wearingthestars | For Sinistral

Billy's hands rose instinctively to cast a spell, and he cursed under his breath, pulling the Doom-bot's cloak down over his eye instead and ducking past him. It didn't give him much time, but it was enough to get a head start. And really, he didn't need to get far, he just had to hook back up with Bucky. And get the hell out of the castle, but one step at a time.

He ran out and nearly toppled right over a banister, hearing a commotion below that he hoped was Bucky, because his Doom-bot was right behind him, and Billy didn't have much time to think before throwing himself over the banister.

"Little help?!?" he called as he fell, praying the super soldier's hands weren't too full to stop him hitting the ground. God, he wished he could fly right now.

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Billy smiled, looking into Bucky's eyes with an intimacy he'd never felt between them, and he felt his breath fall away as suddenly those lips were on him.

He'd imagined this hundreds of times, but nothing could compare to the reality of it. There was a moment of hesitation on Billy's end- unsure- before he responded, a soft sound on his lips as the kiss was over far too soon for his liking.

"...very real-" he replied numbly, bashful and grinning like an idiot. "Can we do that again?"

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He very nearly stopped with that hesitation; something like relief washed over him when Billy started to respond to the kiss. He'd worried that he'd read it wrong, but as long as Billy seemed to want this, Bucky had no problems giving it to him.

Instead of replying Bucky complied, capturing Billy's lips for another kiss — harsher this time, with more hunger. He wanted so much; part of him still didn't believe that he could actually have this with Billy. That part had his grip tightening, pulling Billy closer and probably bent a little awkwardly so that Bucky could all but devour his mouth. He couldn't put into words how much he wanted, but maybe Billy would taste it in the press of lips and play of tongues.

"I want you," he breathed when they finally broke apart. "Don't ever doubt how much I want you."

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"Mm-" Billy whined into the kiss, more than happy to surrender to Bucky, responding just as eagerly. He bent only as much as Bucky pulled him, knowing there was still a knife in play somewhere, but wholly trusting Bucky not to place him in danger.

He was all but panting by the time they broke apart, a breathless laugh on his lips. "...Wow. That was- ...wow."

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No danger here. The thrill of it maybe, if Billy was agreeable, but nothing that would actually harm him, especially without his magic at his disposal. Bucky took as much as Billy surrendered, nipping at his lips, exploring every inch of his mouth with his tongue.

Eventually he let Billy stand up straight again, pulling him close enough for his ass to be snug against Bucky's pelvis. He hooked his chin over Billy's shoulder, looking down the line of his body while teasing the fabric over Billy's hip bones with the point of his knife.

"Do you have any idea what it does to me, seeing you like this? Knowing that you trust me to touch you like this?"

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Billy breathed heavily, wetting his lips as he watched the knife toy over him. He swallowed thickly, still surprised by how much it seemed to affect him, and he breathed a small laugh, "I might have a bit of an idea," he answered cheekily, "Fuck-"

There was so much they should be concerning themselves with, but how was Billy supposed to think of anything else right now? They had a sizable head start. The storm was hiding them. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves for a bit?

"I'd trust you with anything, Bucky," Billy swore.

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Well if Doom did manage to track them down he'd have to be damn stupid to interrupt them like this.

But Doom was far from Bucky's mind, too focused on Billy right now. He turned just enough to kiss Billy's cheek, then angled the tip of the knife into the fabric. It took concentration to catch the threads without cutting skin but Billy would no doubt feel how aroused it made Bucky. Inch by inch he worked from one hip to the other; inch by inch a sliver of skin was revealed where fabric parted.

"I want to peel you out of this," he murmured. "Then I want to put my mouth all over you. Every inch, I want to taste you."

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Billy hardly dared to breath, watching intently, closing his eyes to breath out a shuddering sigh at Bucky's words and pressing his lips together tightly.

"Fuck, do you have any idea how hot that is? Where do you learn to talk like that?" He was sure he couldn't possibly match that sure and confident tone, let alone find the words.

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"Just bein' honest," he murmured, nipping at Billy's earlobe to punctuate the sentence. "I mean, look at you." Bucky held the knife flat against the strip of skin he'd bared, dark metal against pale skin. "Just fuck, you know what I can do with this and you're lettin' me close anyway. How can I not want you?"

Of course, it wasn't just about the knife. Or the night. Bucky's want for Billy wasn't new at all, for all that he'd never acted on it before now. But holding Billy during their escape from the fortress, then later in their flight through the woods, and helping him out of his clothes now, wore Bucky's resistance down to the point of nonexistence. Billy's little sighs, the way he leaned into Bucky, the trust; he couldn't hold back. "Want so much with you."

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"Heh," Billy flushed reflexively, a dismissive laugh, but it was hard not to feel desirable when he could feel the way Bucky was looking at him.

