It was the thought that counted. Bucky wasn't about to complain about any attempts Steve made at making him breakfast. Even him doing it once was enough to put a smile on his face for days. He was used to being the one to make romantic gestures. Having anyone do it back was a treat. Having Steve, a light so bright that Bucky always felt pulled in by him, do it back was something he would still be thinking about with fondness when he was old and creaking in a rocking chair on his porch.
He sauntered over, already planning on eating whatever burnt beautiful breakfast Steve had made for him. "Looks tasty." Except his gaze had lingered on Steve a little too long so one might suspect that he wasn't talking about the pancakes. Was it just him or did Steve look a little flustered? His face was flushed and he looked tense. Something must have happened but he didn't too much on it. Steve rarely hid anything from him so he trusted that the other man would tell him if it was important. Until then, he was going to put all his energy into undressing Steve with his eyes.
Bucky didn't bat an eye about the sudden almost uncontrollable wave of lust that came over him. It wasn't the first time Steve had wound him up like this. Only now, he didn't have to hide it.
He scooped one of the pancakes and tore into it. Two more bites and he only had one more little piece between his fingers. Still chewing, he nodded and walked over to the bed where Steve had beckoned him. And Bucky took a seat right in his lap. His knees slid easily around Steve's hips, like they were fitted to. "What'd you need to tell me?" Bucky grinned, eating the last piece.