As he feels the tension start to melt away, Henry lets his hands wander a little bit. It's easier to relax into the kissing now, though it's not to say he was so tense or stressed to begin with but... well, there's always a little apprehension in the beginning.

Then there's the metal hand and it's not as hard or rough as he imagined it to be, though he contributes that to just Bucky being gentle. It feels weirdly good though, and he scoots in a little closer so that he can put both his hands on the guy. He takes both the touch to his side and the taste of his tongue as an invitation to just continue on like this wasn't some sort of experiment. They're way beyond that now.

With a soft, low sound inside his mouth he opens his mouth to deepen the kiss and slides his fingers forward to comb through his hair by his neck to keep him close while the other rests atop his thigh and grips the material of his pants. Not that he thinks Bucky needs the encouragement, but still, it feels good this way. He dips his tongue in a little more here and there to taste, thoroughly enjoying the rubbing of their ruddy lips. Each shift of their bodies makes the tent squeak a little protest, and he's all but forgotten about the weird deer outside.