Son of a Witch

No danger here. The thrill of it maybe, if Billy was agreeable, but nothing that would actually harm him, especially without his magic at his disposal. Bucky took as much as Billy surrendered, nipping at his lips, exploring every inch of his mouth with his tongue.

Eventually he let Billy stand up straight again, pulling him close enough for his ass to be snug against Bucky's pelvis. He hooked his chin over Billy's shoulder, looking down the line of his body while teasing the fabric over Billy's hip bones with the point of his knife.

"Do you have any idea what it does to me, seeing you like this? Knowing that you trust me to touch you like this?"