Sylvie's tone is smug and breathless all at once, but Bucky can't help but to feel a little smug himself. Her pale skin is flushed and glistening with sweat, rocking back against his cock in a needy sort of way, and Bucky groans as she shifts her weight to reach between her legs.

"Good to know, but I'm not gonna stop," Bucky tells her in a low voice, falling forward to plant his metal hand into the bed next to hers, covering her back with her chest. His other hand slides from her hip to cross over her chest, grabbing at one of her breasts as he fucks her.

"Go on, come," he pants out against her ear, smiling wickedly as he tugs at her nipple. "And then I'll make you come again."