other where Bucky places his hands on Sam's slim waist.
''You look really nice.'' he whispers, allowing himself to slide his hands up and down. Nice is an understatement, he looks like a fucking God.
There's something unspoken in Sam's eyes as he looks at Bucky, softly smiling at him. ''You don't look too bad yourself.'' He pushes a lock of hair behind Bucky's ear, his thumb lingering over the shell of his ear.
''It's getting long again.'' he comments, referring to his hair. It's not nearly as long as it once was before he cut it all off into a more modern cut, but it's starting to grow out again. He always preferred his hair a bit longer, it gives him a weird feeling of safety.
Bucky shrugs. ''I like it better this way.''
Sam hums softly. ''Me, too.'' he answers. Again something unspoken flickers through his eyes but Bucky doesn't comment on it, simply smiling at him.
''We should go.'' Bucky takes Sam's hand in his and squeezes once. ''Steve will have a royal fit if we're late.'' Sam laughs and nods, pressing a kiss against Bucky's hand.
''You're right. Besides, we have a whole wedding to get to.''
**
It's a beautiful ceremony.
Steve and Tony exchange heartfelt vows, both tearing up. They can't stop looking at each other as they exchange sweet words and hold hands the entire time. Bucky manages to hand over the rings without any trouble, softly squeezing Steve's shoulder before he steps back.
Bucky tries not to cry but it's a lost case.
The pair shares a passionate kiss, their first time as husbands, as everybody erupts into loud cheers. Afterwards they are the first to leave, smiling and waving on the way out.
Bucky tries to ignore the blush rising to his cheeks when Sam's hands comes to rest on the small of his back, gently guiding him through the crowd. He doesn't remove his hand until they meet Natasha and Clint in the lobby.
Natasha's eyes flicker between the two of them and for a moment Bucky is afraid she'll speak up. A small smile plays on her red lips but she doesn't say anything as she kisses their cheeks in greeting. She looks beautiful; wearing an elegant, black dress with her hair pinned up.
''You look pretty.'' he compliments her when she kisses his cheek, gently thumbing away a streak of lipstick she leaves behind. ''Thank you.'' She smiles. ''But look who's talking.''
He laughs, patting her back in silent thanks. They're not exactly close but he enjoys her company whenever she's around. She's a bit like him, quiet but a total sweetheart.
They make their way to the huge ballroom for the reception. The room feels very rustic with wooden details everywhere, fairy lights strung to the ceiling, flowers on every table and a lot of plants. It makes him think about the wedding in Twilight.
It's beautiful.
Because Steve and Tony neither have any close family anymore they're seated with the whole group. The round table is big enough for all of them anyway. Bucky seated directly next to Steve with Sam next to his right, followed by Peter, Wade, Clint, Natasha, Vision, Wanda and eventually Tony. It's like a small family of their own.
A part of him wonders how this would have been if things hadn't changed between Sam and him. They wouldn't be seated next to each other, hopefully, but they would still be at the same table. He can only imagine the horrors that would have followed.
Luckily things are much different now. Sam reminds him again when his hand wraps around Bucky's thigh underneath the table. He doesn't dare to look at him because he's afraid his face will spill the truth immediately.
It's a wonderful evening. Tony makes the whole room laugh with his speech, obviously basking in the attention a little bit, but he never lets go of Steve's hand. They drink and eat, the whole room buzzing with laughter and chatter.
Bucky feels a bit high on happiness. Aside from the alcohol thrumming inside his veins everything happening around him makes him so incredibly happy he feels like he's going to burst.
Sam keeps laughing as he socializes but his hand remains placed on Bucky's leg, occasionally giving a soft squeeze. Peter and Wade only have eyes for each other, their chairs turned inwards so they can huddle up close. Bucky feels his stomach grow warm when he's lucky enough to see them exchange kisses.
His heart squeezes with affection when he takes everything in.
He never thought he could have this. These people are his family despite not always talking as much or with everything that happened, these are the people who got his back.
''Hey.'' Bucky turns his head towards Sam, his tummy filling with warmth with the way Sam looks at him. ''Still okay?''
