Bucky was trembling as Clint opened the box, fidgeting as he waited for the other to react and the moaned at the order. Both in relief and in arousal as he leaned forward obediently and then pulled his hair out of the way. He had thought about cutting it, but he was pretty sure Clint would loudly protest. “yessir.” Bucky agreed, panting a little at the feeling of the collar around his throat. It wasn’t the right one, of course, but it was a good placeholder until Clint got the one he wanted. “I love you.” Bucky whispered as he was pulled in for a kiss, kissing the other just as desperately. “i’m still gonna fuck you anytime I get the chance to.” he informed the other, because at the end of the day, Bucky was still a brat.