Inhaling sharply, Bucky shifted and made a sound low in his throat. He parted his lips against hers, cupping the back of her head with his right hand and sliding his left along her back. His breathing grew heavier; briefly, he wondered if he was loud enough to alert those in the very tall and thick-walled warehouse that they were outside.

It felt so good to be touched. Bucky didn't want to jerk too much in his seat in case he ended up losing the warmth of her hand on his hardening cock, but he shifted his hips slightly in encouragement.

"Ticklish," he murmured against her mouth. What was also dumb was trying to carry on a conversation that held no weight. It was easier to not think if he did. "Embarrassingly."