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They were starting to test the limits of the pillows they'd stuffed behind the bedframe. His eyes to the ceiling, Bucky raised the back of his right hand to wipe sweat from his forehead.
Sam paused, his grip on Bucky's waist loosening. "You okay?"
"'m fine," he replied, looking back down. Despite an eighty year abstinence, this kind of thing still came easily as breathing. "I could do this all night."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Is that an order, sergeant?"
Bucky smirked. He reached his hand forward, running his fingers along Sam's jaw. "Since when do you listen to me?"