Son of a Witch

"I want you so bad," Bucky replied, rocking his hips with more urgency. He was hard enough to pound nails, or so it felt. "Feel what you do to me, yeah? How much I need you?" He squeezed Billy's ass before leaning away, frantically searching the bedside table until he found the lotion. Not the best lube in the world but it would work until they got something better.

"Gonna drive you crazy," he murmured as he fumbled the top off the lotion, coated his fingers with the stuff. "Lemme— lemme know if it's not good, don't wanna hurt you." He wanted to open Billy up, make sure he was loose enough to take Bucky comfortably. Reigning in enough patience to go slow wasn't easy but he forced himself to focus on being careful.