Steve always liked watching Bucky eat, it was one of the few times Bucky let himself show openly how much he liked something, nothing held back or restrained. He smiled and started in on the risotto, too hungry to slow down and properly enjoy the taste of it as he usually did. As he ate, he watched as drops of water from Bucky's damp hair slid down a muscular bare chest and past the stomach to disappear into the over-large pants. He licked his lips unconsciously and forced his attention back on his food, only to look up again just in time to see Bucky lick the red sauce from his own lips, suddenly thankful it wasn't white sauce.

"Yeah, sure. Want to try some of mine? It's good too." Steve offered his own box in return, that had still plenty of risotto left in it compared to the box Bucky offered him. He bent down and twirled some of the speghetti onto his fork before popping the mouthful into his mouth with a contented hum. "I'm guessing I can restaurant as something you wouldn't mind ordering from again?"