Bucky felt a little stroke of his old self, as Steve put his hands under the jacket along his sides. He hoped the smile was as charming as he remembered it being. His own hands sliding up his husbands arms. His chin raised to welcome that hello kiss.
He almost wanted to hold him there, but he had promised some supper. Slipping his jacket off he hung it on the back of a handy chair. "Careful, you'll spoil me." He teased as he purposely brushed past Steve when there was plenty of room that he didn't have too. Giving that fabulous 'America's ass' a gentle tap of his fingers, as he moved to the fridge.