Son of a Witch

He did. Fuck he did. Billy swallowed thickly, and whined as Bucky tugged to fit so perfectly against him. He nodded shakily, watching Bucky's face, eyes tracing over his lips and then deep into that unique shade of blue. "I w-<.i>hhh-- want it so bad," he agreed with a trembling hitch to his voice which made him flush.

Lust over powered logic, and Billy continued to nod, ready to agree to almost anything if Bucky asked for it, or even just implied he wanted it. Billy would fetch him down the moon. "I can-" he assured, will strong, even if his body was lacking, "I swear."