For a moment, Steve's blood ran cold with fear. A sensation that briefly overpowered his libido. Was Bucky going to be upset? Was this going to ruin their trust? Had he just destroyed everything they'd built over the last few weeks? He'd have no choice but to accept the consequences. He did this to himself, and honestly, he didn't even have an excuse to back it up.
He waited for Bucky to say something. And when he did, Steve's jaw nearly hit the floor with shock. What was that tone? Did Bucky.. like what he was hearing? Steve blinked several times before he answered, still unconvinced that he had heard Bucky correctly. "I - " The blonde swallowed, "Yeah."
Well. Bucky didn't seem like he was asking because he wanted to yell at him. He wanted details. So maybe it wouldn't kill Steve to elaborate. "I.. kissed him. Hard." Steve's hand crept between them, slowly pulling down the zipper of Bucky's fly, "And he reached into my pants.." And Steve would demonstrate, his fingers caressing that warm, stiff flesh through his underwear, "So I reached into his.."
Steve was going to have to give himself a long, distressing look in the mirror over this later. But right now, describing what had happened all while doing it to Bucky was pushing all the right buttons. He studied Bucky's face. "..still not mad?"