There it was: Billy in orgasm, not that Bucky had any doubts that he'd achieve that peak of pleasure. He had to work to keep up with the rush of it, swallowing what he could and working Billy through it to draw out the sensations as long as possible. Some of the mess dribbled from the corner of his mouth as he pulled back, licking Billy's softening cock and his own lips.

"Perfect, babe," he managed, sitting back on his heels so Billy could see how he tugged his own cock with his left hand, very much turned on by his partner. Probably a good thing that Billy couldn't float away, as hot as the sight would be. Bucky's cognitive function had momentarily dropped, focused more on their shared pleasure than anything else.