If there's something Steve figured out about Bucky quickly, is that he really likes it when he turns heads down the street. Or enters a room. Even if Bucky's got no intention of going steady with someone, much less make time with them, he also can't help but shamelessly flirt like it comes natural as breathing. Loves it even more when he earns a blush or gets them hot and bothered. So knowing he's got Steve's full attention when he strips down, when he's got plenty of fellas out there who want his hand in their hair?

Makes Bucky feel pretty damn powerful.

Bucky does try to (mostly) behave and hold still though. It's hard to stay put like Steve asked, especially when his dick's angled upwards, flushed and rampant as that tie of Steve's comes off in an audible slither of fabric like a promise of more to come. But he keeps his head forward, tries not to turn it when Steve disappears behind him and settles like a powerful, heady presence.

His breath comes out in a high shiver when Steve's tie comes down across his eyes, plunging his world into darkness. Suddenly he's very aware of the sprawl of his legs on the chair, the throb of his cock, and Steve leaning in to whisper gently against the shell of his ear. Bucky's teeth worry at his lower lip as he swallows hard, turning his head towards Steve. "You. I'm all yours tonight."

Forever, is what Bucky really means, but that seems like it'll give him away too much. Might scare Steve off from what's supposed to be a game of theirs.