Fleshy tongue protruded past lips, idly swiping against nerve dense tiers to lick the white, salty-sweet residue. Gaze swiftly jumped to James’ face, curiously and silently gaging his reaction before blonde brows cocked upwards in an amused display. Steve was impressed, fascinated really; actions motivated by a deep hunger within his abdomen. It was obvious, wasn’t it? — Embarrassingly so. Body began responding to the stimulus, producing noises, and right hand slapped over his stomach to suffocate the sounds resonating within. As he stepped closer, his left hand extended, landing upon Bucky’s shoulder to bring him in closer, too. Across the counter, the baker and cake decorator offered both men an amused and knowing look. Hands deftly worked a bag of icing, spreading the creamy, vanilla icing on the five tier cake with such delicate expertise. It was a work of art in the hands of a food artist. ❝ I know I said the sample cupcake would be enough, but now I regret my words. Want to share half the cake, Buck ? ❞ Elbow protruded to offer the brunette man a playful nudge. Be it a terribly skinny, underdeveloped body or a highly metabolic and fit body, Steve had the luxury of enjoying sweets and delicacies at his leisure. Thank god. When the baker concluded the masterful decorating, Steve’s hands clapped together in a resolute fashion before he reached for his wallet. ❝ Two slices, please. ❞