It's enough to get Bucky to still, nodding. "I need to," he begins, swallowing, because talking is hard right now. "I need to return the bite." It's deep and primal, instincts telling him he needs to squirm on his mate's cock until he's facing the man and bite down hard on his own scent gland, to make sure everyone will be able to tell that Steve belongs to Bucky as much as Bucky belongs to Steve.

He moans, shifting a little so he can look at Steve, managing to still himself for his alpha. The hand around his dick is enough right now at least until Steve makes it clear he's ready for more, and he moans again, gaze locked on his mate's, eager. He grins a little, but it's clearly a little strained-- he's not anywhere near being satisfied. "Good," he manages. "Because I'm not anywhere near being satisfied."