[ Bucky just rolls his eyes, locks his legs around Steve's waist enough to make the move over easy, this time the other man pinned to the bed. He grins then, boyish and mischevious, leans in to kiss along Steve's neck. ]
You don't have t'be worried. [ Hands low on his stomach. ] S'just me, and I got your back, okay?
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You don't have t'be worried. [ Hands low on his stomach. ] S'just me, and I got your back, okay?