Steve writhes beneath him, so caught up in sensation he almost can process it. The kiss leaves him lightheaded, and he gulps air when Bucky pulls back. it takes him a moment to recognize what he's saying, and then he breaks into a wide, beatific smile and nods happily.

"I want that t-too," he pants, and when Bucky puts down the oil he gropes to pick up the bottle, with every intention of helping to prep him. Of course, the slippery-sweet touch up and down his cock derails that idea temporarily, and he makes a little wounded sound of delight, eyelids fluttering. "Oh...fuck..."