[ Steve hadn't realized how simple things could feel so good. Bucky's fingers in his hair, Bucky's skin under his lips. It's all so simple, but it's part of a whole that Steve's letting himself drown in. Being here with Bucky is like a dream he'd never really expected to come true.

That little noise he gets out of Bucky, though, goes straight to his heart and he hums in reply as he shifts against Bucky again, feeling the heat of Bucky's skin and the motions of his breath rise and fall. He could probably get lost in just this--no sex, just the intimacy of the moment. ]

Still figuring it out.

[ Because he can be honest with Bucky that he's really working with theoretical knowledge here and while he's not naive, his experience is pretty limited to say the least. ]

I have some ideas of what I'd like to try, though.

[ He shifts down just a little to kiss Bucky's chest, hoping it's not too obvious that he's blushing. ]

I want to put my mouth on you. If that's something you'd want.

[ The wording feels so clunky and he almost laughs at himself, but everything seems so clinical or so vulgar and neither feels right for what's happening between him and Bucky right now. Maybe another time he'll try more vulgar words, but right now, he likes the slow, sweet air that's developed around them and he doesn't want to break that. ]