[ The more frantic the pace, the lower and rougher Bucky's voice grows, rumbling in his chest until it's nearly a growl. It's Zemo playing with his tags that really does it, Bucky's hands gripping at Zemo's ass to pull him deeper as the feeling of being owned drags him over the edge.
When he shakes apart, it's with a whispered curse, eyes squeezed shut as he shudders and spills over. This climax hits even harder than the last, the feeling of Zemo in him brushing that most sensitive place drawing out a long, deep groan. Bucky starts pleading, begging Zemo to come, words half-formed and desperate. Feeling the man come apart when he's usually so controlled is the most delightful little drug; one he's become far too addicted to experiencing. ]
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When he shakes apart, it's with a whispered curse, eyes squeezed shut as he shudders and spills over. This climax hits even harder than the last, the feeling of Zemo in him brushing that most sensitive place drawing out a long, deep groan. Bucky starts pleading, begging Zemo to come, words half-formed and desperate. Feeling the man come apart when he's usually so controlled is the most delightful little drug; one he's become far too addicted to experiencing. ]