Steve's hands are big and warm and sure, Bucky hasn't been missing Steve for as long, but that doesn't mean he hasn't missed him. It still feels good - in fact, despite the fact that it's a simple touch, it feels really good, like it's spreading the best kind of fire over his skin, everywhere Steve touches. His love bites might be sloppy, but that's what makes them endearing - just like his words, because they're sappy as hell, but Bucky knows Steve absolutely means them.

His fingers curl in Steve's hair, pulling him in for a kiss before he answers. "You're the original," he points out. "That means I'm off the hook."

But what Steve says also isn't wrong. "I guess we could fly by the seat of our pants, a little," he agrees - as if they already aren't, doing this in the middle of a forest. Well, it's an abandoned forest, so here is just as good as anywhere else. Bucky's eyes flash, and he smirks as he gets an idea, unwinding his ankle from Steve's so he can get both feet on the ground, tense, and jump literally onto Steve, wrapping his legs around his waist.

Yeah, it's a move he'd have expected from a girl, but here and now, it means it gets their entire fronts - including their hips - touching, and there's that little thrill because he knows Steve can take his weight. Plus, "You like it when I'm higher up, right?" he teases, because this puts his head a couple inches above Steve's, so that Bucky has to nuzzle his nose firmly against Steve's cheek, coaxing him to tip his head back for the next kiss."