Steve visibly hesitated, staring back with wide eyes as Bucky loomed over him on the bed, looking like he was about to just pounce anyway regardless of what Steve said. Again he was reminded of a cat, one that was in the mood to play and disinclined to take no for an answer (and in fact my continuously harass you until you say yes.) He liked the easy, playful look on Bucky and he could feel flash of heat go up his spine at the voice, low and throaty, almost a purr.

"Bathroom first. You might have an iron bladder but not me." Steve said. While it was true his bladder needed emptying but it was not the full reason. He needed at least a few minutes to get his own head straight. "After that you can pounce on me as much as you please."