wearingthestars | For Sinistral

Bucky had no complaints at all about Billy's lack of dress; he loved how tightly fitted the uniform looked but seeing it slashed to pieces by his knife and barely clinging to its owner made his blood sing. It made him even more aware that he still had most of his clothes on, a very good reason to follow Billy to his feet after that kiss. And to crowd Billy against the wall, capturing his lips again and rolling his hips slowly.

"You look so good like this, disheveled and wanting and wearing my come. You're like a wet dream come to life," he murmured. "Wanna fuck until we both collapse from it, then start all over again." It may have been a while for Bucky, and a not inconsiderable amount of wanting his partner. He felt like he really could go all night if Billy asked him to, just keep fucking until he literally collapsed.

Billy was easily crowded, a breathless and eager look on his face even before his lips were captured, and he groaned with a pleading whine to his voice as he responded in kind. His hands slid up over Bucky's shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck, words painting the most vivid pictures in his minds eye.

"Can we?" Billy managed, breath hot, "Can I be your living dream? 'TIl we can't-" That might have been just talk from anyone else, but Bucky could really do it, couldn't he?

"It is so hard to pull myself away from you," he confessed between kisses, clearly happy at the path Billy's hands traveled. "Especially when you touch me like that." Everything about how Billy moved, really. Especially trapped against the wall as he was; it gave Bucky ideas that he only shelved on account of the wall still being a little cool and the shower promising more in warmth.

"You wanna?" he managed, want and wonder mingling in his voice. He couldn't literally go all night but he could probably go more than someone without his enhancements. Already he was hard, grinding his erection against Billy's body to let him know the effect he had on Bucky. "Feel like I should warn you that I might be a lot. I don't want that to be too much."

But oh, if Billy really wanted it? If he wanted, if he allowed Bucky to keep fucking him long after exhaustion, to keep burying himself in that lithe body even when Billy couldn't get it up any more? The thought was more attractive than it should be, stirring something dark and possessive deep inside. Bucky wanted Billy, but he also wanted Billy to be his.

He might feel otherwise once he's overstimulated and thoroughly worn out, but in that moment Billy felt sure he could think of nothing more appealing. "I really do," he swore, gasping softly and rocking to meet him with a needy expression. "Long as you want, I'm yours."

His finger pet through Bucky's hair, looking up into his eyes like he was the only person in the whole world who mattered.

"Fuck," he swore softly as Billy rocked and rolled his hips to meet him. "You gotta promise you'll tell me to stop if it's too much."

He didn't want to stop but already he could feel himself rushing toward the edge, the want ramping higher with every brush of Billy's fingers and sinuous roll of his hips. He knew he should reign himself in, pull back from the edge of immediate satisfaction so that he could really give it to his partner once Billy recovered a little more.

"Go get the water running babe," he murmured in between kisses to Billy's throat, mapping out every inch. "I wanna grab the stuff from my bag, we need lube."

"I will," Billy swore earnestly, lifting his head to give Bucky more room.

It was difficult for him to pull away too, indulging a moment longer before pulling his arms away, swallowing thickly and nodding. "Don't be too long," he encouraged with a shy smile, ducking away and into the bathroom after a final parting kiss.

He stripped away the shredded remains of his costume, getting the shower ready and stepping under the spray once it was warm enough with a sigh of relief.

Don't be too long but it still took Bucky a few minutes to shed his boots, pants, and the various weapons and holsters that made up his mission gear. He tossed an extra log on the fire and dug through his gear for the small cache of toiletries he'd packed. Nothing too fancy, but he had the promised lotion, and plenty of it. Sometimes the skin around his arm got irritated; the dry winter air didn't help. But it meant they had plenty of the stuff.

Grabbing the bag he made a beeline for the bathroom. The sight that greeted him — Billy under the shower, water running down the dips and curves of lithe muscle — stirred his desire again. "Look at you. Beautiful."

The heat from the shower relaxed away tension Billy didn't even know he was carrying, skin pink, and flush, and he was particularly grateful for that fact when he turned to see how Bucky looked on him. He ducked his head a bit bashfully, but didn't otherwise try to hide himself.

