[More than fine by him too as Art stays pressed back into him like that with only his head bowed forward, just slight. He hums quietly, hair brushing away from his neck with the inclination to curtain his face instead, giving more access where he can feel Bucky's breath on his skin. It's nearly as warm as the words are, it spreads comfortably.]
Mmm. [Is that a response, or the pleased sound of something more, we just don't know.]