Oh he can play with that. The quiet possessive curl they've almost always had for one another. Sure not many people wanted to bother with little Stevie Rogers, but Buck had a thought or two for any that actually tried to get to know him beyond 'skinny asthmatic'. Had rules for who was and wasn't allowed close up.

Didn't matter much to Steve, so long as he had Bucky.

"You don't know what to look out for, here. What the glint in a fella's eyes means when he sees you- like look'n at a pretty dame with her skirt too short." And Buck, god, Bucky has to know he's the tastiest dish that ever did wander into this club. Too handsome for his own good. Too pretty to leave unruffled. And yet here he is, naked as anything under Steve's hands.

Skinny little Stevie Rogers, looking down the length of his body at a hungry cock and a hungrier hole, thinking about how much he's got in him to give. One, if he's lucky.

Good thing these rooms come with toys.

Something thick and heavy- Buck likes 'em big, mostly because he likes Steve, who has enough in him for one good round. So he'll need to plan this out careful, lips dragging along Bucky's jaw, murmuring into his skin. "Oh yeah. Got a buncha pretty boys all doe eyed and hungry for me, here. But where am I, Buck? Even when you're being a brat-"

His fingers pinch meanly against the head of Bucky's cock.