Son of a Witch

"Billy..." Bucky pressed closer, nuzzling Billy's hip, breathing hard already. Fingers pushed at fabric, eager to peel it away from Billy's cock. Bucky's tongue darted out a moment later, flicking against the head.

"Tell me if you need to stop—" Honestly the fact that he got all the words out deserved praise, considering how eager he felt. Bucky curled the fingers of his right hand around the base of Billy's cock, holding it steady for him to lick a hot stripe up the length. That was all the tease he could manage before his patience wore out and he took Billy into his mouth, licking and sucking to learn his shape and taste.