wearingthestars | For Sinistral

"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?"

Nothing existed but Bucky in that moment. And even as Billy's breathing evened out, his limited world view didn't managed to expand much. He was still more or less putty, moving where he was guided with little thought, just drinking in Bucky's touch.

Thankfully he was a little more aware by the time Bucky was carrying him out, delighted by the easy show of strength before he was yelping in surprise, laughing.

He was snuggled into the blankets by the time Bucky returned, half awake, and he smiled sleepily as he shifted closer.

"So good. You sure you want to wait?"

"Not one bit." Greedy hands found warm, smooth skin as Bucky traced from chest to hips. He slid close, rolling his hips against Billy's to let his partner feel how affected he was. "I mean, I do want to wait, get you as desperate as I feel. But I also don't know if I can."

Being this close felt like torture, especially with Billy so warm and seemingly offering. Bucky wanted nothing more than to sink into his partner, bury himself as deep as he could get and stay there. He traced from Billy's hip to his ass, appreciatively squeezing and massaging the muscle.

"I want to open you up," he confessed. "I want to flip you over and go down on you, lick you open until you're ready to take me. Then I'm gonna fuck you until I have nothing left, as many times as I can go until you're so full it's dripping out of you. And if you make me wait now—"

He leaned in for another one of those possessive kisses, losing himself in fully claiming every inch of Billy's mouth. "—if you make me wait, think how much more desperate I'm going to be for you."

Breath shuddering, Billy honestly wasn't so sure he could wait in that moment, despite how tired he was. Feeling Bucky's possessive touch, that hardness rutting against him...hearing those delicious words.

"Jesus-" he managed shakily before his mouth was claimed, stealing his breath away and leaving him panting by the time Bucky was through with him. He wet his lips, hips grinding subtly without really thinking as he tried to catch his body up with his mind, nodding wordlessly in agreement even as he moved to chase down another kiss. He wanted both simultaneously, waring internally between pleasure now or the reward for restraint. His fingers ghosted down Bucky's chest and over his hip, but he made himself stop shy of taking him in hand. He nodded again, trying to hold onto that resolve. "You're going to get me off again all ready if you keep talking like that."

"You like that I can get you off just by talking to you," Bucky pointed out. "You're already thinking about times when we're separated and all you have is my voice. In fact—" he slid his hand down Billy's thigh, tugged that leg up over his hip. It brought them close enough to really move together, rutting against each other with increasing urgency. "—in fact, you're already thinking about our next mission together, just you and me, and how I could start saying dirty things to you at any time. You want that too, don't you? You want to have to keep yourself quiet and hidden while I'm taking you apart."

An attractive image for sure, not that either of them would ever truly jeopardize a mission to that extent. Still, it was fun to tease, especially the more they moved against each other. Even tired Billy knew exactly how to touch Bucky to drive him wild.

"I promised I'd take you until you couldn't physically go anymore," he murmured. "And you keep offering yourself to me, tired or not. Say it one more time and I won't stop, won't let you rest until you've come at least twice more. Can you handle me, if I let go of my restraint?"

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."

Edited 2023-03-12 03:46 (UTC)

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