[ he remembers what it was like being on his knees in Valentina's plane. The hard flight deck, the give of leather upholstery, the scent and taste of Zemo in his mouth, legs spread like a decadent king on his throne. Bucky remembers that feeling of sinking deeper into a lust-haze, his cock throbbing and straining for release. Now being on the other end of it, hidden from prying eyes in the comfort of his own home, he has an appreciation for the position of power and the visceral gratification of knowing Zemo wants it...making him want it.
He pulls on a fistful of hair, hard enough to tug Zemo back and free his mouth for a bruising kiss. Bucky leans down to claim those lips, tasting Zemo, tasting himself. When he finally pulls back breathless, Bucky can't help the rough edges in his voice. ]
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He pulls on a fistful of hair, hard enough to tug Zemo back and free his mouth for a bruising kiss. Bucky leans down to claim those lips, tasting Zemo, tasting himself. When he finally pulls back breathless, Bucky can't help the rough edges in his voice. ]
Show me how hard you are. I wanna see.