Sylvie’s breath hitches as Bucky’s mouth drags across her ankle and he files that information away with all the other things that he’s learned about her, all the things that she likes, that make her feel good, that might make her happy.

“Your knees,” Bucky repeats, feeling a little winded by the image this presents in his head— her on her hands and knees with Bucky behind her, fucking into her. Just the thought is enough to make his cock twitch as he pushes his pants and underwear down to step out of them, leaving him naked aside from his ever present dog tags. “Okay.”

He leans over her to pull down her underwear, pausing to drag the backs of his metal fingertips lightly down the inside of her thigh before he climbs onto the bed on his knees, waiting for her to position herself with one hand around his cock, smiling in a way what’s somehow smug and shy all at once. “And I’ll come inside of you this time, if you want me to.”