"I'd trust you with anything, you know that," he murmured, wondering if he always been the sort of person who'd could be turned on by the thrill of the knife, or it was just because it was Bucky.

"You can have anything you want," he swore, leaning back to try and steal another kiss for himself.

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"I know." And such a thrill it was too! Bucky shifted his grip to start cutting up towards Billy's chest; the fabric had more give due to having the back already cut open and he didn't need to keep the knife as close to Billy's skin. Instead he gripped Billy's hip with his left hand and ground his own hips against Billy's ass. The friction felt perfect.

"Just want you," he answered, pressing the words to Billy's lips, then granting him that kiss. Slow and as filthy as he could make it, anything he could do to ramp the want in Billy higher. "Want to feel your body next to mine. Want to feel you wrapped around me, want to make you come all night."

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Though he'd never experienced it himself, hearing Bucky speak like that he was fairly certain he could make him come without even needing to lay a finger on him if he continued to speak like that, heat spreading through his face and down into his belly.

"Fuck-"

He couldn't turn while the knife was still in play, so he reach back instead blindly palm him.

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"We'll do that too," he murmured, tipping Billy's chin up so that he could slice all the way through the neckline of Billy's outfit without nicking his skin. Eagerly he rocked into Billy's questing hand, encouraging more touch; even heavy tactical pants couldn't hide his arousal and were quickly becoming confining.

"Wasn't kiddin' about all night—" he kissed Billy's cheek and flicked the fabric at his front open along the lines he'd cut, baring the toned lines of chest and abs. "Tryin' to decide if I should bring you there fast and hard to take the edge off, then take my time enjoying every inch of you... or just edge you along all night until you forget your own name." Realistically speaking they'd probably do more sleeping after the frantic rescue, than sleeping with each other, but it still made for an attractive goal. And with the blizzard predicted to last the better part of the next few days, they wouldn't be leaving any time soon; they had plenty of time to explore and enjoy each other.

He flipped the knife over in his grip, teasing a nipple with the flat edge before angling the blade down, catching the fabric just to the side of Billy's cock. "Beautiful."

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Billy moved easily with Bucky's guidance, lifting his chin and holding still, though his throat bobbed thickly. He felt half drunk with lust, and the pictures Bucky was painting were painfully tantalizing. He released a hot breath, bashful and eager, not sure which of the scenarios was more appealing. He wanted all of it. All of him.

And he struggled to find the words to voice that want, though the intent was clear enough with a low whine of "Please-" breath hitching at that tease, knife turning so deftly.in those skilled hands.

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Bucky answered that needy whine with a nip to Billy's throat, and followed that with a line of kisses down to his shoulder. He tried to slow down, really wanted to savor the moment, but he'd also been holding his own feelings inside for so long that he didn't think he could hold back any more.

"Promise I'll take care of you," he murmured, slicing the bottom half of Billy's outfit open. He moved slowly, partly to tease but mostly because he had a very sharp knife next to a very sensitive body part, cutting a line parallel to Billy's cock and encouraging it to spring free of the fabric. The sight alone drove Bucky's want higher.

"Billy..." he breathed. "C'mon, c'mere, here, right here—" Here being the closest wall, the one right outside the little bathroom where Billy could lean and Bucky could drop to his knees, licking his lips before he even got his mouth on his partner.

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Time seemed to slow down, and yet this was all happening so fast. Billy tried to commit the image to memory, knowing he'd think back on this moment for the rest of his life.

He drew in a breath as his cock sprang free, nodding and moving before he was even real aware of what was happening. Bucky could have walked him off a cliff right now and Billy would go with a dumb smile.

"Here?"

And then Bucky was on his knees and Billy blinked down at him in awe, fingers lightly pushing his hair back before his breath was stolen with a silent gasp.

"...god- Bucky- fff-" he cursed

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"Billy..." Bucky pressed closer, nuzzling Billy's hip, breathing hard already. Fingers pushed at fabric, eager to peel it away from Billy's cock. Bucky's tongue darted out a moment later, flicking against the head.

"Tell me if you need to stop—" Honestly the fact that he got all the words out deserved praise, considering how eager he felt. Bucky curled the fingers of his right hand around the base of Billy's cock, holding it steady for him to lick a hot stripe up the length. That was all the tease he could manage before his patience wore out and he took Billy into his mouth, licking and sucking to learn his shape and taste.

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"I w-aah- I will-" Billy managed to promise, lips parted as he gulped down air, looking down at him in awe. His fingers briefly tightened in Bucky's hair at the initial shock of pleasure, though they quickly loosened again, a few apologetic strokes attempting to make amends.

His hips gave a slow roll, fighting with himself not to jerk forward, grateful for the support of the wall, and Bucky's quick thinking. "Y-you look- hh- you look amazing-"

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Bucky practically purred when Billy's fingers tugged at his hair, rewarding his partner with more enthusiastic sucking. If they kept on all night as Bucky suggested, Billy would likely discover how much he liked having his hair played with. He had great hair for it too, long enough for Billy to get his hands into and tug as much as he wanted.

