How bad? Steve nearly whined. If the blonde had his way, they'd already be naked and tangled up together. On the bed, on the floor. He didn't particularly care in that moment. He should have cared. It may not have been their first sexual experience together, but it was their first time fucking and normally, Steve would have wanted it to be special. Something sweet and romantic and candlelit.
But there was very little that was sweet or romantic in how he was treating Bucky right now. Bucky's shirt was off and his hand was in his pants and something inside of Steve snapped. One arm came to wrap around his waist and he flipped Bucky down onto the mattress, his hands already reaching to yank his lower garments off. Hopefully, this would help express how bad he needed this, because Steve seemed like he was past the point of being able to coherently convey his thoughts.
There was a darkness in those blue eyes as he stripped Bucky bare. A darkness that had rarely ever surfaced before, even when they had been fooling around. It was serious and intense and heavy with want. And whenever Steve did rememberer to speak, his voice would echo that darkness. "I've wanted you since I woke up this morning," he growled, pushing Bucky's knees to his chest to better expose his ass, "And I think I'm going to lose my mind if I don't have you.."
Which was.. not an understatement in that exact second. He was fiddling around with a bottle of lube and tracing those slickened fingers around that ring of muscle, allowing Bucky one last chance to tell him no. Because even now, when he was blind with lust and dying for physical attention, he still wouldn't be able to force anything on his boyfriend that he didn't actually want.