Initially, Steve's eyes had been tightly squeezed shut with his entire focus on the walls constricting around him. Nothing mattered except finding release. The hotel had created an animal out of Steve Rogers, hellbent on being reckless and rough with his boyfriend's body until he received what he wanted.
However, suddenly, he heard Bucky's voice and his eyes opened.. And the sight beneath him knocked the oxygen right out of his lungs.
Bucky was so beautiful. Those deep blue eyes, that tousled hair. Those parted lips, those knitting brows. His defined jaw, his Adam's apple moving as he moaned and gasped for air. His skin dotted with sweat and was partially flushed from the heat. Steve's gaze finally migrated over to their tightly-interlocked hands and for a second there, he did feel a flicker of warm emotion.
Which was quickly followed up by that need to claim him. To mark him, to spill inside him and take what was his. He was already dangerously close to the edge. Hearing Bucky curse and command that he keep thrusting into him only made it worse. So he'd do as this gorgeous man beneath him demanded, never once slowing his pace. Although he did manage to free one of his hands, letting it slip between them so that he could stroke Bucky's cock.
"You feel so good -" Steve somehow formed words, his voice just barely over a whisper. "Bucky.. I'm.. I'm -" Close.