Steph felt the mess rather than saw it, the inside of her thighs feeling slicker as her juices spilled onto the lower half of his face and maybe even down his neck. She was mortified for a second — then Bucky promptly took her mind off that by lapping at her as if he was a man dying of thirst in a desert.

"Fuck, Buck. That's so hot," she gasped breathlessly, before whimpering again as he moved to suck on her clit. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed their reflection on the mirror of Cap's vanity, but she couldn't see far enough to make anything out except the broad strokes of their bodies' shapes: his a flat line on the bed, hers a bit curved with her back arched slightly and her head tipped back.

"Bucky, baby," she said almost regretfully after a minute of enjoying how his tongue had gone back to licking slowly between her folds, "if you don't stop I'm gonna come again." She didn't want to stop, but she'd been sated enough to realize that it wouldn't be fair to keep going like this.

She tugged at his hair and looked down at him. "H-Hey." She was breathing hard, but after last night, they knew it was nothing to worry about. Seized by a wild thought, she suddenly decided, "Come in my mouth and spill on my breasts. I wanna be wet too."