Bucky let his hand fall away and his throat relax with that slow roll, using the motion to take Billy all the way to the root. He held his partner's gaze, sucking and working his tongue against Billy's cock for as long as he could, eyes crinkling at the corners with the praise. Even when he needed to back off he didn't go far, working the head between his lips as his left hand reached down to palm himself.

Edited Date: 2022-06-28 03:15 am (UTC)

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Billy'd wanted to lose his hands in that hair for ages. He'd imagined moments like this, of course, but other more casually intimate ones too, where that sort of closeness wasn't questioned. Bucky's head in his laps while they watched some old movie, brushing it back from his eyes...

Those more innocent touches were quickly forgotten for the moment when Bucky performed that very un-innocent act, Billy hardly daring to blink as they locked eyes, sure that image would be burned into his memory for the rest of time. He remembered to breath again when Bucky backed off, shakily gulping down air with a bashful laugh, and smoothing that hair back from Bucky's face.

"You just- ....oh wow-" he murmured, and then flushed at how innocent he sounded, "...you make that look so easy, Buck-"

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As far as Bucky was concerned, Billy's hands could be in his hair whenever Billy wanted. The casual touches were something he never considered merely because he'd never considered that Billy could even want anything of the sort.

He didn't dwell for long though, focused instead on the pleasure he could see in Billy's face and the soft touches that brushed hair out of his eyes. It felt like a drug almost, the thrill he got from bringing Billy pleasure; the more Billy responded, the more he wanted to give. It's easy with you, he tried to convey with his eyes, because he wasn't ready to stop working his mouth over Billy's cock. Especially with such sweet words falling from his lips, the touch of innocence where moments ago Billy had leaned into the caress of Bucky's knife. He took him to the root again, backed off, took him again, backed off — the entire time his hand worked more and more frantically against the front of his own pants, shoving the button and zip open enough to palm himself roughly.

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There was a shy smile as Billy read enough of that look to have his typical bashful response whenever he was delivered a compliment.

"You feel like he- aa- fuck," he groaned in surprise as Bucky suddenly took all of him again. Pleasure knocked the train of thought from his mind, and some part of him wondered dimly why his internal monologue could manage a filthy string of consciousness, but saying it aloud with any sort of confidence felt so difficult.

One hand dropped away to seek support from the wall, breath hiccupping and body instinctively half flinching away from the shocks of pleasure before they became too overwhelming, always making up for it by rocking eagerly back into that beautiful, perfect, heat.

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Billy needed to get used to compliments eventually, because they'd keep coming. Just like the pleasure, hopefully: Bucky certainly enjoyed being on his knees and feeling Billy shiver and shake because of him. He wanted to see Billy undone, to hear and feel and taste his pleasure. He planned to keep going unless Billy pushed him away or otherwise cried out to stop; a pity only that he couldn't speak around his mouthful, couldn't tell Billy how much he wanted his new lover.

He moaned around Billy's cock, his eyes fluttering closed as his own enjoyment spiked higher. The world around them could be falling apart and he wouldn't care; all that mattered was that after waiting so long he shared this moment with Billy.

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At least he didn't try to shrug them off anymore. Bucky had broken him off that habit quickly enough, at least when they came from him. And it seemed like the same might be true of accepting all the pleasure Bucky was prepared to give, if that threat earlier was even half true, something Billy was equal parts thrilled and terrified to experience.

He continued valiantly to murmur praises and encouragements groans turned to whines, gasping for breath. His cock was leaking and hips jerking with erratic twitches with suggested he wouldn't last much longer under Bucky's talents.

"B-aaa- Bucky- I caa-" he panted. cheeks hots as he tried to warn him, wetting his lips and swallowing thickly.

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Damn but he loved doing this; no fantasy could compare to making Billy come undone. It felt like a dream, save for the hardness of the floor under his knees and the chill still clinging to both their skin. Those small discomforts didn't matter; they only underlined how real everything was.

Bucky petted Billy's hip clumsily, acknowledgment of the half a warning; the other half came from the desperation in his movements and how he started to lose control. Bucky wanted more: more of Billy letting go, more of the loosening of his own control. After another caught breath he swallowed Billy down again, working furiously to try to tip him over the edge.

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There was a whine half caught in his throat, a desperate sound that Billy had little control over, though was thankfully well beyond being embarrassed by in this moment. He murmured curses in a breathless way that sounded almost like his spells, pressure abruptly overflowing all at once with a stuttered gasp announcing it a fraction of a second before release overtook him.

It was perhaps a good thing Doom had done what he had, not only for it leading to this moment, but if he'd had access to his magic in this moment he very well might have floated away with the surge of bliss he felt..

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