It's such a simple gesture, asking if he's alright whenever he gets a bit quiet, but it feels so important to him. The fact that Sam pays attention to him enough to notice such small changes in Bucky's behaviour means an awful lot to him.
He still doesn't know how they ended up here.
''Perfect.'' Bucky answers. The air between them shifts the longer they look at each other so Bucky forces himself to look away before he does something stupid. Like kissing Sam in front of the whole table. That would be awkward.
Steve is already watching him when he turns to him, a smile threatening to take over. Bucky tries to act casual but he can feel the heat rise to his cheeks. He's always been a really bad liar. His best friend simply winks before turning back to his husband, acting as if nothing happened.
Nobody else seems to notice what is going on between them so he allows himself to relax, the tension slowly seeping from his body the longer he focusses on breathing. Sam entwines their fingers beneath the table, offering comfort without being to obvious. His thumb sweeps over Bucky's skin.
Bucky squeezes his hands. Thank you.
A beautiful smile ticks Sam's mouth upwards. You're welcome.
**
They fall inside as soon Sam gets the door open.
Bucky closes the door with a kick without breaking their kiss. His body is buzzing with alcohol and Sam, every nerve tight with anticipation. Their heavy breathing is the only sound noticeable as they stumble to the bedroom, clawing away at their clothes.
Sam rips his suit jacket off his shoulders, carelessly throwing it to the side. Bucky answers by lifting Sam's blouse over his head, too wound up to open the buttons. He wastes no time with getting his hands on Sam, trailing over endless soft skin.
As they go they get rid of their shoes, kicking them to the side for them to deal with in the morning.
They find their way to the bedroom where Bucky guides Sam down to the mattress without breaking their kiss, following him as Sam crawls backwards.
''Why are you still wearing so much clothes?'' Sam grumbles. His eyes flutter open when Bucky pulls back to remove his own blouse, his pupils slowly widening as he looks at Bucky's chest.
''I thought you liked me in my suit.'' Bucky teases. He leans back on Sam's thighs and starts to fumble with his own belt, heat slowly filling his belly with the way Sam's dark eyes follow the movements.
''I like you much more without it.'' he breathes. ''Wait-'' Sam grabs his wrist so Bucky stops. His lover moves his torso to the side without shoving Bucky off to turn on the small lamp on his nightstand. A soft, warm light fills the room and Sam falls back against the mattress, smiling up to Bucky.
''Want to see you.'' Sam breathes, his hands reaching out. His fingers hook inside the waistband of Bucky's pants and pull, quietly asking him to come closer. Bucky goes easily, claiming Sam's mouth for another kiss.
Sam makes quick work of Bucky's belt and he pops the button open, slowly teasing the zipper down. It takes everything in him to keep his hips still as he softly moans against Sam's lips. He's so hard already despite they haven't even really started yet.
He shoves his pants down before busying himself with Sam's, opening the belt before ripping the material down his legs. Sam is straining against his boxers and there's a wet spot from where he's leaking precum.
Arousal coils inside Bucky's belly as he takes his lover in. Sam looks completely fucked out already; the brown in his eyes almost completely swallowed by his pupils, a flush resting high on his cheekbones, his chest heaving as he breathes, the clear outline of his hard cock inside his boxers.
Bucky feels feral with want the longer he looks down at his partner.
''Tell me what you want.'' he murmurs inside Sam's ear, pressing soft kisses down his neck. Sam turns his head to the side to give him more room and he gladly accepts, working the skin between his teeth as he goes.
Sam doesn't answer, only groaning the more Bucky kisses his skin. His hips rut up and he lets out a frustrated whine when they only meet air and no friction. Always happy to please his lover Bucky moves and presses his thigh between Sam's legs. He immediately moans, slowly grinding against Bucky's leg.
It's so filthy Bucky fears he going to come from that alone. Sam humping his leg in search of his own pleasure is animalistic hot.
''Answer me, doll.'' Sam's hips stutter for a moment so Bucky files that away for later. Nicknames. He kisses him again, slowly licking inside his mouth. Sam was the one that made him feel good last night so of course he wants to return the favour.
He believes he's doing a reasonable job so far.
''Want you to fuck me.'' Sam whispers, a quiet confession only meant for Bucky to hear. He groans and nods. ''Yeah,'' Bucky's stomach clenches. ''I want that, too.''
