Bucky sighed his way through the entire process. He loved to be teased and loved to be touched so this was a good night for him. No matter how often Clint did this, or similar things, Bucky never seamed to get enough. Too many years of being totally deprived of physical contact had left him skin hungry and touch starved. He was happy to kiss the other back, eyes fluttering at him before he smiled. “this is great.” he admitted. “I love you.” he couldn't stop saying it. Like he was afraid this was all a dream, or like Clint might forget if he didn’t keep saying it. Or maybe he was just so thrilled he could say it that now he couldn’t stop.