Sometimes he felt a bit guilty with the idea that he was keeping Bucky from a safe and peaceful life. But he also often reminded himself that they've both changed too much to live completely peaceably in the middle of no-where. Steve ducked his head so that Bucky could have better access to his hair, enjoying the touch of strong fingers working through his hair and scalp. He didn't mind smelling like flowers; at the very least it'll give people something to talk about other than the state of his relationships.

Steve groaned in pleasure and rocked back against Bucky's body, moving his mouth down to nuzzle and kiss downwards to the other man's neck. He hummed in acknowledgement of Bucky's comment, mouth busy against Bucky's skin for a moment to answer. "You're right. There's always tomorrow morning."