[ Hearing Zemo confess to fantasizing about him pushes Bucky all that much closer to the edge, the talented hand stroking him off another point of pleasure added to the already punishing pace he's set with his thrusting. Zemo changes angles and Bucky sees sparks behind his eyelids, jolts of pleasure zipping up his spine.

Zemo will get a few more encouraging, wanton moans from Bucky for that. ]

--Nnh, want me to think of you? Hands down my pants jerking it while I imagine you sucking me off?

[ His filthy mouth only seems to get worse the closer he gets, his leg hitching higher over Zemo's hip to enhance the angle and pressure. Another burst of breathy laughter leaves his lips, his brain absolutely swimming in chemical and physical pleasure. ]

Imagine me-- fuckin' myself open, all ready for you, fingers as far as they could go, mmn-- c'mon, almost there...