Sam took a moment to actually process the response, the laugh that carried the words, and a smirk rose to his lips, but he didn’t say anything more–didn’t have the patience, as he adjusted on the bed, adjusted beneath the other male as he let his fingers run over warmed skin as the mouth on his neck tabled any further conversation.
He knew Bucky had quickly learned the weak spots on his body, there were a few, but this one was the one that pulled the shaky groan from his parted lips, his eyes closing, he hated and loved just how Bucky knew how to work his skin, how to find the sensitive areas and focus on them, leaving him a panting mess and unbelievably hard. Sam’s fingers moved down over James’ ribs, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of his underwear, tips of his fingers teasing the skin at the curve of his hip, down to the stretch of elastic beneath his navel.
Hooded brown eyes look over Bucky’s face before it disappears back beneath his jaw, shuddering at the press of the other’s hips, making his breathing hitch as all but tips his chin more before lips travel over it to find his needy mouth, groan from the kiss turned into a moan as fingers encircled his length beneath the fabric of his own underwear, his hips rising just slightly as if to press more into his hand before his own sinks further beneath the waistband, palm running the length of his member before fingers took him at the base, offering a slow stroke, there were too many layers.
Sam’s tongue presses between Bucky’s lips, deepening the kiss even further his hand dropping to the waistband of his own underwear, freeing them from his hips with a little effort, hips rising in Bucky’s hand, but manages to remove the article completely, kicking it off and back onto the floor as he lifted his hand back to the blue eyed male, moving over from his front, to his back, fingers tracing the curve before slipping beneath the waistband at the base of his tailbone, tugging the fabric eagerly as his other hand stroked his length, thumb teasing the tip.
it’s easy to commit the spots that get those wonderful sounds out of his co-worker. bucky had tested what had worked and what didn’t the previous night well enough and now that he knew, it’s as if he’s deliberately going for sam’s neck, simply because he knows where to kiss and nip and bite to have sam groaning and moaning all pretty like that. he knows he’s done his job as hand wraps around the other’s length hard already and eager for attention bucky’s entirely too pleased to provide.
the touch along his ribs has him shudder, until sam’s own hand moves low enough, teasing as much as he can, while hips press into the brunet’s hold and he’s eager to provide -- moving his hand in lazy strokes, dragging it out as much as he can, relishing in the sounds he gets to pull out of the other as he does so. not that it lasts long enough, because then sam’s hand slips underneath his own underwear, taking him at the base and its enough to get him to groan into the kiss as hips move forward automatically as if in search for more. more, more --
he’s moaning into the kiss now as it deepens, eyes closing, briefly registering sam’s attempt to remove his underwear, before it gets kicked off, hands snaking down to tug at his own and the brunet is all too eager to remove it -- moving his free hand down so he can tug the offending fabric low enough for his cock to spring free, sam’s hand encircled around him. he has to part the kiss for air at that rate, shifting a notch to pull the underwear low enough to be able to kick it off eventually, pressing his forehead against sam’s, breath coming in fast as hips jerk forward, clearly eager for more, his own hand stroking in turn with sam’s, trying to get the same reaction in return.
