Son of a Witch

Bucky certainly didn't plan to deny Billy kisses; it was enough to take away his ability to stroke himself off. So he granted the kiss eagerly, making it as filthy as he could, tongue delving right into Billy's mouth to explore every corner. "Gonna taste myself on your lips just like that," he promised. "You're doing so good for me."

The hand at Billy's hip squeezed briefly, then shifted to rest in the curve of his trim waist. "You'll get all of me. My hands petting every inch of your body, all your sensitive spots. Every place you let me trace with my blade, I want to lick you all over."