Well if Doom did manage to track them down he'd have to be damn stupid to interrupt them like this.

But Doom was far from Bucky's mind, too focused on Billy right now. He turned just enough to kiss Billy's cheek, then angled the tip of the knife into the fabric. It took concentration to catch the threads without cutting skin but Billy would no doubt feel how aroused it made Bucky. Inch by inch he worked from one hip to the other; inch by inch a sliver of skin was revealed where fabric parted.

"I want to peel you out of this," he murmured. "Then I want to put my mouth all over you. Every inch, I want to taste you."