Son of a Witch

He welcomed Billy close, strong arms going around him to hold him there, fingers idly stroking along his skin. He wanted, but it also felt good to hold Billy close in the aftermath, feel his breathing even out and his pulse slow to normal.

Eventually he nudged Billy to lean back so he could introduce soap into the picture, washing the mess of their play and their day before that down the drain. He couldn't linger as long as he wanted — they'd used up a great deal of the hot water already, and it wasn't unlimited — but the bathroom was pleasantly steamy-warm when they stepped out. The fire heated the rest of the space and Bucky teasingly carried Billy to the bed just to toss him in it with a laugh. He left Billy only to tend the fireplace, adding more wood and coaxing the flames to a pleasant crackling blaze before sliding under the covers with his partner.

"Feeling good?"