[Impressed is what Zemo is certainly aiming for with eager movements and a talented tongue seeking out the most sensitive pleasure spots on the cock he's lavishing attention on at the moment. The taste of him, the weight against his tongue-- it has his own neglected cock throbbing for attention.
It's the words that draw out a eager moan from his lips. Begging. Please.
He wonders briefly if anyone else has ever reduced Bucky to begging and desperation since he escaped his brainwashing, but it's a thought cast aside. Perhaps he has no right to feel anything like possessive, but how can he not? His pretty soldier, coming apart for him in one of the most intoxicating ways. He'd rather no one else experience that, see it.
There's too much for him to swallow down entirely in this position -- a nice girth, a nice length to be sure, but choking isn't quite the mood he's in tonight. Still, he takes as much as he dares, his fingers wrapping around what he can't quite manage. It's still enough that it hits the back of his throat, that muscles reflexively tighten around the head of Bucky's length before he's able to control himself. He doesn't protest the shallow rock of Bucky's hips, doesn't do anything beyond focus on bringing him as much pleasure as he possibly can.]
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It's the words that draw out a eager moan from his lips. Begging. Please.
He wonders briefly if anyone else has ever reduced Bucky to begging and desperation since he escaped his brainwashing, but it's a thought cast aside. Perhaps he has no right to feel anything like possessive, but how can he not? His pretty soldier, coming apart for him in one of the most intoxicating ways. He'd rather no one else experience that, see it.
There's too much for him to swallow down entirely in this position -- a nice girth, a nice length to be sure, but choking isn't quite the mood he's in tonight. Still, he takes as much as he dares, his fingers wrapping around what he can't quite manage. It's still enough that it hits the back of his throat, that muscles reflexively tighten around the head of Bucky's length before he's able to control himself. He doesn't protest the shallow rock of Bucky's hips, doesn't do anything beyond focus on bringing him as much pleasure as he possibly can.]