[ For better or worse, Bucky continues the pattern trained into him by the Soviets: be a ghost. If he had to leave everything tomorrow, everything he needed could fit in one pack. Besides the food left in the kitchen, there'd be no sign he was even here.
Bucky shudders, feeling the hair on his neck stand up even as his erection (which had begun to flag a little) gets back in the game. He cups Zemo's face, but doesn't hold the moment too long to avoid unnecessary vulnerability. ]
I'd like your jezik--? all over. But especially on my cock.
That seems like an EXCELLENT CHALLENGE 😁
Bucky shudders, feeling the hair on his neck stand up even as his erection (which had begun to flag a little) gets back in the game. He cups Zemo's face, but doesn't hold the moment too long to avoid unnecessary vulnerability. ]
I'd like your jezik--? all over. But especially on my cock.