Bucky groaned at that offer, interest stirring low in his belly. Feeling Billy's hands pushing at his clothing intensified the feeling; he couldn't wait to get it all off. The shirt Billy had well in hand, only really needing Bucky to raise his arms to draw it off; once it was out of the way he pushed at the fabric still clinging to Billy's torso.

"Yes," he answered, catching a kiss at the corner of Billy's mouth. "I want you, want you with me. Want you feeling so good."