[ Steve is lucky to have him, he knows that every day, especially when Bucky brings him a glass of their favorite wine. He remembers it, the evening they'd spent together finishing up the bottle, and he made love to him over and over again, fucking him right into the mattress and rendering him undone.
His jaw is set, still, despite his lover's best intentions, and he runs his fingers through Bucky's dark hair, letting the strands spill through them, petting him when he settles by his feet like an obedient kitten. ]
A little. It's been an infuriating day. [ He exhales, and takes a sip, setting it to the side, frowning a little. ] You're the only good thing that happened today.
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His jaw is set, still, despite his lover's best intentions, and he runs his fingers through Bucky's dark hair, letting the strands spill through them, petting him when he settles by his feet like an obedient kitten. ]
A little. It's been an infuriating day. [ He exhales, and takes a sip, setting it to the side, frowning a little. ] You're the only good thing that happened today.