He loved when you did this

You’d decided that today would be a date kind of day, where you’d both stay in, lay in bed and lazily make out/cuddle all day

On days like this, there was one thing you’d do that constantly drove Bucky wild, completely out of his damn mind

You were doing it now, even. He had one large hand on your hip, the other wound around your neck as he presses slow, lazy kisses to your lips, like he had been doing on and off for hours

But you? You were barely participating. No. You were making him do all the work, and doing that thing. Winding your fingers in the chain of his dog tags, using them to pull him closer, playing with them offhandedly as he kissed at you. And he knows damn well you’re doing it to rile him up. You always do

And don’t you know, it works like a charm?