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[wearingthestars]

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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[wearingthestars]

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.

[sinistral]

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?"

[wearingthestars]

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?"

[sinistral]

"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."

[wearingthestars]

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."

[sinistral]

"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?"

[wearingthestars]

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."

[sinistral]

"I want you so bad," Bucky replied, rocking his hips with more urgency. He was hard enough to pound nails, or so it felt. "Feel what you do to me, yeah? How much I need you?" He squeezed Billy's ass before leaning away, frantically searching the bedside table until he found the lotion. Not the best lube in the world but it would work until they got something better.

"Gonna drive you crazy," he murmured as he fumbled the top off the lotion, coated his fingers with the stuff. "Lemme— lemme know if it's not good, don't wanna hurt you." He wanted to open Billy up, make sure he was loose enough to take Bucky comfortably. Reigning in enough patience to go slow wasn't easy but he forced himself to focus on being careful.

[wearingthestars]

"Oh fuck-" Billy groaned, shifting to try and meet those rocking hips, nodding with a breathy shudder. "I feel you," he echoed shakily, and bless his youth, it wasn't all that difficult to get worked up again with this sort of inspiration.

"I want you, Bucky- I wa- hh-" He broke off to shake his head, "You won't, won't hurt me-" he assured, wetting his lips and shifting to spread his legs a little more welcomingly.

[sinistral]

Billy getting worked up again drove the need in Bucky higher, the desire to both take and please his partner riding him hard. He wanted to claim Billy again and again, sink deeper and deeper into his body and make Billy come over and over again. They could do it; though tired Billy was young and Bucky could go a few rounds in a row himself.

He spared a hand to help Billy shift, then wasted no time slipping a slick finger into him. Bucky groaned; Billy felt so hot around him, so eager that it wasn't long before the second finger joined the first and he really started to move in earnest. "You feel so damn good for me," he panted against warm skin, licking and nipping at whatever patch caught his attention as he explored the curve of Billy's throat. He braced thumb and pinky against Billy's body, thrusting his fingers in and out with increasing urgency, mimicking the motion his hips wanted to take. "Fuck, need you so much."

[wearingthestars]

"Oh f--hhh-" Billy's curse turned to a groan, and words became an increasing struggle as want clouded his mind. He rocked himself opposite to Bucky's building rhythm, trying to capture Bucky's lips whenever he could. He turned his head to offer more of his neck, fingers catching in his hair and heels digging into the mattress.

"Pl-please- take me. Take me, Buck, I'm ready- please-" he managed.

[sinistral]

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.