[ Bucky's arms slip around Zemo's waist, as natural as breathing. He shivers at the lips on his neck, tilting his chin to offer a little more real estate. While he hears Zemo talking, he isn't necessarily parsing the words fully, at least until the last bit. It's just too easy to drift into that floaty haze of pleasure when Zemo's touching him.
He opens his eyes to peer up with a dark wanting in his gaze, one hand sliding down to grip Zemo by the jut of his hip. ]
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He opens his eyes to peer up with a dark wanting in his gaze, one hand sliding down to grip Zemo by the jut of his hip. ]
Maybe I like fucking like it's the last time.