He went easily, pliant in Bucky's hands even if he was strained. He was shaking his head as much as those fingers in his hair would allow him, licking his lips and taking a few good, deep breaths so he didn't sound quite so frantic. "No... It's a good hurt, Buck. I promise, I won't let you really hurt me."

Because, contrary to popular belief, he didn't like getting punched. Or split open, in this case.

He shifted against the hands that held him, groaning low in his throat as he made himself sink down slowly until his body just wouldn't accept any more and he was a trembling mess under those strong hands.