Unlike the night before he takes his time worshipping Sam's body. It's the knowledge they have all the time in the world that forces him to slow down and take everything in. Sam holds his vibranium hand as Bucky removes his boxers and starts working down his body, biting, licking and kissing the skin as he goes.
He listens to every sound Sam makes. Every gasp, every breath, every moan, every whine. Rather quickly he learns what gets Sam going, especially noticeable whenever he grips Bucky's hand tightly and his thighs start to tremble. It surely is a sight for sore eyes.
Bucky wants Sam beneath him for the rest of his life.
''Buck,'' Sam pats his free hand over Bucky's shoulder, asking for his attention. He presses a last kiss against his hipbone before looking at Sam. ''please.''
He quietly shushes him and presses a kiss against the corner of his mouth. ''I'll take care of you.'' Bucky promises.
The room feels stuffy, the air thick with rising tension. Bucky quickly searches for the bottle of lube in his bag, dread filling his stomach when he realises he doesn't have any condoms. Of course he doesn't, he didn't exactly expect this to happen any time soon.
He crawls back onto the bed. ''I don't have any condoms.'' Bucky lets out a (very manly) squeak when Sam grabs him and pulls him close, almost kneeing Sam in the crotch before he catches himself. ''I don't care. Wanna feel you.'' Sam whispers, his hand heading south over Bucky's body.
A weak groan spills from his lips when Sam's hand dips underneath his boxers, warm fingers wrapping around his cock.
''I can't think straight when you touch me like that.'' he protests although he makes no move to stop Sam from moving his hand. The slow drag up and down feels delicious and he has to close his eyes for a moment to not lose it.
Sam huffs out a laugh. ''Nothing about this is straight, Buck.''
He punches him in the shoulder, laughing a bit breathless. ''Shut the fuck up, man.'' Sam rubs his thumb over the head of Bucky's dick and he moans, forcing himself to stay on track.
''I'm serious.'' Bucky pants, secretly a bit relieved when Sam removes his hand. His cock is less pleased but he ignores that in favour of sternly looking at his lover.
''I am, too.'' Suddenly Sam seems a bit nervous a few layers down, as if he's talking about something shameful. ''I'm clean. Brian and I, we never- y'know.''
Bucky blinks owlishly as his brain stutters to a halt because-
What.
Sam starts rambling, the nerves obviously taking over. ''I'm not a virgin or anything! I had sex when I was younger. Just- with Brian, I don't know. I always held back with him because it didn't feel right.'' A painful expression falls over his face. ''Maybe that's why he went looking for that part with somebody else. I mean, I deprived him from sex-''
''Hey.'' Bucky cradles Sam's head between his hands, tilting his head until his dark eyes find Bucky's light ones. ''Don't talk about what he did to you as if it was your fault.''
Sam visibly swallows. He doesn't look crushed per se, only a bit crestfallen. He's not angry at Sam for speaking about his insecurities, he's angry at Brian for making Sam feel like he is the one at fault. It makes his blood boil just by thinking about it.
He softly smooths a thumb over Sam's cheek, happy to see his eyes soften a bit as the nerves subside. ''Brian is at fault here, baby. You were a couple and he chose to cheat on you. That's not right, no matter the circumstances.'' Bucky leans forward to press a kiss against Sam's nose.
''You didn't owe him anything.'' he continues and takes one of Sam's hand inside his. Bucky presses them against his chest. ''But the same goes for me. You don't owe me anything simply because we kissed and got off together last night, okay?''
To think that Sam feels obligated to have sex with him because he feels like that's the way it should be makes Bucky feel sick. Luckily Sam is quickly to protest, sitting up with Bucky seated in his lap.
''But I want to have sex with you.'' Sam says, pressing his palm against Bucky's chest. ''I really, truly, honestly do. There's nothing more I want than you.''
The words almost make Bucky tear up. They're so honest and raw, clawing their way inside Bucky's chest to squeeze his heart.
Sam kisses the skin between Bucky's pecs before looking up to him again. ''I just don't want you to be disappointed because I haven't done this in a while.'' A shy smile betrays the last nerves lingering.
