[ Bucky curses softly, eyes fluttering closed as the wet heat of Zemo's mouth envelops him. He can't imagine ever tiring of this, of how skilled and attentive Zemo is.
When those deft fingers press into his skin, Bucky's hips rock forward instinctively. Then his weight settles back against the counter, the fingers of his right hand drifting into fine hair. Combing through the short length yet not pulling Zemo in...yet. ]
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When those deft fingers press into his skin, Bucky's hips rock forward instinctively. Then his weight settles back against the counter, the fingers of his right hand drifting into fine hair. Combing through the short length yet not pulling Zemo in...yet. ]