Even living in each other's pockets, Steve doesn't know everything about Bucky, clearly. He hadn't known the man wanted to kiss him, first of all. And he also had no idea he could make noises like the one he just did. That deep, keening sound that sent Steve's blood into his lap and responding with one of his own. It is softer and almost surprised. Steve doesn't know where it even came from but it comes up again as he shifts one hand to the back of Bucky's head, carding through the short hairs.

He's touched them before. He and Bucky would give each other haircuts when they lived together and noticed one of them needed it. Steve knows the feeling of the other's hair as well as he does his own. But touching it like this feels new and almost erotic. Steve's blunt nails scratch at Bucky's scalp as his hand curls a bit and straightens again. He shivers as though he were the one feeling it.

Steve breaks the kiss for a second just to breathe, eyes blinking open and drinking his friend's features in at this new, intimate distance. They're close enough that even just shifting his head has their noses bumping. The sensation brings a smile to his face and Steve continues to do it intentionally, now. Nuzzling like a puppy between short pecks.

"I'm not disgusted," he says needlessly, smile growing. "Jesus. I figured if you'd ever...you know. Known... That would be the last nail in the coffin for whatever kept you with me."

He strokes the fingers of his free hand along Bucky's jawline, up to his temple and then down again. Steve hasn't stopped smiling yet. His face almost hurts with it.

"But, seriously? You... me?! You can have anyone. You practically did back in Brooklyn. I know the new body and all helps, but... You'd seriously want this with me?"