[He hums into the kiss, a low sound that seems louder in the silence around them, loud in the same way Bucky can hear his heartbeat in his ears, like it's determined to remind him with each beat that this is real.
He moves his arm almost instinctively, without thinking, curling it around Art's waist, at the same time as Art himself moves closer-- pulling him in, and while he matches Art's pace, he can't really help but deepen the kiss.]