"You were the first person to fuck me in over seventy years. You set a very high bar," Bucky murmurs with a low chuckle, eyes darkening as he stares up at her. It feels insane that she can get him going again, like he's fifteen and just discovered what sex is. It feels like she's lit a fire inside of him, like she woke some part of him up, and he'll always be grateful to her for that.

He's still staring at her as she starts to slide back and his brows furrow a little until her words register and his eyes widen a bit, cock jerking just at the thought of having her mouth on him. He wants to assure her that she doesn't have to, but he knows that it's unnecessary. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't be offering, and Bucky is relieved that he doesn't have to worry.

"Fuck," he breathes out instead, not bothering to try and hide the effect she has on him. As much as he wants that, he thinks about her cunt, still slick with his come, and he swallows hard. "I've never-- could we do it at the same time? You could turn around so I could put my mouth on you, too."