Son of a Witch

There was a shy smile as Billy read enough of that look to have his typical bashful response whenever he was delivered a compliment.

"You feel like he- aa- fuck," he groaned in surprise as Bucky suddenly took all of him again. Pleasure knocked the train of thought from his mind, and some part of him wondered dimly why his internal monologue could manage a filthy string of consciousness, but saying it aloud with any sort of confidence felt so difficult.

One hand dropped away to seek support from the wall, breath hiccupping and body instinctively half flinching away from the shocks of pleasure before they became too overwhelming, always making up for it by rocking eagerly back into that beautiful, perfect, heat.