Steve's eyes widened and his breathe caught in his throat as Bucky starts kissing each and every one of his bruises, barely refraining from moaning at the light caress on his back. It felt good, far better than it should have been and he reminded himself again that not matter how good it feels, getting aroused right now was just as inappropriate as when they'd been cuddling together in the pillow fort (or any other time really).

He refrained from stating that there had been a chance that Bucky would have never found anything, not even his corpse in the jungles they were in. It wasn't what Bucky needed and probably would have made things worse right now. So instead he reached back to brush the side of Bucky's stubbly cheek with his fingers.. "I missed you too. I kept on hoping that you'd gotten out safely and will be waiting for me when I got out." His hand repeated his earlier action again. "And you know I'd do the same for you."