[Each touch, every kiss laid to too-warm skin makes Bucky shiver or sigh or clutch Steve a little closer. Steve's treating Bucky gently but not like he's fragile and that? That's something he appreciates so much.

Those words though? They all but light a fire along Bucky's nerves and he doesn't bother trying to silence his groan or the way he just wants to arch against his partner's body, wants to touch and be touched even more.] Steve...

[Hello, libido. You sure just crashed this party. Bucky licks his lips, eyes blinking closed for a moment of searching for strength. Steve's spilling secrets against his skin and it pulls Bucky's own secrets right out of his chest to gather hot and bright right behind his teeth, caught up there until the pressure of them is too much and it bursts from him in vocal form.]

Everything. I think I could want that— [And it's too much he knows, too much too soon but it's as honest and raw a confession as any Bucky has ever made.] At least half of it was teasing you about the stripping earlier, but I was dead serious when I said I wouldn't mind the end result.

[Just. Tossing that out there, seeing how it falls and where to go from there. He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath.]