"Liver, really?" His nose scrunched at the word. It had that reaction on him too. No doubt it would mean he would stop too. Remembering the smell alone made him shiver. It was a good thing Peggy brought up Steve's mouth, drawing things back to point. Bucky glanced down at Steve's face. "Your wish is my command."
He chuckled softly as he watched Steve's ass twitch as he rocked his hips into the mattress. "Or you can slap my leg." He wanted to be sure it was something Steve could do under duress. He glanced back at Peggy. "Course it is, but those straps, they're like a picture frame for the Mona Lisa."