[ Music to his ears, and a feast for the eyes. When Zemo leans in, Bucky claims his mouth, hungrily deepening the kiss as he rolls the onto their side. Now that they don't have to worry about supporting their weight, he's free to let his hand roam over flushed skin, to comb his fingers through hair dampened with sweat.
Fatigue threatens to push him off to sleep, but he resists as much as possible, cupping Zemo's face and brushing his cheekbone with a thumb. It's almost-- tender. ]
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Fatigue threatens to push him off to sleep, but he resists as much as possible, cupping Zemo's face and brushing his cheekbone with a thumb. It's almost-- tender. ]