''Sweetheart.'' Bucky supresses a grin when he feels Sam's dick stir beneath his ass, suddenly showing interest again. Sam is not as hard as he was but neither is he, his cock flagged a bit during their conversation. But he doesn't mind, Sam's feelings are so much more important than getting off. ''I promise you, there is nothing you could do that'll turn me off.''
He gently presses his hips down and Sam gasps. Bucky takes the opportunity to pull him in for a searing kiss, gently moving his hips at the same time. He can feel Sam's cock fill with blood again and it doesn't take long before he's rock hard again.
Bucky pats the bed until his fingers brush the bottle of lube and he breaks their kiss. ''Lay down for me.'' he whispers, popping the cap open. ''M'gonna get you ready, yeah?''
Sam agrees quietly as he lays back on the bed, spreading his legs to grant Bucky more room. His cock is nestled in the crook of his hip, the tip wet with precum. He looks like every wet dream Bucky ever had.
''Hips up, baby.'' Sam easily complies so Bucky can put a pillow beneath him, making sure he's comfortable. It starts to dawn on him that he's going to have sex with Sam, the man he yearns for with everything he has.
The man who hasn't had sex in a long time. The man who deems Bucky good enough to have sex with. The man who looks at him with nothing but trust in his eyes.
Bucky takes a deep breath before taking the bottle of lube. Before he can squirt some on his fingers Sam says his name, making him look up in question.
''Can you ..'' Sam doesn't finish his question, blushing like mad when he holds his left hand up. At first Bucky doesn't understand until Sam's eyes flicker down to his left arm and-
Oh.
Oh.
A grin takes over his face, enjoying the way Sam squirms beneath him. He hasn't even touched him yet but Sam gets all riled up nevertheless. ''That gets you doing, then?'' he asks, brushing his vibranium fingers over Sam's thigh where a few hickeys linger.
The tremble underneath Bucky's hand is enough confirmation.
Bucky squirts some lube on his vibranium fingers, rubbing them together to make sure it's not too cold. He settles on his tummy between Sam's legs and gets himself comfortable. He whispers a warning to Sam before gently probing against his hole.
It's very clear that Sam hasn't done this in a long time. His body can't seem to choose between chasing pleasure and nerves, his whole form shivering with it.
''You got to relax for me, baby.'' Bucky reminds him, pressing a soft kiss against Sam's knee. He gently traces Sam's rim without pressing in because he doesn't want to risk hurting him. ''Take a few deep breaths, try to relax a bit more with every outtake of air.'' Bucky advises.
He watches Sam take a few deep breaths, clearly focussing on getting his breathing under control and letting go of the tension controlling his body. Bucky sees the result in the way Sam's body sags a little more every time he breathes out, how his body slowly turns to jelly.
''Good boy.'' Bucky praises, smirking when Sam's cock dribbles precum that slowly pools on Sam's hip. Praise. He files that away, too. Good to know.
Suddenly it's much more easy. He gently presses his index finger inside, giving Sam some time to get used to it. After a beat he starts moving, slowly dragging his finger in and out.
Sam starts moaning softly. ''Give me another one.'' he gasps, a happy noise leaving his chest when Bucky gives him what he wants. He starts scissoring his fingers, slowly opening Sam.
His eyes don't know where to look because everything about Sam is so fucking sexy. The way his head is thrown back against the pillow, his throat bobbing every time he moans huskily, his cock steadily leaking, the heels of his feet digging in Bucky's back, his belly quivering as he breathes.
''I'm going to make you come so you're relaxed enough to take me more easily, okay?'' Bucky asks, carefully crooking his fingers. The effect is immediate as his fingertips brush over Sam's prostate. Sam cries out as Bucky keeps repeating the motion, steadily pressing against the small bundle of nerves.
It only takes Bucky turning his hand and pressing the pad of his thumb against the skin between Sam's dick and hole for Sam to come. He's not exactly quiet about it but Bucky doesn't mind, a surge of heat shooting through his body at the way Sam loses it.
With the soft light illuminating the room it's much easier to see Sam fall apart and he does so beautifully. Bucky wants the image tattooed inside his eyelids so he can look at it forever.