"It feels so good under here," he promised, moving to make room for Bucky under the spray. His dick gave an anticipatory twitch, and his hips shifted against the air, swallowing thickly.

"You look so good under there." Skin pink from the heat of the water, little clouds of steam surrounding him, and not a stitch of clothing to hide him from Bucky's greedy eyes. He wasted no time joining his partner, crowding Billy right up against the wall and kissing him until they both ran short of breath. "Pinch me babe, promise me I'm not dreaming."

That sparked all kinds of ideas in him, everything from waking Billy from his dreams with a blowjob to Billy pinching and teasing all of Bucky's sensitive places. He rocked his hips against Billy's, shifting to slip a leg in between his companion's, give Billy a muscular thigh to ride. "What are your favorite things Billy? What do you want me to do to you tonight?"

The tile of the wall was cool against Billy's back, and he gave a shudder of surprise before disappearing into that kiss. They'd only been apart a short time, but Billy killed him like he was touch starved, laughing breathlessly at Bucky's question.

"I promise," he assured, pinching teasingly at his ribs, and sighing gratefully as that thigh slid into place. He rut against him with trembling breath, trying to make himself go slow. They had all the time in the world, but it was clearly a struggle for Billy.

"I want--" he paused, not only because it was hard to narrow it down, but because with his powers those were dangerous words to utter aloud. "...I want you to just...wreck me," he said, and then laughed bashfully, "I...trust you," he tried to clarify, "I trust you to push me past my limits to that place where you're just...a happy little puddle that doesn't know your own name. That was like a super vague extensional thing answer when I should have said something like 'fuck my face', wasn't it? Fuck."

Bucky kissed a trail from Billy's lips down his neck, making soft little sounds of encouragement. He knew by now the general shape of Billy's magic, how careless words could come with unintended consequences. Bucky recognized the effort it took, especially combined with the topic of the request. He gave a final nuzzle and a little nip to the join between neck and shoulder before pulling back a little bit to speak.

"You want me to take you apart," he summarized. "You know how focused I can be and you want all that attention not on a mission, but on you and only you." His hand dropped to Billy's hip and his leg pressed closer, guiding the motion of Billy's rutting. He shifted close enough to kiss, speaking right against Billy's lips. "Piece by piece, you want me to pull you out of your mind until all that's left is your body, endlessly strung out on orgasm after orgasm, all night long."

Something Bucky could give, and safely so. And something Bucky wanted, that feral part of him that needed to possess. But he could also tease, and tease he did by pulling back and shrugging — though his grip on Billy's hip encouraged him to keep riding Bucky's thigh. "Or I can just fuck your face. Your choice."

With each word Billy's breath grew shorter, and his mouth grew drier. There was a trembling undertow to his movements, and he nodded faintly, finger's catching at Bucky as he moved with increasing need. His gaze jumped between his eyes and those lips, ghosting close in want of the kiss he was sure would come when those words ended.

Which let a surprised little broken sound slip past his lips unguarded when Bucky drew back. He flushed belatedly, laughing bashfully, well and truly worked up as he rode that muscular thigh with increasing need. "Ta-take me apart-" he managed, voice catching with how dry it had become. The second option was obviously welcomed of course, if Bucky wanted to use that as a tool to do so.

"Hmm..." Bucky pretended to think about it, watching Billy, feeling the desperation in his fingertips. He'd still been through quite the ordeal getting here; in the excitement to crawl all over each other he couldn't allow himself to forget that.

"You're going to come just like this," he decided. "You're not allowed to touch yourself. You can touch me, but only to keep your balance. I want you riding my leg while I tell you everything I'm gonna do to you, until you come just from my words, spill all over me right here because of how high I bring you."

"Fuuuck," Billy breathed a in shuddering tone, eyes falling closed as he drank it in, and he nodded shakily. It was exactly what he wanted, and it took him only a moment before those dark eyes opened again to focus on Bucky's, swallowing thickly and letting the rest of the water outside this shower melt away for the moment.

