[ He welcomes the slide of another body against his own, surrounding him with heat and sating the hunger for more contact. Bucky moans when Zemo finally starts stroking him, hooking a leg over his hip and gripping the nape of his neck to pull him down for a searing kiss. Bucky kisses until he's breathless, until he's rocking into that touch in ever more frantic intervals. He's close, and his own voice mirrors that roughness in between sharp nips to Zemo's lip, his jaw, his neck. ]
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Yeah, just like that.