[ James is happy to be lulled into deeper sleep, curling into his swaddle and enjoying Bucky's soft cooing, safe and sleepy from the day's stresses. He yawns and settles down, while Steve watches their baby for a moment, distracted from Bucky before his mate captures his attention in a heartbeat, with lazy kisses, tongue sliding against his own to tease and play.
He has Steve's full attention, and he kisses him back with a soft groan, smiling back at him and leaning up to run his fingers through Bucky's hair, appreciating the fact that despite Bucky's sharp teeth, he's never hurt him with it before.
He reaches down Bucky's naked form, sliding his hand possessively over his chest, his stomach, to the way his cock hangs between those powerful legs. He strokes him briefly once, twice, sighing softly at how much he's missed this, how deprived he had been of his Bucky's affections, his favor and his touch. ]
Mmm, so have I. I was going mad not being able to touch you. Or to hold you.
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He has Steve's full attention, and he kisses him back with a soft groan, smiling back at him and leaning up to run his fingers through Bucky's hair, appreciating the fact that despite Bucky's sharp teeth, he's never hurt him with it before.
He reaches down Bucky's naked form, sliding his hand possessively over his chest, his stomach, to the way his cock hangs between those powerful legs. He strokes him briefly once, twice, sighing softly at how much he's missed this, how deprived he had been of his Bucky's affections, his favor and his touch. ]
Mmm, so have I. I was going mad not being able to touch you. Or to hold you.