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( A brow arches with confusion, pouting? He didn’t really know that he was pouting, but apparently he was — the heck with it though. A smile quickly appears on his lips when there’s a soft touch of Bucky’s lips and stubble brushing against the corner of his mouth. )
"Not pouting, and I’m not cute."
"Mhm, sure."
[ That's all Bucky needs to do to dismiss anything Steve has to say, he's much more interested in burying himself in that familiar neck, drown himself in Steve's scent and just be carried away to a completely different place. The brunet's eyes slip shut, luscious red lips pressed against snow white skin, a smile tugging at them. One of James' hands is pressed against Steve's stomach, the other draped around his waist. ]
"If you're not in the mood, I'll gladly blow you instead."









