“You need chapstick,” you whisper, your forehead leaning against his own. Breathing fanning across his lips. “Like really bad.”
“Shut up,” Bucky whispers back. His lips chased back onto yours but only to be met with your cheek. “Aw come on,” he grumbles, “they aren’t that bad.”
“Absolutely terrible.”
Your lover rolled his eyes and slipped his hand in your back pocket, not missing the faint blush that spread across your cheeks. When he pulled out his hand, your favorite chapstick was in between his fingers. “Why won’t you put it on me instead?”
A smirk falls upon your lips at his question. Bucky pops the lid off the chapstick and hands you the small tube. A grin spreads on his face when you take it, “That’a girl.”
The grin on his face soon drops when you apply the balm across your lips and return the applicator back to him. “Thank you for the chapstick, hopefully that sets a good example for you.” you spoke with a smile. Pride swells in your chest when you see Bucky flabbergasted. It happens every once in a while you get to shock the man. So when the time happens you can’t help but be proud of yourself.
“You’re such an asshole,” he grumbles, the chapstick still in his hand.
“You didn’t even say please.”
Bucky looks at you like you were stupid, he blank three times before scrunching his brows. “I am not saying please just for you to kiss me.”
“Your loss,” you shrug your shoulders and turn to leave the room. But before you even got to take a step out the door the cold feeling of a metal hand grabs onto your wrist. “Oh? Did someone change their mind?” you coo, slightly chuckling to yourself when you hear him quietly groan.
“Would you please kiss me..?” Bucky mumbles quietly.
You scratch your ear acting like you didn’t hear him. “Did you say something? I can’t hear you when you mumble.”
“I said,” he starts but quickly cuts himself off. His cheeks were red and embarrassment swelled in him. “You know what, I don’t need your damn kisses. They sucked anyway!” Bucky lets go of your hand and grumbles away.
His head cocked towards your’s when he heard you laugh, “What’s so funny?”
You bring a finger underneath your eye to wipe the invisible tear away. “You are so silly sometimes!”
“How?”
“You’re acting so pouty all because of a kiss I won’t give you.”
The man scoffs and crosses his arms before sitting down on the couch. He wasn’t pouting, no. He was annoyed that you stopped kissing him all because of his chapped lips. So what if he had chapped lips, it hasn’t stopped you before. Bucky continued scowling at the floor, thoughts running through his mind. He snapped out of it when he felt your fingers hook under his chin and tilted his head up.
“I’m sorry,” you pout, your other hand strokes his cheek bone. “You’re just fun to tease.”
“You’re not sorry,” he snarks, “and I'm not fun to tease.”
“You’re right, I'm not.” you respond before connecting your lips with his.
A smile spreads across your face when you feel him kiss back. His hand cups the back of your head, trying to pull you closer into him. Your hands running from his face and down to his chest, fingers peeling back his shirt to expose the skin you love so much. “What’s up with your obsession over my stomach.” He mumbles into the kiss.
“Because it’s a part of you,” you mumble back. Your teeth tug at his bottom lip, signaling him to open his lips. But when you feel him pierce his lips shut your hand slides up to his chest and pinch his nipple causing him to groan. You see his brows furrow at your action but you make up for it by unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants. Both of you return exploring one another's mouths while your hand busies itself by drawing circles on the bulge underneath his underwear. Greadly swallowing each and every one of his sweet moans.
A loud cough forces the two of you to pull away with heated cheeks to see Steve. “You have rooms for a reason.”
“What a cockblock,” you mumble, making your lover snicker.
“I heard that.”
“Yeah yeah whatever, we’re going we’re going.” Both you and Bucky get up from the couch and walk past the man.
Once the two of you were safe from the public eye, your lover whispers into your ear, “Are my lips still chapped?” Without thinking, you agreed. A soft gasp escaping your lips when he pushed you down on your bed and kneels in between your legs. “I might have a solution to that.”