The darkness only heightened the sensation of Steve's slow downward path of touches and kisses, building the anticipation. Bucky bit down sharply into his bottom lip as the kiss was pressed to his stomach, could only make out the shadowed outline of the man kneeling. He shivered, hand finding the back of Steve's head to brush fingers through his soft hair and hold himself steady.
His cock twitched at the attention. He could feel the warmth of Steve's breath through the fabric, but it was still too much separating them. It took all his self control not to thrust right into Steve's face, settling for a light grinding instead.
"Need you..." he moaned out in desire. Bucky had been rather neglectful of his own needs in many ways lately, the lack of privacy in the shared dorms not helping.