[ Bucky hasn't let anyone close enough to even spend more than a casual conversation, much less graduate to the sort of intimacy that could facilitate desperate pleading. That he's doing it with Zemo-- again-- says more about the level of trust between them and the state of Bucky's mental health. He's far more comfortable in his skin, and actually manages to get through the day without fearing his mind will flip on him. Having clarity makes things like this so much more enjoyable (even if he won't get into the reasons he was drinking so heavily... unless pressed).
He might not also confess to Zemo being his own little pet secret; the two of them and their dalliances, taking advantage of every free moment before Zemo has to suffer the penalties of his actions in Germany. It's like having a special pocket of time that only they can access. Maybe Bucky's a little jealous of that too.
And the clench of throat muscles around his length is almost too much, his body oversensitive from being worked over so deftly. Bucky's toes curl and he lifts his knees until his feet rest flat on the bed, hips rolling up again into the warmth of Zemo's mouth.
He gently pushes some of the hair from where it's stuck to Zemo's forehead, breathing growing ever heavier as he takes that talented mouth to task. ]
Wanna...feel you.
[ More than just his mouth. He needs them to be close, skin-to-skin, but might not last long enough to get the contact he wants. Not before they test his endurance, anyways-- but he's greedy, and can't help the desire to feel everything. ]
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He might not also confess to Zemo being his own little pet secret; the two of them and their dalliances, taking advantage of every free moment before Zemo has to suffer the penalties of his actions in Germany. It's like having a special pocket of time that only they can access. Maybe Bucky's a little jealous of that too.
And the clench of throat muscles around his length is almost too much, his body oversensitive from being worked over so deftly. Bucky's toes curl and he lifts his knees until his feet rest flat on the bed, hips rolling up again into the warmth of Zemo's mouth.
He gently pushes some of the hair from where it's stuck to Zemo's forehead, breathing growing ever heavier as he takes that talented mouth to task. ]
Wanna...feel you.
[ More than just his mouth. He needs them to be close, skin-to-skin, but might not last long enough to get the contact he wants. Not before they test his endurance, anyways-- but he's greedy, and can't help the desire to feel everything. ]