Son of a Witch

"It is so hard to pull myself away from you," he confessed between kisses, clearly happy at the path Billy's hands traveled. "Especially when you touch me like that." Everything about how Billy moved, really. Especially trapped against the wall as he was; it gave Bucky ideas that he only shelved on account of the wall still being a little cool and the shower promising more in warmth.

"You wanna?" he managed, want and wonder mingling in his voice. He couldn't literally go all night but he could probably go more than someone without his enhancements. Already he was hard, grinding his erection against Billy's body to let him know the effect he had on Bucky. "Feel like I should warn you that I might be a lot. I don't want that to be too much."

But oh, if Billy really wanted it? If he wanted, if he allowed Bucky to keep fucking him long after exhaustion, to keep burying himself in that lithe body even when Billy couldn't get it up any more? The thought was more attractive than it should be, stirring something dark and possessive deep inside. Bucky wanted Billy, but he also wanted Billy to be his.