There was an idea incubating in Steve's head, or maybe half of it, started by the enthusiastic way Bucky liked fruit juice off of his fingers, and the noises he made while eating said fruit. Something to do with the addition of fruit (it might not be fuirt, jam or chocolate might do just as well) in bed along with what they were doing right now. He's a bit too busy right now to think it through on who it'd work, and the fastidious part of him was saying the idea was completely unhygienic (they will have to clean everything on the bed afterwards.

Steve groaned as Bucky settled firmly over his lap and he rolled his hips up in response. He kissed back just as enthusiastically as Bucky, chasing after the last of the taste of fruit in Bucky's mouth. "Take it off." He rumbled as they broke for air before Steve was diving back in for another kiss. It wasn't clear whether he meant his shirt of their pants. His hands weren't idle too, having left the warm firm cloth-covered flesh of Bucky's thighs to start dipping right below the waistband of the pants in search of skin rather than the cloth he'd been caressing earlier.