Son of a Witch

Bucky had no complaints at all about Billy's lack of dress; he loved how tightly fitted the uniform looked but seeing it slashed to pieces by his knife and barely clinging to its owner made his blood sing. It made him even more aware that he still had most of his clothes on, a very good reason to follow Billy to his feet after that kiss. And to crowd Billy against the wall, capturing his lips again and rolling his hips slowly.

"You look so good like this, disheveled and wanting and wearing my come. You're like a wet dream come to life," he murmured. "Wanna fuck until we both collapse from it, then start all over again." It may have been a while for Bucky, and a not inconsiderable amount of wanting his partner. He felt like he really could go all night if Billy asked him to, just keep fucking until he literally collapsed.