"You've left darker ones on my body in the past, James... You bite harder than you realize sometimes." And grabs hard and pushes hard. Sometimes he's left with bruises, sometimes not. It's not something he really thinks about unless you can actually see them--
That's not often though -- not with high necks and layers of clothes. "It doesn't matter anyway. Bruises heal."
And part of Zemo can't quite believe they're even having this conversation. It feels a little unreal when Bucky has nearly smothered him in pillows or felt like he was trying to potentially break his pelvis in the past.
There's another soft, encouraging moan as teeth and lips tease him again. He manages to not squirm or do much beyond tighten his hand in Bucky's hair though. He's rather sure he could lie back and appreciate Bucky's mouth as long as he's content to stay there, but--
"I want you to fuck me, James. I don't care how... I just want you up here." He wants to hear those pants and groans pressed in against his ear, feel the urgency and desperation build up in the other man in return.
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That's not often though -- not with high necks and layers of clothes. "It doesn't matter anyway. Bruises heal."
And part of Zemo can't quite believe they're even having this conversation. It feels a little unreal when Bucky has nearly smothered him in pillows or felt like he was trying to potentially break his pelvis in the past.
There's another soft, encouraging moan as teeth and lips tease him again. He manages to not squirm or do much beyond tighten his hand in Bucky's hair though. He's rather sure he could lie back and appreciate Bucky's mouth as long as he's content to stay there, but--
"I want you to fuck me, James. I don't care how... I just want you up here." He wants to hear those pants and groans pressed in against his ear, feel the urgency and desperation build up in the other man in return.