He laughed again at the growl and swallowed up any further noises with kisses. The suite was big but not THAT big, and Steve did his best to distract Bucky with mouth and hands as the two of them stumbled alone almost drunkenly towards the part of the suit that could tentatively be called the bedroom. Perhaps they WERE drunk, drunk on affection and desire for each other.

The sudden dump into the bed (he hadn't noticed, too busy sucking at the junction of Bucky's neck and shoulders) startled another laugh from Steve. He didn't even protest like he usually would when he heard the sound of cloth ripping as his pants and underwear was stripped off of him. Steve reached out to tug Bucky back on top of him. "Good?"