Son of a Witch

"I've got you-" Billy promised, drinking in those sweet pleas as he worked Bucky closer and closer to the edge. He could have toyed with him if he liked, walked him back and withheld that release, but Billy was too sheltered to even think of of such a thing, and too focused on Bucky's pleasure.

He could feel the shift as it drew closer, watching Bucky's face as he cried out his name, one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. He slowed his movements, not withdrawing all together, but wanting to wring every last drop from him without the pain of over stimulation. Billy'd been marked with most of it, hardly even aware as he pressed soothing kisses to Bucky's throat.