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( slipping from his seat, the soldier stepped forward, withdrawing his hand from matt's grasp to pull matt into his arms instead. )

I want you here. So I'll hold you to it. You bring so much into my life I didn't have, and. Maybe it's for good reason others haven't been able too. It takes so much to even get half of what I feel some days, and I can't imagine you have it any easier, all the stuff you gotta juggle between court and. And the other stuff.

But I'm not afraid. And I'm not gonna change my mind about you just cause you've got a dick. Yeah, you're a guy, and I never expected I'd end up with one, ever, but I didn't expect a blind guy to understand me better than practically all the sighted people I know. And not only that, but to put up with all my bullshit and. And still care.

I'm sorry I'm not as experienced. Or as. Skilled. I. I know there's probably better out there than me too, for sex. Those things really aren't as important to me though. Fun, sure, and it's a hell of a time, but. But your heart is what I care the most about. Not your penis. Your penis can't change that anyway. So.

[He was struggling not to smile, because the way Bucky was putting things was so perfectly 'Bucky' that it just hit all the right places. The moment he said 'penis', Matt lost that fight, and he just started chuckling.

His arms were around Bucky at the same time the man had pulled him in, so he squeezed him as he shook his head.]

My penis is informing me that it's offended that it's considered a second class citizen in this relationship. But I know what you mean, Bucky. I'm... I get it. I know it's not about the sex- not for me anyway. But I try not to presume to know what's important to you. Or what isn't. And yet...

[He sighed, tipping his head a bit so that he could nudge against Bucky's cheek.]

I wind up doing just that.

( the nudge only made him press in further, wishing he could take away all these fears. matt had enough to deal with already. )

What can I do to help? Tell me. I don't want you suffering these things alone, feeling like I'd disappear like that.

Those are my demons I need to battle.

[He knew what they were in regards to. His father dying. Stick leaving. Elektra. But he still kept trying to find that connection, and when he did, some part of him was just waiting for that shoe to drop.]

Just point out when I'm being a dumbass so I can apologize and move past it?

If this is supposed to be one of those moments, then I couldn't. It wouldn't be considerate of what you've endured, why it's difficult to think past at all, and I don't want to make it okay for you to feel bad about reasonable fears coming from your past experiences. It'd be hypocritical, considering my own past, anyway.

I love you. I want that to be enough, right now. Can it be?

Yeah, it can.

[His hands slid up along Bucky's back, then down to that small dip at the base of it, a soft sigh leaving him as he moved to tuck his head against his shoulder.]

I did miss you. Like fucking hell. And worried. So I'm going to want to make sure you're all in one piece. I can do you the courtesy of returning the favor, but I'm pretty sure I still have a bruise on my thigh from a few days ago.

( his breath shuddered alongside the shiver brought by the run of matt's hands. a quiet hum settled into the back of his throat as he leaned in closer to rest his head gently against matt's. )

It's okay, darling. I. I understand. I'm all here. I'm not going anywhere. There's time.

[It was the way he leaned into him, the fact he accepted that he was being an overprotective, needy jackass, and hadn't gotten up and left. Matt felt something that had been clenched tight around his heart loosen up a bit, and he let out a sigh of relief.]

Yeah... there is. Are you staying the night?

I'd planned to. If that's alright.

( his right hand found matt's hair, carded gently through in careful appreciation. )

I know you've said before, but it's, ah, polite not to assume. Force of habit, maybe. Trying to be polite. Obviously, I'm not always polite.

I don't mind so much when you aren't. Usually means you're caught up in it all to remember manners.

[Not a bad thing, either. He liked making Bucky forget himself. Liked when politeness and civility between them was left at the door. It made it feel more real.]

And yes, of course it's all right.

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