Bucky's a little more rational that Steve, at the moment - not only did he just get exactly what he wanted (aka, lots of touching), but he's got a little less sap in his system, even if he ended up smearing a little more onto his hand, with all that digging and grabbing at the tree. Now, though, he glances up at Steve, and his eyes are dark and eager, but his face is also serious. His eyes flick down to the very obvious tent in Steve's shorts before he reaches out, pressing the heel of one hand against him, aiming for a little friction and a little relief while he pauses to ask Steve a serious question.

"Stevie, if you don't want me to do this for you, then say so," he says, gently - but firmly. Steve's not the kinda guy who doesn't say what he means. But Bucky suddenly wants to make absolutely sure, because there's the way Steve is looking at him right now... and then there's what he's saying.

Unless - Bucky cocks his head, one brow rising. "You ain't just protesting 'cause that's what they did in those videos, are you?" He knows some people get off on being told to stop, when they're actually being egged on. But Bucky ain't one of 'em. He doesn't think Steve is, either. "Just tell me what you want, buddy. I don't care if it ain't the same thing."