[ it's frustrating to lose the feeling of those fingers, the probing touch that he wants so badly. But it's quickly replaced with what he really wants, what he needs, and he holds his breath just long enough for Zemo to press in, further and inevitable until Bucky's almost too full. God, he's thick and long and everything.
Bucky exhales, dragging his gaze upwards, his expression lust-hazed. He hitches a leg over Zemo's hip, shuddering when it changes the pressure slightly. He can hardly help the low rumble of his voice, the flush of his skin, the sweat and aching and yes- ]
Dumb and self-destructive \o/!!!
Bucky exhales, dragging his gaze upwards, his expression lust-hazed. He hitches a leg over Zemo's hip, shuddering when it changes the pressure slightly. He can hardly help the low rumble of his voice, the flush of his skin, the sweat and aching and yes- ]
Fuck me, Helmut.