Bucky’s gaze shifts away as he thinks on the words. He hasn’t really thought about what exactly he wants to get out of making out before, with a dame or otherwise. Actually, he’s not really thought about it much at all, just let what came naturally happen. Questioning it seemed pointless when there’d never been any reason to doubt. Saying that kissing anyone is because it feels good is redundant: practically everything intimate in that way is done because it feels good. So...

“A mutually fun time, at the least.” That’s definitely important to him, knowing the other person is enjoying it too. “Can’t really have a preference if I’ve never kissed a guy before though.”

At least in his mind, this makes sense; he’s always been the sort to try anything at least once before deciding if it’s really for him or not, though the idea of kissing fellas has never really occurred to him before. In terms of sexuality, he’s only ever really considered the fact that he thinks breasts are great, and he’d thought that alone settled the issue. Apparently it doesn’t, especially as that does nothing to counter why he shouldn’t want to kiss a guy anyway. It’s not like kissing skill is skewed by gender, so...

Geezus, his head is starting to hurt from all this.