Steve had just taken his shirt off and Bucky was over-the-moon giddy. Not only was there so much more of his boyfriend's chest to touch but Steve had done it because he'd asked him to. Without words but Steve had got the point.
This would never get old. Being able to touch Steve like this. Bucky's hands started out shy at the top, tracing circles and cirlces over his collar bone. Digging his fingernail in over Steve's left pec as he etched in his full name. Roughly letting his palm drag over his nipple. These were things he'd only thought of doing. This wasn't a reality he'd thought possible. So he was going to take as much of it as he could.
"Attractive?" He kissed at Steve's nose and chuckled. "Breakfast and flattery, you dog."
Was Steve seriously questioning his desire right now? Bucky felt offended. His lips formed a pout. "I do feel ...like I'm drunk a bit. Did we drink last night?" Strange that he didn't remember right now. But Steve was like a rock underneath him so it was hard to think of anything past five minutes ago. "That doesn't mean I want you any less, you know." He rolled his hips down hard, insistent for his attention.
Then he stilled as Steve blurted out something about Tony and being sorry? Asking for forgiveness meant that Steve had done something wrong. Had he?
"Are you saying you were feeling up Tony in the kitchen?" There wasn't anger in his voice. Confusion, sure, because that didn't seem like something Steve would do. But aslo, curiosity. Bucky lifted an eyebrow, an edge to his voice that hadn't been there before. "Did he touch you back?"