Your boys hate when you came home late for work, and they hate how long your showers took. The water soothed your muscles as you washed your hair, until a sleepy Bucky poked his face in the shower, eyes puffy with sleep. "Baby, come to bed," he whined, words slurred as the curtains bunched around his pretty, scruffy face. "Yeah Sugar, come to bed," Clay whimpered, same sleepy expression. "The sooner you let me finish the sooner I can cuddle." You kiss their puckered lips as they smile contently.
I love pouty Bucky!