[Bucky’s delighted when Steve leans up for that quick kiss, when Steve tugs him into the motion. It speaks so much to the part of Bucky that doesn’t want to be parted from Steve, that wants them to remain connected as much as possible. The brush of skin to skin is addictive, the warmth he can feel burning under Steve’s skin. He’s like a furnace, and Bucky thinks he would quite willingly allow himself to be burned by Steve’s flame.

He settles his weight one hip, a leg thrown across Steve’s body. And he takes a moment to let his gaze wander from Steve’s face down his chest, his torso, down his pelvis to his erection, down to where their legs tangle together, down to their feet and all the way back up again.]

Look at you. [Softly, and with no small amount of wonder in his voice.] You’re beautiful.

[Cupping one hand to the side of Steve’s face, Bucky leans in for a thoroughly indulgent kiss, one that seeks to explore every corner of Steve’s mouth. His other hand finds Steve’s; as soon as he’s done with the man’s lips he’s dragging that appendage close to kiss and nip at his wrist, working his way slowly up Steve’s forearm.]

I want to taste every inch of you. But if there’s something you like, something you want more of, somewhere you want my mouth, you let me know and that’s what I’ll do. This is all about you, Steve. I want to make you feel good.