He was always wound up but this morning, he felt off the wall strung up. Every part of him that was in contact with Steve left his skin feeling hot. Like lightning, pleasing electric tingles were shooting through him at every touch. Steve's hand in his pants had him coming unglued already. He wanted to be very naked right now and see how hot and bothered Steve could really make him.
"You want me?" He bounced a little in Steve's lap. "How bad?"
Oh. Very. Bucky felt cocky in spite of the grip Steve had on him. He could have exploded into that hand just on contact alone but now there was talk about Steve actually wanting to fuck him. If a person could ever spontaneously combust, it would have been him. He forgot about trying to be patient, about delaying, about anything and dropped his mouth to Steve's in a lust-filled frenzy.
Tearing himself away long enough to pull his shirt over his head was a struggle. But he needed less between them, not more. His hands were on the zipper of Steve's pants, almost tearing it off as he pulled it down. "Can I sing the Star Spangled Man while you're fucking me?" He didn't give Steve time to answer. It was impossible to keep their mouths apart. And Steve tasted like pancakes and victory.