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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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kiss kiss~

[sinistral]

Bucky blinked and suddenly Billy was right there, kneeling in front of him. Then he was even more there, pressing close and Bucky eagerly leaned into those caresses, each and every kiss. He was sloppy with it, drunk on the lust coursing through his veins, the shock of pleasure from Billy's fingers curling around him. The lingering chill in the cabin didn't matter, the hard floor under his knees didn't matter. What mattered was the desire Billy had awakened in him, how he wanted to bring to life his promise to keep going all night.

"Billy—" he panted against the next kiss, the end of the word falling into a whine. "So good— your hand..."A quick learner of speed and pressure, seemingly, figuring out how Bucky liked it. It wouldn't take much more at all for him to spill over both of them.

Re: kiss kiss~

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He'd never heard his name sound quite like that before. Billy was sure it had never sounded quite so good, and he nodded as he tried to coax more of those sounds from Bucky. His hand curled over Bucky's for a few strokes, working in time with him before taking over.

"You close, Buck?" he breathed against the other man's jaw, words sounding surprisingly filthy coming from him considering how he usually spoke.

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"So close... please..." His hand fell away, letting Billy take over, placing his pleasure literally in his partner's hands — smaller than his, more delicately shaped, and warmer than the metal. It felt like heaven, especially with Billy pressed so close.

Eyes half closed, breathing heavy he turned all his focus onto the sensations of Billy's hand working him over, Billy's lips brushing his skin. Barely undressed yet every inch of his skin felt on fire from just that little bit of contact and he rolled his hips eagerly against each stroke. "P-please—"

When it hit him it felt like a storm breaking free, sudden and wild. He cried out loudly, voice wrapped around Billy's name without restraint.

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"I've got you-" Billy promised, drinking in those sweet pleas as he worked Bucky closer and closer to the edge. He could have toyed with him if he liked, walked him back and withheld that release, but Billy was too sheltered to even think of of such a thing, and too focused on Bucky's pleasure.

He could feel the shift as it drew closer, watching Bucky's face as he cried out his name, one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. He slowed his movements, not withdrawing all together, but wanting to wring every last drop from him without the pain of over stimulation. Billy'd been marked with most of it, hardly even aware as he pressed soothing kisses to Bucky's throat.

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"Billy," he panted, breathing heavily not just from pleasure but from the release of the restraint on his feelings. He moved his hips with every stroke and twist of Billy's hands, wanting to be closer, wanting more and more. All night, or as much of it as his stamina would allow; as it was he felt another surge of wanting when he opened his eyes to see Billy all marked up with his spill.

"Want you so much," he murmured, tipping his head so Billy had more room to play kisses against his skin. Every touch felt like a new addiction, burned sweetly into his skin. "Give you everything I've got..."

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"You can have all of me," Billy assured, kissing and sucking light marks into that exposed skin. He pushed at Bucky's clothing blindly, sliding soft fingers up under his shirt to feel more of him. If he could just magic it all away... But they'd have to make do with the usual way of things, Billy drawing away just long enough to pull that shirt up and off with Bucky's help.

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Bucky groaned at that offer, interest stirring low in his belly. Feeling Billy's hands pushing at his clothing intensified the feeling; he couldn't wait to get it all off. The shirt Billy had well in hand, only really needing Bucky to raise his arms to draw it off; once it was out of the way he pushed at the fabric still clinging to Billy's torso.

"Yes," he answered, catching a kiss at the corner of Billy's mouth. "I want you, want you with me. Want you feeling so good."

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With the shirt out the way Billy crawled closer, nudging Bucky to sit back so that he could climb into his lap, all while distracted by that lovely mouth.

"I am," he promised, grinding lightly against with a teasing glint in his eye, "Tell me how you want me."

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Bucky sat back, letting Billy push him out of kneeling and into sitting on the floor proper. A hand curved to Billy's cheek, holding him there to trade more kisses. Nothing in the world was more important than exploring Billy's mouth with his tongue, letting Billy learn his own.

"'s no way I don't want you," he murmured when they finally parted for breath. Bucky let his hips rock up, enjoying the weight of Billy in his lap, the way he moved. "Wouldn't mind takin' you for a ride right like this, right here. Should probably get you in the shower and warm up, maybe go down on you again. Wanna see you sit right down on my cock, wanna be in you all night."

