It feels a little thrilling, pressing her up against the brick wall of a bar that isn’t open yet like they’re teenagers who can’t keep their hands off of each other. The latter part feels true despite their age, and Bucky drops his shopping bag to rest at their feet as he takes her face in both hands, kissing her as soundly as a stolen back alley kiss demands.

He doesn’t know if he’ll fuck her back here. He’ll probably leave that up to her, but he does lower a hand to grab at her breast through her shirt, boldly and without hesitation because he knows that she’ll let him. He knows that she likes it when he pinches at her nipples. It makes her wet, and suddenly Bucky wants nothing more than to feel that slick heat against his fingers.

“You make me hard so damn easy,” he pants against her mouth, biting at her lower lip as his cock strains against the front of his jeans.