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Squirming a little beneath Steve, Bucky let out a contented hum, nearly a purr. âI know, Stevie, I feel the same way.â As long as heâd known Steve, heâd been the better speaker, it was a bit of a gift, he expressed himself beautifully. Bucky used to be better at it but since his mind had been corrupted he sometimes had trouble finding the right words at the right time. âYouâre everything that matters to me, Steve, the only thing.â Bucky started to pepper kisses along Steveâs jaw and neck, hands rubbing up and down his back. âYouâre so perfect.â
Hearing the small hum coming from Bucky, Steve couldnât help the smile that appeared on this face. Hearing that Bucky felt the same way only made him smile more as his eyes twinkled. Since he had known Bucky, he had been so eloquent with his speaking. Steve was the one that fumbled around with his words. Yet now he loved how Bucky was the one who tried finding the right words at the right time. It made him more precious in Steveâs eyes. âYouâre the only thing that matters to me, Buck.â He let out a moan as Bucky kissed all over his face and neck. âNot to me, to me youâre the perfect one, baby.â
















