The tile of the wall was cool against Billy's back, and he gave a shudder of surprise before disappearing into that kiss. They'd only been apart a short time, but Billy killed him like he was touch starved, laughing breathlessly at Bucky's question.

"I promise," he assured, pinching teasingly at his ribs, and sighing gratefully as that thigh slid into place. He rut against him with trembling breath, trying to make himself go slow. They had all the time in the world, but it was clearly a struggle for Billy.

"I want--" he paused, not only because it was hard to narrow it down, but because with his powers those were dangerous words to utter aloud. "...I want you to just...wreck me," he said, and then laughed bashfully, "I...trust you," he tried to clarify, "I trust you to push me past my limits to that place where you're just...a happy little puddle that doesn't know your own name. That was like a super vague extensional thing answer when I should have said something like 'fuck my face', wasn't it? Fuck."