Son of a Witch

"Look at you. Gorgeous." It was only the first of a string of praise, Bucky reaching down to take Billy in hand, work him through it and prolong the sensations as much as possible. Truly it was a high to know he could bring Billy off just like this; it promised a lot in future fun.

"I'm so proud of you," he promised as Billy started to come down, a steadying hand at his hip to hold him up. Lips trailed along skin, tasting the sweat of their activities mingled with the water from the shower. "You make me want to shove you to your knees and feed my cock right into that pretty little mouth. But I'm not gonna do that, and you know why?"

He drew back, drawing the moment out as long as he could with another kiss. "I'm gonna put you right in that bed and let you rest, deny myself until I'm frantic with the need to be in you. Then I'm gonna open you up and fuck you two, three times in a row because I'm not gonna be able to take my hands off of you. You want that baby?"