There is almost no coaxing needed. Steve's skin is on fire where they're touching. He is almost shivering with all the contact and the anticipation is is giving him. He has Bucky's strong legs around his waist and his hands able to go wherever they want. Not only that but Bucky is right: Steve does like when Bucky's higher up than him. Usually it's a nostalgic thing but right now it releases almost a growl out of Steve as he uses the tree to support Bucky's weight and attacks his mouth.

Their hips are flush in this position and Steve pushes in even closer, suddenly more desperate than he had been a second before. He moans as he tilts up and reaches for Bucky's lips. It almost feels like what it might have, years ago. Him so small and Bucky a head over him. Yeah. Steve likes it. He likes it a whole fucking lot. When he pulls back to breathe, he presses kisses over whatever he can reach. His head tilts down and he's not entirely sure what to do with a nipple but he gives it a small nip and a kiss all the same. Testing the water before tilting his head back and looking at his love.

"Yeah...yeah. I think it's alright." He tilts his hips forward and in to show Bucky how much that was minimizing it. He feels like he's running a fever, right now. His skin is oversensitive and he's burning up with a deep, internal need. Steve bends forward to just press his cheek against the bare flesh. His hands grip at Bucky's waist and scratch against it.

"God. You drive me crazy, sometimes. Know that, Buck?"