He had paused in the middle of getting out clean clothes for the day (and was reminded that he needs to pack if they were leaving today) when Bucky started stalking over and his eyes were caught at the way Bucky's hips swayed even in those few steps it took to close the distance between them. Steve inhaled sharply at the first touch from gloved hands passed over the still wet skin of his belly, then relaxed, eyes sliding half closed as a warm wet tongue licking up his neck. A low soft noise of disappointment escaped his lips when Bucky's lips left his ear and Steve couldn't help but reach out and tangled one hand into the hair at the back of Bucky's neck to pull the other man closer, loosening the hair tie in the process of capturing Bucky's lips with his own in a kiss.

Steve had only just started to slide his hands underneath Bucky's shirt in search of skin when the suite's door chime rang, signalling that their breakfast had arrived and interrupting their very pleasant activity. Instinctively he turned towards the door to answer it only to realize in his next step that he wasn't dressed. And he wasn't about to answer the door still damp and only in a towel, no matter that hotel staff has seen far worse. "Bucky, can you...?" He sent beseeching eyes towards his friend's way even as he hurried to dry himself off fully.