It's beyond reckless to be doing this here but Steve can't exactly remind himself of reasons to care. He's been without Bucky for a year. A whole fucking year spent thinking he'd lost someone he loved and would never get back again. Steve tilts his face to catch Bucky's lips on one of those cheek kisses and ravages his mouth with every speck of desperation he has. When Steve pulls back he's panting from lack of oxygen and the starting flames of lust.

"Who says I wasn't practicing?" He is taunting of course. Steve hadn't even thought about it for those long months. Bucky doesn't need to know that, though. "Year's a long time to learn new tricks." He smiles, warm as he trails his lips to the pulse of Bucky's neck and gives it a nip. He's not sure entirely where the drive for that came from but Steve is just following his instincts, now.

Or following something, at any rate. Something that is making it feel better and better the more he touches and kisses Bucky.

"I missed you so bad, Buck," he murmurs against the abused skin as he kisses it over and over as though apologizing. One hand on Bucky's hip moves up, toying with the top of the ugly jumpsuit. At least it was easy to get inside, Steve thinks as he starts to unzip it. He shifts, mouth following exposed skin as it's revealed. It's a lot for Steve to do.

If either were in their right mind it might have even raised a red flag. But at least for Steve, it's easy to justify this with how much he had longed for his love. At least, it was easy to justify for now.