kissing prompts || accepting || @wynteredâ
[ CHEEK ] : your muse kisses my muse on the cheek.
   theyâve been sparring for the better part of half an hour, now. one-upping each other, escalating it, laughing easily through each hit. itâs been a while since theyâve had some down time together, and itâs great to indulge a little. as it stands, Steve is forcing Bucky backwards with a series of sharp blows, Bucky parrying as he takes small steps back-- until he ducks and sweeps Steveâs leg out.
   he hits the deck but drags Bucky down with him, grappling with the other man before grunting through a soft chuckle as he receives a metal elbow to the jaw. he shifts quickly, hooks a leg around Buckyâs to pin them there, forces his metal arm across his chest to pin it there with his body weight. he laughs when Bucky swears, goes to bring his right arm up to aim a hit at him, and he ducks down lower to make that more difficult-- face to face, an easy grin on his lips as he meets Buckyâs eyes. Â
  â you give in? â he questions, brow lifting pointedly, before Bucky flashes him a look he canât quite read and slowly lifts his head to bring his lips to his cheek. the kiss is soft, stubble prickling against his own smooth skin, and it lingers. sets his skin on fire. he blinks as Bucky leans back, eyes briefly darting down to the lips that have very much distracted him in a way he wouldnât have expected--Â
   and then Bucky flips them, taking advantage of Steveâs confusion to roll them and pin Steve down into the mat. Steve lets a whoosh of air out he didnât realize he was holding, trying hard not to let the flush creep any further up his neck as he blinks up at his grinning opponent. â ... illegal move. youâre disqualified. â