He shifted against him with a hushed whine, and had to hold himself back to touching either of them, fingertips twitching in the air before stilling again.

"Tell me-" he pleaded.

"I'm gonna fuck your face," he started, leaning closer and licking a stripe up Billy's throat. From there he found his way to Billy's ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth before murmuring, low and heated.

"I'm gonna lay you right out on the bed, open your mouth and suck me off until I'm hard and aching for you. Then I'm gonna feed you my cock until I see it bulging in your throat, feel you swallow around me. Bet you'll feel so good, your pretty little magic mouth all stretched around me. You'll feel so sweet, so greedy for me to come right down your throat. You want it, don't you? Wanna taste how good I am?" Probably best to pause there, breathe and take in Billy's state before telling him more.

The affect it had on Billy was audible, breath uneven and longing, and god he wanted to disappear into those words. Even Billy's characteristic flush had shifted, less bashful in this moment and more lustful as he nodded hungrily. How the hell did Bucky learn to paint a picture with his words like that?

"Want it so bad-- every inch of you, Buck-" he swore breathily, and he turned his head to try and steal a kiss with a pleading whine.

Bucky certainly didn't plan to deny Billy kisses; it was enough to take away his ability to stroke himself off. So he granted the kiss eagerly, making it as filthy as he could, tongue delving right into Billy's mouth to explore every corner. "Gonna taste myself on your lips just like that," he promised. "You're doing so good for me."

The hand at Billy's hip squeezed briefly, then shifted to rest in the curve of his trim waist. "You'll get all of me. My hands petting every inch of your body, all your sensitive spots. Every place you let me trace with my blade, I want to lick you all over."

The shower swept away the evidence of just how that kiss and that praise affected him, precome weeping from him as he rut without shame. Even those noises came easier than before, a eager moan caught between them, and pretty little sighs. He caught a hand against Bucky's chest- at first to steady himself, but he cheated the moment out as long as he could.

"Bucky-" he gasped, painfully hard, and it took all of his will power not to give in and take himself in hand.

"That's it babe. You're doing so well." Another kiss, because Billy really moved so nicely; those hips gave Bucky ideas.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he continued. "Feels good to me, the way you move. You feel this nice riding my leg, you're gonna feel even better riding my cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Feel me filling you up while I let you move any way you want? Just gonna sit you right down on my lap, let you go to town while I touch you all over. Bet it won't even take me long to get you off just like that. You want it, don't you? You're so close..."

He whined wantonly, nodding and biting hard on his lip, movements increasingly erratic ."So clo-," he echoed, breaking off in a desperate gasp, teetering right on the edge.

"I ca- Buck- Bucky, I--"

"Show me," he murmured right next to Billy's ear. Bucky's own hips got into the action, rocking a counterpoint to Billy's movements.

"I want to see you come just for me." He pressed the words against heated skin, sealed them there with a kiss. "I know you can do it. I want to see how much you want this, how beautiful you're going to be. C'mon Billy, come for me, now, right now—"

"Oh god...fuck--" That command triggered something in him Billy didn't know was even possible, climax violently overtaking him all at once. All without a single hand. He didn't doubt in that moment Bucky coax that reaction out of him without any touch at all if he wanted, though god only knew if he could survive that.

As it was, it took his breath away, spurting multiple stripes as the feeling stretched out, leaving his knees weak.

"Th-thank you- fuck- thank you," he panted.

Edited 2023-02-14 05:56 (UTC)

"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?"

Billy drank in that praise with a half drunk look as that high washed over him, mind all but empty in that moment.

He whined softly as Bucky denied him, and further drew out that moment with that kiss that he couldn't possibly resist despite how badly he wanted to know his reasoning. He was breathless again by the time he was released, which kept him quiet long enough to hear Bucky speak, eyes going dark with lust. He swallowed thickly and nodded with a hungry look.

"...fuck...so bad, Buck. Please-" he babbled, pressing close.

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?"

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