The thing about all this though, is that Henry doesn't realize just how much of an impact this is having on the guy. He doesn't know much about Bucky beyond what he's let on during casual conversation and a little bit just now regarding sexuality. It's the tip of the iceberg, barely a scrape, and he has no clue what this might lead to. Hell, he didn't even think about it because that's just how Henry is: acts without thinking, and inevitably hurts someone without a care. Or at least without realizing.

That being said, he doesn't read too far into the kiss. He just enjoys the moment of it all, the warmth and the addicting sense of euphoria that washes over him. It's nothing new, at least in terms of sensations and emotions, but like any addictive sensation or activity he finds himself seeking it out from time to time when it's allowed.

He's not sure how long they've been going at it like this, but it's getting to the point where his hands wander a little more just simply out of habit. His thumb kneads towards Bucky's inner thigh, just massaging it there for a moment as he holds the kiss for a brief moment before pulling back ever so slightly.