Son of a Witch

Bucky felt a new thrill seeing Billy move, the way he pushed into each thrust of fingers like he couldn't get enough. Billy wanted him, showed that want in every inch of his body from the fingers twisting into Bucky's hair to the way his rolled with their rhythm.

"Fuck, babe—" How could he possibly resist the way Billy pleaded to be taken? Bucky shifted until he was between Billy's spread legs, lining them up; he couldn't hold back the groan as he finally entered his lover. Tight and hot and so good; he worked his hips in steady thrusts until he fully seated himself inside his partner, praising Billy the entire time.