The affect it had on Billy was audible, breath uneven and longing, and god he wanted to disappear into those words. Even Billy's characteristic flush had shifted, less bashful in this moment and more lustful as he nodded hungrily. How the hell did Bucky learn to paint a picture with his words like that?

"Want it so bad-- every inch of you, Buck-" he swore breathily, and he turned his head to try and steal a kiss with a pleading whine.