[ Steve's smile turns warmer. He can't quite keep the fondness out of his eyes, even when he's trying to pretend, because Bucky is so beautiful to him like this, irresistible in every way that matters and Steve is like a moth to a flame here. He's just lucky that Bucky doesn't want to burn him.

His hands stay where they are, holding Bucky close as he brushes his nose against Bucky's and kisses his cheek, the corner of his mouth and his jaw. The kisses are slow and gentle now as he hums gently. ]

I really do have no idea what I'm doing, Buck.

[ There's a little chuckle right before he presses another kiss to Bucky's lips. ]

But I want to figure it out for you.

[ Because Bucky's worth it. Because Steve would do anything to pull Bucky apart and make him lose himself again and again for as long as Bucky will let him. ]

And I want to take care of you.