That gesture with Bucky's throat is an invitation Steve can't ignore. It's one of submission, yes, but more than that, it almost feels like a request. He answers with his own growl as he presses his nose against the delicate skin there. The smell is stronger now and the moon leaves him with little self control.

Soon, they'll transform together. He can already feel his bones getting ready to shift and painful as it is, he loves being a wolf. Everything is a little more intense and he's able to just run and feel.

"James, you smell..." He can't describe it. It's a smell he could drown in, sweet and enticing and woodsy, like fresh pine needles after the first snow of the year.

His lips brush against Bucky's throat. "So good."