"Heh," Billy flushed reflexively, a dismissive laugh, but it was hard not to feel desirable when he could feel the way Bucky was looking at him.

"I'd trust you with anything, you know that," he murmured, wondering if he always been the sort of person who'd could be turned on by the thrill of the knife, or it was just because it was Bucky.

"You can have anything you want," he swore, leaning back to try and steal another kiss for himself.