The pose is rather patronizing, even if perfectly normal as a reaction (well, normal because it’s them and probably not normal for most other people), so Bucky huffs (again), shaking his head slightly to get the grumpiness out before setting aside his drawing paper and pen.

“If I’m gonna do it at all, I wanna do it right,” he explains before smoothly leaning in, tilting his head the same way as Henry had before and reaching out with his right hand to catch Henry’s the curve of Henry’s neck with his fingers, thumb comfortably settled against his jaw. His eyes are closed this time when their lips meet, Bucky’s attempt less chaste than Henry’s but still maintaining a respectful weight and not demanding more than necessary.