"They're two of my best features," Bucky jokes, biting his lip and playfully narrowing his eyes at her as her nails rake over his nipple, sending a small zap of pleasure through him. She sits up astride his hips, rocking against his half-hard cock, and he lets out a low groan. "You're a menace."

His hands go to her hips, palms pressing into the dark pink smudges he left on her skin, and smiles almost bashfully as she speaks. It's actually a very sweet thing to say, coming from Sylvie, and while Bucky didn't actually think that's why she's here, it's still nice to hear it.

"We're friends first, right?" Bucky asks easily, even as his hands slide around to grab at her shapely ass, breath hitching she rocks down against him again. "Friends and something else, too."