Steve's cheeks couldn't possibly have been a darker shade of red. Bucky was suddenly in his lap and all the blonde wanted to do was lift his hips and rub against him.
No, no. He had to speak with him first. Even if it was nearly impossible to focus on anything other than the pressure on his thighs and that handsome face looking down at him. The guilt was eating him alive about has intensely as that desire was.. "I - Well - I was just..." Focus. "Something.. happened... With me. And Tony. Just now. In the kitchen."
Well. Words were coming out of his mouth so that was.. progress?
But Steve was having an even more difficult time holding himself back with Bucky's body heat mingling with his own. His hands were moving without permission, touching along the outside of the other man's hips. Wait a minute.. Was this weird lust thing affecting other people too? Was it more than just Tony and himself? Maybe he could afford a brief tangent - "Bucky.. do you feel... strange at all?"