“Mmh… God, right there…” Bucky murmured, groaning softly into your neck for probably the millionth time already, simply because you hit right on that sweet spot.

If someone were to have their ear against the wall into this room, they probably would’ve thought that something incredibly explicit was happening at this moment. But instead, it was just you laid across the couch, with a very heavy and very relaxed super soldier sprawled out on top of you, shirtless and soaking up the feel of your nails dragging across his back.

His skin was completely red at this point, but god did it feel good. He’d been so tense for ages, and he could only reach so far behind himself and not even get the spots he needed to get to. He was almost close to detaching his metal arm and using it as a back scratcher.

So, of course, the next best course of action was to practically pin you down on the couch with his weight and have you do the work for him. It was a double win for him; you could get those spots for him that he couldn’t reach, and he could also take some time to just soak up your presence and your touch for a while.

It really wasn’t so bad for you either, though. It was a little unnerving at first to see his skin covered in those deep red marks, but with how content he was, you could tell that Bucky was clearly having the time of his life and not in any pain. It had been a good while since you’d seen Bucky so relaxed, and all the pleasured noises he let out were certainly not unwelcome.

“I could be here for ages…” He groaned out again, burying his face a little further into your neck as he left a few kisses across your skin - his own way of saying ‘thanks’.