Henry had also started off with the 'but I'm straight?' mentality long ago, and had discovered that kissing men while an action similar to kissing any woman had a different tonal quality to it. The feeling was addictive in a no strings attached way, as most other men he'd 'hooked up' with were similar— then again, he purposely played the role of a sexually interested party in his jobs for men that fit the profile and were integral to the process. He rarely went around wooing people (men or women alike) for the hell of it. He was a married man, dammit!

Keyword: Was.

But oh. This is a good reaction, he thinks. It immediately encourages him to match the effort, so he brings a hand up to rest on the back of the one resting on his neck and jawline. It grips gently as he continues to kiss him, putting more weight into it and parting his lips a little more with each kiss, the soft slick noises overlapping their breathing. He even glides the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, brushing against Bucky's for just a flicker of a moment.