He carefully retrieves his fingers, making sure he doesn't hurt Sam. The other man doesn't even notice, still busy catching his breath. Bucky crawls upwards, smiling down at Sam when he finally opens his eyes again. He looks a bit woozy, making Bucky laughs softly with affection.
''Good?'' he asks, gladly accepting the kiss Sam gifts him.
Sam's voice is hoarse when he speaks. ''So good.'' The gap between his teeth is visible when he grins again, looking so dopey and happy that Bucky feels his own cock stir. Fuck, he's so gone on this man, it's ridiculous.
''Still feeling up for another round?'' Bucky asks, also removing his own boxers. He wants to fuck Sam more than anything but he'll take anything at this point. Even a single hand on him will do the job with how turned on he is.
His partner hums in agreement and shifts his hands down to Bucky's hips, pulling him down until their hips are flush and-
That's Sam's cock, still hard and wet from his previous orgasm pressing against his own.
He's going to die.
''Very up for it.'' Sam grins, opening his mouth easily when Bucky groans and kisses him filthily.
Bucky fumbles with the lube a bit as he pours another glob on his hand before spreading it over his cock. He can't help but moan now he finally gets some relief even if it's brief. He's hard as a rock and the skin feels hot in his hand, making him all the more impatient now he got a taste of what's waiting for him.
''How do you want it?'' he asks.
''Like this,'' Sam's eyes soften as he looks at Bucky. ''I wanna look at you.''
He makes himself comfortable on his back, rearranging the pillow beneath his lower back and hips. Bucky has absolutely no complaints as he settles above Sam and takes his cock in his human hand, guiding it to Sam's hole.
''Tell me if it's too much or if you want to stop, okay?'' Bucky waits until Sam nods. Sam looks like the last thing on his mind is putting an end to this, proving that even more when he moving his hips down. His rim catches on the head of Bucky's cock, making them both moan at the feeling.
Despite feeling like he can burst any second Bucky takes it slow when he pushes inside Sam. He stops moving when the head slips in, allowing Sam to get used to the feeling.
Sam seems to stop breathing for a moment as he takes everything in before releasing a breath. ''I'm okay. You can move.''
Bucky does as asked, so focused on pleasing Sam that it feels like the whole world narrows down to just them. There's nothing else beside them inside this hotel room; only their bodies becoming one.
He slowly pushes in, restraining himself from slamming inside in one go. The last thing he wants to do is hurt Sam. His body is trembling when he bottoms out, Sam's hole fluttering around his cock. It's too much and not enough at the same time.
''Sam-'' he whines as he lets his head fall forward, his forehead resting against Sam's pecs. Every nerve inside him is strung like a rubber band waiting to snap. It's been a while for him, too. A while since he had sex but also a while since he had sex with someone he adores as much as Sam.
Sex gets a whole different meaning when feelings are involved.
''You can move.'' Sam repeats before he starts begging. ''Please move. Buck, I- please.''
He complies within a heartbeat, Sam begging impossible for him to ignore. At first he starts shallow thrusts to make sure Sam is loose enough, slowly grinding his hips against Sam's.
After a while Sam's moans grow more needy and his body becomes noticeable less tight. Bucky sets a nice pace, fucking into Sam as he chases his orgasm. His hole feels incredibly tight and hot around him, occasionally overwhelming him when Sam clenches down.
Sam lifts a hand and tangles his fingers in Bucky's hair, pulling him down for a kiss. He goes easily without stopping the movements of his hips, moaning loudly inside Sam's mouth as he tugs a little too harshly on his hair.
Maybe that's another reason he likes his hair a bit longer. Long enough for his partner to pull during sex.
He shifts his hips and can't help but smirk when Sam's mouth falls open in a silent scream. ''There we go.'' he whispers, making sure to nail Sam's prostate every time he pushes back inside. ''You feel so good, sweetheart.''
Another moan tears from Sam's mouth, a bit louder this time. He clings to Bucky, fingers digging into his shoulder and back. Sam starts pushing his hips down, meeting Bucky's thrusts as if he's chasing the feeling.
The familiar heat starts bubbling inside Bucky's tummy, signalling he's getting close. He's surprised he even lasted this long because Sam almost makes it impossible to keep it together. Every sound that he makes are going straight to Bucky's cock.
