[When Art breaks the kiss, breathing out, Bucky simply leans in to drop kisses along his jawline, humming softly at the back of his throat. The hand on his back trails a small circle, over and over.
They shouldn't, here is what's on his mind, too, but less because of the location and more because if they're really doing this, Art deserves better than the floor of the gym. So he breathes out, pulling back just enough to murmur,]
I really meant it about the date. [Maybe he should actually take you on that date first.]