[He always enjoys those moments when Bucky is so far gone, so lost in pleasure and lust that he drops any pretense of formality and he hears Helmut from those lips. There's an added intimacy to it, to that affectionate Z that thrills him. Like he's claimed a little part of Bucky beyond being the man who once controlled and manipulated him.
He can't stop himself. He's waited so long -- and now he's surrounded by perfectly tight heat that claws at every urge to move. Just move. He does. Long, steady strokes as he tries to give them what they both want, one of his hands sliding down to grip tightly at Bucky's hip, almost possessively.]
Mm, no. Јеби ме, James. This was a language lesson, yes?
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He can't stop himself. He's waited so long -- and now he's surrounded by perfectly tight heat that claws at every urge to move. Just move. He does. Long, steady strokes as he tries to give them what they both want, one of his hands sliding down to grip tightly at Bucky's hip, almost possessively.]
Mm, no. Јеби ме, James. This was a language lesson, yes?