Steve moans at the roll. Usually at this point he'd be starting to get self-conscious or be looking to pump the brakes but right now Steve can't get enough. His own hips push in and roll back drawing another moan out of him. It's good. It's too good, honestly. But neither of them are in a position to realize that. Instead, Steve just grins at Bucky and leans away just a little.

"Too dressed, huh?"

He grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it up and off. Pushing their chests together now has skin on skin and it's even more addicting than before. Steve bites and licks his way back into Bucky's mouth, his hips doing all the work of pinning Bucky against the tree.

"That better?" His voice is low and just for Bucky. One of his hands find the zipper and jingles it teasingly. "Or did I misunderstand the dress code?"