Right before Sylvie comes, Bucky shifts one of her legs over his shoulder to help support her, lapping at her clit as she goes impossibly tight around his fingers. He works her through it, using his fingers and his mouth and only pulling back once she stops twitching against him.

His fingers slide out of her and he climbs to his feet, wiping his face on the inside of his forearm before pulling his sweater over his head, tossing it aside before he grabs Sylvie's shirt and tugs it open, sending buttons flying across the foyer.

"Shit. You can fix that, right?" Bucky asks against her mouth, laughing as he pulls the shirt back over her shoulders, leaving her in just her bra. He wraps an arm around her and lifts her easily, spinning them around and heading for the stairs. He makes it a third of the way before giving up and laying her back on the stairs, dropping to his knees and leaning over her as he reaches down to hurriedly undo his belt.

"Fuck, I need you," he pants out, feeling slightly crazed as he pushes his jeans and underwear down just enough to pull his cock out, positioning himself between her legs and sinking into her with one quick, smooth thrust. He bottoms out and groans against her jaw, grabbing at her ass to pull her against his hips as he starts to fuck her with quick, shallow thrusts, foreheads tipped together as he stares at her. "Sylvie."