Bucky's usually got better self-control, or at least better common sense, too - but even though there's this niggling thought at the back of his mind, that this is probably pretty dumb, every time Steve touches him, it's too addicting to want to give up. It's too appealing to give Steve more.

Especially when Steve pulls off his shirt like that; Bucky grins down at him, eyes a little blown, too, and expression saying he's clearly enjoying the show. "Yeah, pal," he agrees. "You're starting to get the idea."

Because Now Steve's whole back is free, and his whole front is pressed along Bucky's. He slides his hands down the planes of Steve's back, trying to touch every inch of hot skin, trying to pull Steve closer even though that's going to make it hard for anyone to peel off more clothes. "God, I didn't touch you for a week... I can't imagine that for a year, Stevie - "

He has to duck his head back down for a kiss, trying to wrap himself around Steve harder, more, like they're still not touching enough. "You think I can get a hand in your pants like this?" he teases - but in reality, he's already switched to sliding one arm under Steve's, trying to tease his fingertips under the waistband at Steve's hip.