[ Bucky swells with pride at a job well done, always feeling that dopamine hit when someone compliments his efforts. Doctor Raynor would surely have something to say about it if he ever darkened her doorway (which he absolutely has zero intentions of doing). In lieu of attempting to understand the phenomenon, he'll just continue to coast on happy brain chemicals and the honeyed cadence of Zemo's voice in his ears. ]
Lucky me.
[ He answers, wry, already letting his fingers drift back into Zemo's hair. The thought of luxuriating beneath that talented mouth and practiced touch is positively intoxicating, just lying on his basic-ass bed while a rich Baron spoils him with touch. ]
We've got all night. But you're late starting, so maybe you'll catch up.
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Lucky me.
[ He answers, wry, already letting his fingers drift back into Zemo's hair. The thought of luxuriating beneath that talented mouth and practiced touch is positively intoxicating, just lying on his basic-ass bed while a rich Baron spoils him with touch. ]
We've got all night. But you're late starting, so maybe you'll catch up.