Yeah-? [ He breathes it, half a question and half encouragement. Zemo always says his name like it's reverent, like it's something hallowed and sacred. Bucky will take that praise and revel in it, letting the melodic cadence of Zemo's voice ring long in his mind. Even the way he caresses Bucky, fingers so gingerly brushing over his cheek.
He wraps his fingers around the aching cock between them and begins stroking at a rapid clip. As much as he was overwhelmed and blinded by pleasure, he wants Zemo to feel the same, snapping like a rubber band pulled too tight.
His lips trace the shell of Zemo's ear before he's murmuring in a low, rough tone: ]
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He wraps his fingers around the aching cock between them and begins stroking at a rapid clip. As much as he was overwhelmed and blinded by pleasure, he wants Zemo to feel the same, snapping like a rubber band pulled too tight.
His lips trace the shell of Zemo's ear before he's murmuring in a low, rough tone: ]
What you do to me...