The first thing he really notices is that kissing Henry isn’t much like how kissing any other gal has been. He’s not soft or sweet; he's firmer and more appraising, even a bit challenging. Not demanding or rough in the least, but there’s a force behind Henry’s movements that Bucky’s never really felt when kissing women. It’s different in a way Bucky isn’t sure what to make of it yet. While it definitely isn’t what he’d expected, especially as his mind had mostly projected his experiences with women, something about the quiet demand in the way Henry’s lips meet his own makes the action feel more satisfying.

When the other man moves to deepen the kiss, Bucky reacts instinctively, matching the motion and catching Henry’s lips again. Not that he’s become a mind reader and knows Henry’s thoughts, but when Bucky said he wanted to do it right, he wasn’t bluffing. For a risk taker like him, half-assing anything invites failure, and he’s not in the habit of doing anything without going all in if he decides to do it.