"Yeah, go for it," Bucky says. His breath is a little short and the words come out more than a little rushed because he absolutely wants her to put her mouth there and now that it's in his head there's no way he's going to get it out of his head until she does it.

He fists the sheets with his left hand and if they rip, they rip. Fuck it. It's collateral damage when you own an inn in a sex town. Business expense. Whatever.