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Over taxed as he still was, Billy still shuddered eagerly, youth letting him fall not too far behind the super soldier so soon into things, though no doubt Bucky would soon outpace him.

"Well, now I'm going to be personally offended if we don't get to do every one of those things," he teased with a breathy laugh, "Dunno if I can stand up yet, if you wanna shower you'll either have to wait a sec or carry me."

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"As many times as you wanna do them," he shot back, cheekily. It was tempting to make a pun about doing each other but he refrained (though it took a mighty effort; he deserved a medal for restraint). "Though maybe not right here. I got nothin' in my pocket good for lube."

He rolled his hips up, partly to express growing interest, partly to show that he could still move in very interesting ways despite Billy's weight across his hips. "Don't mind takin' a few minutes here, just enjoying having you close."

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"Oh, right-" Billy lifted a hand away for a moment like he planned to magic some up for them, and then remembered that helpful trick wouldn't work. Hopefully this place had something that would work well enough for them. "...gotta add that to our checklist for missions now I guess," he teased.

His breath caught, groaning softly and grinding back lightly. Didn't want to work him up too much without something to help aid the way. Billy stole a moment for another kiss, and flushed, looking at him in wonder. "You really like me??" he asked, as though it weren't plainly obvious.

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"We have a checklist? What else are you putting on it?" He grabbed that hand, brought it to his lips to kiss Billy's fingertips. He didn't want Billy to be focusing too badly on his missing magic; they'd escaped Doom's forces and bought themselves some time. A night of indulging the newly discovered spark between them wouldn't hurt.

In response to the grinding Bucky's left hand found Billy's ass, squeezing one cheek before just resting there, heavy and hopefully not too cold. "Yeah, I like you. Like what we're doin' but I ain't looking just for sex." Another squeeze, and another stolen kiss. "Not arguing against the sex, mind you. Really want that too."

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"I mean it used to be like batteries, and rope and mission things. Though I guess those could be sexy things too..." he mused, and then laughed shyly. "Lube- now. Obviously. In case we're caught without magic again. Or otherwise too occupied for a spell."

The chill was more welcome now that Bucky had gotten his blood flowing. "Same," he breathed ineloquently, and then laughed again, "With the liking, and the sex, and...god, I can't be this lucky."

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"I can make batteries and rope into something sexy. With a little more planning." Something between a tease and a promise, Bucky squeezing Billy's ass again. Billy's workout routine differed from Bucky's own and right now he couldn't help but appreciate what it did for Billy's legs and backside. "I got lotion we can use in my bag. Won't be as good but it'll work for as long as you wanna fuck. I wasn't kidding about all night."

Sex, with naps in between while the storm raged outside. Could anything be better? Bucky still felt the high of their escape underneath the high of bringing each other to orgasm. He wanted to keep going.

"No luck here babe, just me." Lucky and Bucky, they kind of went together. "And right now you can have whatever you want, anything at all and I'll give it to you."

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Billy flushed, an eager look passing over his face at those future possibilities, looking some how far more innocent than he had any right looking when he was pressed against him like that.

"We'll see how long I can keep up with a Super Soldier, mm?" Billy encouraged, sure he'd have to tap out due to exhaustion/over stimulation long before Bucky, but that was a thrilling challenge in and of itself.

"Who needs magic?" he teased with a breathless smile.

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Bucky filed that reaction away for later; the cabin didn't have the right kind of supplies for that kind of play — and he never imagined he'd need to pack those kinds of supplies alongside survival gear and essentials. Note to self for next time, apparently.

"Ain't a competition. Jus' want you to enjoy yourself." Bucky didn't want the good kind of exhausted to bleed into the bad kind of exhausted. "We've got at least a couple days before the storm clears. I don't mind resting a little now, getting warm again, and keeping you up all night after a nap." He was still very interested, especially with Billy sitting astride his lap, but realistically they hadn't had the easiest trek here. And the floor was starting to feel cold.

"Maybe we shower, get warmed up. Maybe we play a little in the shower. Then we roll around in that big bed together? What do you think?"

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"I think I'd like that," Billy agreed, feeling the chill more now as the post orgasm haze began to lift, and he gave a bashful laugh, ducking to indulge in another kiss before shifting to remove himself from Bucky's lap. He felt a little more steady now, and very aware of his lack of dress compared to Bucky, making him laugh bashfully.

"Let's get in there and even the playing field a little."

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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.

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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?

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"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.

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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.

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"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."

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"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.

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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."