Sam feels like he can't move. Can only sit there, ass gaping, cum and slick ruining the arm chair. Can't even muster up the energy to put up token resistance when Bucky puts him in that ridiculous hoodie.

"What, you worried about some more competition?" he grouses instead, but sinks into the hoodie. It's soft, and Sam likes that right now. His eyes are half lidded. He looks like he might be drifting off. Reaches up to rub lightly at his shoulder, though. Feels the sting of bite marks and can't even pretend to be bothered by that right now.

"Are you ever gonna leave me alone?"