[ He has to do it, has to follow the prompt. It's too much to try and hang on, to draw this out when it feels so good and he's in such need of relief. Bucky bites down on the meat of Zemo's shoulder, body tensing just before his movements become erratic and irregular. As he comes, he shudders, shaking apart while holding on to Zemo like his life depends on it. Sweat beads at his brow, and even with the white-hot nova of climax, he manages to at least keep some motion going to help Zemo out.
Just as he's getting oversensitive, he rolls them over, bracing himself on the Vibranium arm since the other one is too wobbly to hold up his weight reliably. Bucky peers down, still catching his breath, and palms Zemo's aching erection as he leans in for a softer kiss. It's slower, grateful, a little tentative as if he's nervous to be too vulnerable. ]
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Just as he's getting oversensitive, he rolls them over, bracing himself on the Vibranium arm since the other one is too wobbly to hold up his weight reliably. Bucky peers down, still catching his breath, and palms Zemo's aching erection as he leans in for a softer kiss. It's slower, grateful, a little tentative as if he's nervous to be too vulnerable. ]