[It's the perfect kind of morning, quiet and serene — the kind that usually sees them out for a run, putting some miles down before the sun's truly up and the city truly awake. Of course Steve had to get all smart with magnetic poetry and Bucky had to prove he could stalk him. And then pancakes and kisses and here they are, in each other's arms and sharing soft little affections and quiet sighs. It's a wonder, truly, the idea that they could have come so far already in such a short time.

Then again they've been dancing around this forever, haven't they? Gay chicken or something like it; maybe they're just so used to leaning against those barriers that it's natural to do so even laying together on the couch with their legs tangled. But that little nip at his lip delights him, earns Steve a bright shock of laughter and Bucky tilts his head so that Steve has more room to burrow against his neck.

He likes that. He really likes that.]

I'll stay as close as you want. [It's an easy promise to make, as easy as breathing, as easy as this thing between them. His hand shifts around to Steve's back, carefully traces his shape from shoulder blade to waist.] That is a hell of an offer to drop in my lap you know. Gonna be honest with you Steve, I could touch you all over.

[Because with Steve pressed against and tangled with him like this, with the temptation of him being so close, with permission freely given? With the fact that they haven't really put the brakes on since they shared that first kiss? It'd be so easy to drive things further. And that might not be off the table, for all that they've said it is. But it also doesn't need to happen right now, not when he's more than content to spend the bulk of the morning in the pursuit of molding the couch cushions to their shape.]