I don't care. Steve panicked. "Wait, that's not everything - I wasn't - "
..done.
Before Steve could even try and finish that thought, Bucky was tearing into him and maybe he didn't need to tell him right now.. Fingers were pulling at his shirt and he didn't even skip a beat; that garment was up and over his head in seconds flat. His hands came to grip Bucky's ass, keeping him still and in place while he pushed up against him. The layers of fabric that remained in the way were annoying. But at the same time, that little bit of friction brought him just enough relief to knock his thought process back on track.
Blushing and breathing heavily, he tried to continue. "Something weird is happening. Bucky, come on, you know I find you attractive but this is.. There has to be something else at play here." The hotel, presumably. Steve was starting to catch on. He didn't really know how the hotel could possibly be behind this, but that was his current theory.
"Look, I.. Felt this way in the kitchen, while I was with Tony and.. ah, he and I - " They had certainly started some sort of fire... And almost a real one, too. Steve cleared his throat, trying to shove the mental imagery aside. "..we had an inappropriate exchange. And I'm sorry, Bucky. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just.. Couldn't stop myself."
Very much like right now, because even embarrassed and ashamed, he still really wanted to rail his boyfriend. "Can you forgive me?"