It skirts the edges of the things that bind Sam, as so many things between them do. Sam can't tell Bucky he's fae, can't break the masquerade. But when he says men he means Man - as in human. Knows Bucky won't understand. Wishes he would.
Instead, Sam takes the hand the touched and pinches his ass, and leads Bucky towards the stairs.
"I've been good. I thought of you a lot, and never once touched myself."
Sam throws a heated look over his shoulder. Lets Bucky sit on that - on Sam having gone without for three months, just so that Bucky could claim it all tonight.
"Do you have rules for me to follow or break tonight?"
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It skirts the edges of the things that bind Sam, as so many things between them do. Sam can't tell Bucky he's fae, can't break the masquerade. But when he says men he means Man - as in human. Knows Bucky won't understand. Wishes he would.
Instead, Sam takes the hand the touched and pinches his ass, and leads Bucky towards the stairs.
"I've been good. I thought of you a lot, and never once touched myself."
Sam throws a heated look over his shoulder. Lets Bucky sit on that - on Sam having gone without for three months, just so that Bucky could claim it all tonight.
"Do you have rules for me to follow or break tonight?"