''Gonna come. Fuck, Sam, I'm gonna-'' Bucky clenches his eyes shut and buries his face in Sam's neck, desperately trying to hold it together.
Sam clenches down, hard, and pulls his hair again.
''Inside me, want you to.''
Bucky comes so hard it almost hurts and the only thing he can do is moan against Sam's skin. His cock keeps pulsing inside Sam, filling him up with his seed. Sam pulls him close before wrapping his legs around his waist as if he wants to keep Bucky exactly where he is.
It feels like hours before he stops coming. His whole body is spend as he sags against Sam, vaguely noticing lips pressing against his temple.
''Fuck.'' he groans, laughing tiredly when he feels Sam's chest rumble with laughter. ''You killed me, Wilson.''
''Finally. Took forever.'' Sam answers sarcastically. He's giggling though, a happy sound bubbling up from deep inside his chest.
''I knew that was your plan all along.'' Bucky lifts himself, his arms trembling under the weight.
Sam hums softly when he looks at Bucky, brushing the hair from his forehead that's sticky with sweat. He can't resist to kiss him again, more slowly this time but with just as much feeling.
He lets his human hand wander south, carefully wrapping around Sam's cock. ''Sorry, baby.'' Bucky apologizes, setting a nice pace to get the edge off. ''Want my mouth?''
A whine is answer enough for Bucky, pressing another kiss to Sam's lips before moving. He slowly pulls his softening cock out, quietly apologizing when Sam hisses in discomfort. His dick doesn't seem to mind, still standing up with arousal.
Bucky swallows him down in one go, pinning Sam's hips down when he almost jerks off the bed. He curses loudly in the silence of the room and one hand comes to rest in Bucky's hair.
He's too far gone to last long, Bucky can tell by the way he's steadily leaking precum on his tongue. He focusses on hollowing his cheeks when he goes up and running his tongue over the head every time he goes back down.
The head of his dick hits the back of Bucky's throat but he doesn't mind. At times like these he's secretly really glad he has no gag reflex. It's as much a curse as a blessing. Sam probably thinks it’s a blessing with the way he keeps moaning.
Sam warns him he's close but he already noticed with the way his tummy grew taunt beneath his hands. He doesn't pull off as he sucks him down again, even pressing his vibranium pinkie inside Sam's loose hole.
He comes inside Bucky's mouth with a cut-off moan, his cock twitching as it empties down his throat. Bucky takes it without any complaints, swallowing around him as Sam falls apart beneath his hands.
After he while he gets too sensitive, softly patting Bucky's head to stop him. He pulls off and presses a last kiss against his dick, smiling when it twitches faintly in answer. Sam came twice already, three times seems to be one time too much.
They share lazy kisses as Sam catches his breath, small tremors running through his body once in a while. It gives Bucky a strange feeling of satisfaction to know he is the one who did that to Sam.
Eventually Bucky gets out of bed to get a wet cloth from the bathroom, quickly returning to his lover.
He takes a minute to take Sam in as he lays there and starts to doze off, their activities starting to catch up with him.
So many things rush through his heads that he can't pick one.
Bucky makes his way back to the bed where he crawls to Sam, carefully wiping him down with the warm cloth. Sam grumbles a bit in disagreement but lets it happen, a soft moan escapes his throat when Bucky runs the cloth over his spend cock.
He laughs and throws the cloth on the ground, not bothering to look where it lands. They can deal with that in the morning.
''You're insatiable.'' he teases, pressing a kiss against Sam's belly before wrapping him inside his arms. They find their way underneath the blanket, Bucky spooning Sam and pulling him close.
''This is all your fault.'' Sam grumbles. ''Stupid, sinful body of yours.''
Bucky huffs out a laugh, kissing the back of Sam's neck. ''Sorry.'' he says, sounding anything but.
They cuddle close with no room left between their bodies. Sam is warm and pliant in his arms. ''No worries.'' Sam mumbles, his words heavy with sleep. ''I'll get back to you in the morning.''
He laughs again, squeezing Sam close to his chest.
''Can't wait, doll.''
**
Morning comes and Sam lives up to his promise.
Twice.