It certainly felt like his life depended on it. It was the best kind of feeling. A little desperate, but also really relieved it was happening, and completely consumed in all the feelings that were propelling the kiss in the first place. Bucky had no idea he could have something like this. It'd always felt so impossible before. What was so shocking was how easy it was to feel the way he did. Easier than blinking, than breathing. Bucky never wanted it to stop. And the best part about it was that he knew Clint felt like that, too. Feelings were mutual between them and they weren't afraid to say it or show it. It came out so effortlessly in the way they spoke, the way they touched, even the way they looked at each other. In other words, Bucky was just fucking smitten.
By the time they came up for air, his lungs had started to burn just a little. That didn't mean he wasn't ready to dive right back in for more. His heart was beating hard, his emotions running high in the best way and he felt so damn close to Clint right now after that little exchange. He'd been a little worried he might need to downplay the significance in case it was just too much for him, but that hadn't been necessary at all. They didn't have to have a cry about it but they both knew that he'd just given him something pretty important. Bucky scoffed when Clint downplayed his own gift. "That's not true," he said. "I'm a collector of Hawkeye merchandise now. I'm going to drink out of it everyday." Which kind of led him back to his thoughts from before.
"Which, might be easier if it stays here instead of going back and forth," he said. "And maybe I do too." He'd not really said it as a question but his eyes were a little more inquisitive as he looked at Clint.