He'd been growing bolder lately. There had been a few times he might have brushed his hand along Steve's when they'd gone out. Not usually when people were watching, exactly, but that he would try to hold his hand when people were around. They didn't have to make a show of it but if asked, Bucky knew what he'd call Steve. Boyfriend still sounded far too simple but it was the label that fit best. For now. There were few titles he'd thought of adding. Lover was currently at the top of the list.
"Mhm," Bucky licked the pancake off his lips. Ah, Tony. Yes, it made sense now why Steve had taken so long. "If you're going to tell me that you accidentally started a fire in the kitchen while making me breakfast, firstly I'm flattered you went through the trouble. Second, that's adorable and third, I don't care." His hands started tugging at the bottom of Steve's shirt, suddenly desperate to be rid of the layer. And Steve touching him stirred something dangerous. A need so strong that ignoring it felt impossible. He gave him a kiss to his cheek, innocent. Then another over his jawline, not so much. He trailed his tongue to Steve's lower ear and then nipped at the lobe.
"Strange? Strange how?"
He pulled his head back. The blue in his eyes was razor-thin. It was obvious he had little else on his mind other than what he had openly at his disposal; Steve. Bold was an understatement. He hadn't dared yet to make a move like this. But here he was, lightly grinding himself into the other man like he'd been planning all morning. Steve was trying to talk but Bucky had other thoughts.