[ Bucky pulls their hips flush, sliding his flat palm across the small of the other man's back. He's perfectly fine with this kiss and where it's going, and Zemo licking into his mouth to judge the quality of flavor lingering on Bucky's tongue. If he's found wanting, Bucky can't tell for now, too occupied with letting Zemo make the kiss everything he can handle and more.
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A wonderful housewarming, if he must say so. ]