[ Steve's fingers curl gently, indulgently when he feels those lips press against his palm, sweet and loving. He smiles, just a little. How can he not feel a little better when those sinful lips are pressed so lovingly against his trousers?

His cock is twitching, responding to Bucky like it always would, and he shifts in his seat, aware of his lover's plans and more than happy to welcome them. ]

You are the best thing that happens to me. [ All the time, always; Steve will swear on that. He takes another sip of his wine, pleased with him as he obeys those instructions, curious to see what he does next. Stroking his hair absently, he plays with his glass. ] Partners in the other firms messed up on what's supposed to be an easy, straightforward deal.