Coming from anyone else, Bucky might have balked at the command. Now, coming from Sylvie, naked and beautiful and glistening with sweat, Bucky follows it eagerly, abs flexing as he sits up and pulls himself backward until he’s leaning back against the headboard.

His cock is flushed a dark pink and leaking at the head, painfully hard, but doesn’t touch it. Instead he just reaches forward for Sylvie, wanting so badly to get his hands back on her, to get back inside of her body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he gasps out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking his bottom lip, tasting her all over himself, like she’s marked him somehow. Perhaps she has.