Did he just say they should be careful? Because what he meant was they should do this. A lot of this. All they possibly can, and their captors can burn in hell. Steve goes from fretful and gentle to ravenous and needy in a matter of seconds. He slides into Bucky's lap without hesitation, pressing his knees into the couch cushions on either side of him, and holds on for all he's worth.

Lucky thing they were both made as strong as they are. Neither is likely to hurt the other; they're that well-matched. Maybe he's wrong, maybe they were designed for each other, Steve thinks. Surely chance couldn't make them fit so perfectly into one another's arms.

"...oh," he sighs, when they finally take a moment to separate and catch their breath. "More."