Steve's mouth opens and closes a few times as Bucky pushes him back. He'd assumed that the other man would get him off as he always had. Maybe some touching and some grinding. It was tried and true. But now Steve was being pushed into his back and Bucky was talking about showing him some new moves. Steve's mouth is too dry to speak, eyes wide and dark as he props himself up on his elbows go watch his belt and jeans get opened up like a present. He's hard. Painfully hard after all he just did. The fabric there tents with a damp spot at the top. Steve swallows hard on the absolutely nothing he has to clear away.

He bites into his lip for a second, unsure but too turned on to raise a fuss.

"You don't have to..." It seems like the right thing to say. Bucky had experienced these before so it was somehow easier for Steve to rationalize giving one to him. But Bucky sucking him off? It was almost odd. Hot, but... topsy turvy. Just like a lot was when it came to the two of them. Steve's hands fist into the dirt and his lower stomach muscles jump in anticipation. Despite his words he's making no move to get away.

He's barely breathing, watching Bucky the way one might be eyeing a waiter walking over with a plate of food. He's eager and hesitant, both. But the sap is soothing away his shame and nerves enough to not pump the brakes.

"You...you can. But you don't haveta."