Impatient. [He chastises lightly, although there's a certain light that sparks up in his eyes when James grips at him. Blunt nails bite into Bucky's shoulders as he arches closer.]

Perhaps I like to relish what's mine for the night, James... [Know that every gasp and twitch is entirely for him, drawn out by him. It's rather gratifying knowing that no code words are needed to have James submit to him.

Still, he shifts up to nip at his lower lip, give it a careful tug.]

But perhaps you like to claim what's yours in a different way... If that's what you want, take it, James.