some of the sounds that come out of him are probably a little exaggerated. it’s not entirely intentional, but after spending so much of his life not really being able to react to much of anything, he’s had to relearn a lot of things. oftentimes, he’d been forced into silence, so even if he had the ability to feel anything other than fear and anger, he was never really allowed to express it. he’s had to go through a lot in order to get to this point. and even if he exaggerates some things, it’s mostly because he can. he’s allowed to express how he feels, and thus, he’s able to express how Milo makes him feel in this moment. Milo may not know much of anything about his past, but he doesn’t seem to mind the way Bucky sounds anyways, so he figures it’s okay either way.
his mind might be carefully blank, but even so, every action Milo does, it’s stored somewhere in the back of his mind- probably all the things he’d like to remember when he’s alone with just his hand for comfort. they’ve barely even started anything, but hey . . . Bucky’s only a man at the end of the day. this man just happens to be depraved and craving as much physical connection as possible. he’s been alone far too long and even though he’s carefully removed sexual contact from any emotional ties, there is something so very human about it, and even if all his wires are entangled with one another, somewhere they still manage to connect.
he sighs in content at the pressure of Milo’s fingers against his skin. it’s grounding, keeps him present, and maybe that’s all this is about anyways. finding something to anchor him, keeping him from drifting out into the uncertainties of the sea.
Bucky almost forgot about the chain around his neck; it’s not like he ever takes it off, so maybe that’s not completely surprising. they’ve just become a part of him at this point. however, he’s forced to remember their importance when Milo fishes them out from underneath his shirt. he’s ready to protest, but the words die on his tongue as Milo uses them as leverage to pull him forward and- well, isn’t that just something? he wets his lips as he looks between Milo’s eyes and down to his lips, barely hearing him as all the blood in his body seems to go downwards really fast. which would probably be embarrassing if he wasn’t already evidently turned on. whatever. maybe it wasn’t that important anyways, because suddenly Milo is kissing him again, and that’s the only thing Bucky can seemingly focus on as his eyes close again, just enjoying the feeling of Milo’s lips against his own as he kisses him back. honestly, Bucky would probably be content just kissing Milo without any sort of physicality to it, but the slow rolling of his hips tease him, earning another delighted sound from him.
Milo was right though- Bucky does like his hands on his chest. they leave goosebumps in their wake and a short gasp that follows. he responds by carefully moving his legs to wrap around Milo’s. he’s just about to lean in and kiss him again, only to open his eyes, startled, when Milo’s hands find the point where flesh ends and metal begins. the scar tissue is sensitive to touch and he involuntarily flinches. Bucky should have known that was going to happen eventually; he was too driven by his desire to even consider that a possibility, but now that he has, and he’s forced to watch Milo retreating away from him, he panics in a way that remains invisible to the naked eye. then, he’s slowly moving his hands upwards to wrap loosely around Milo’s neck, pulling him back down towards him.
“it’s just a prosthetic, Milo. don’t freak out about it,” he murmurs. he’s looking at Milo, eyes tracing all his features. he knows he should say more about it, but instead, he’s pulling him right back into another kiss.