Bucky whines under his breath, barely audible but there as Steve's lips move over his skin. He's not sure about anything, this least of all. It's a bad idea. It's going to destroy him, but he's so sick of having so many walls up all the time. He wants to let Steve in and build them back up around the two of them until no one can touch them again.

There's only one thing he's sure of: He loves Steve Rogers more than he's ever loved anyone, even himself.

"I'm pretty cute all the time." His breath is shaky, fingers clenching at Steve's shirt. He can feel Steve trembling, but he's shaking, too. There's so much feeling behind this that it's overwhelming. Being with Steve feels like coming home, even just being in a room with him. This is so far beyond that feeling, safe and frightening all at once.

He tips Steve's chin up with a finger and tips his head down to press another kiss to Steve's lips. "I'm not going anywhere if I can help it."