Bucky hasn't done a lot of enjoying himself in the last eighty years and he definitely hasn't had someone as beautiful as Wanda just go down on her knees to suck his cock like it's nothing. He bites his lower lip and muffles a cry that still comes out strangled and desperate. He likes to think that if it weren't for the apple he wouldn't be so desperate but he also knows it's a lie; Wanda is good enough at this that he wouldn't need anything but her pretty face and talented mouth to get this worked up.

He pushes his hips toward her mouth a little more and when he speaks, his voice is breathless. He doesn't get out much more than Wanda and Please but that gets the point across in situations like this, he thinks, and if it doesn't, well.

He thinks anyone could tell what he needs or wants by looking at him.