[There's an easier smile at the touch, his hand sliding down to cover Bucky's easily. If he's worried about Oeznik's judgement, he doesn't seem to show it--
and besides, the old man will have the grace to save it for when they're alone anyway.]
I like the way my name sounds on your tongue, regardless of which one you use.
[The hand holding is-- nice. Unusual and certainly overstepping any sort of friends with benefits arrangement they should likely stick to, for both of their sakes.
But it is nice, and the trip is even nicer. No one recognizes him, or if they do, they don't say anything. It's a nice bit of freedom that he hasn't had in a while.
Even if there's a bittersweet feeling that freedom, true freedom, feels like an odd fit at the moment. When you've lived over eight years in a cell, it's strange to not have that redundancy, that lack of choice.
He still manages to enjoy the day regardless -- whether he and Bucky are discussing the history of the island or the monument, or slyly flirting here and there. Daring to hold hands or stay near each other. It's a day worth remembering.
Eventually, Oeznik returns them to Bucky's home and he takes it upon himself to put away their new clothing. His, as well, even if he shouldn't be so comfortable with this arrangement.]
James-- did you want to go to dinner tonight or order in?
[He had intended on taking them somewhere nice, but... they have been out for the majority of the day. Perhaps staying in wouldn't be so terrible...]
I'm kinda pooped after all the sightseeing. My therapist said it's normal to run out of energy when being around lots of people all day.
[ And he is, but not so much he couldn't find a second wind if Zemo wanted. It doesn't seem that he does though, and that's just fine with Bucky. A nice dinner in could help them recharge after a long, packed day. ]
I could look for some candles if you want to set the mood.
[ The kiss is briefer than he'd like but still sweet with a bit of heat on the edge. More than enough to whet his appetite. Bucky grins, his gaze lingering on Zemo's lips. ]
[He nudges at Bucky then, pushing him back against the nearest counter as he leans up for another kiss. This one is deeper, hungrier as his hands slide down to hook in the other's waistband.]
I thought perhaps I want you in my mouth. [He tilts his head.] Although I would not say no to being bent over the counter either.
[ the heat of that kiss and deft fingers hooking his his waistband is enough to send blood rushing south. Just a tease really, and Bucky is already beginning to harden.
Voice rough, he grips the countertop behind himself, unable to stop his hips arching forward. ]
[ Bucky holds his breath as Zemo sinks down, wanting to comb his fingers through Zemo's hair but gripping the counter instead. His comment had mostly been a tease, but Zemo's reply plants a little seed of idea in the back of his mind that immediately starts to take root. Much as he wants to continue their food-themed banter, he finds clever words increasingly hard to come by.
[There's an absolutely wicked look at Bucky's words, but his attention shifts to drawing Bucky out of his pants. Right now, he wants to please the man, see how crazy he can drive him. Fingers wrap around his cock to tease him to full hardness as his eyes dart up to watch Bucky again.]
[ It's such a rare thing even now for someone to want to please Bucky instead of the other way around. Years of his life programmed and forced to obey, to serve, yet a man who holds so much power wants to give instead of receive. Bucky can only watch, rapt, as Zemo takes him out and brings his cock fully erect. Pupils blown and cheeks flushing, Bucky takes longer than expected to reply. ]
[He doesn't expect Bucky to respond really. He's too busy quietly thrilling at the response he draws out anyway. Already so hard, and they've just barely started... he's just barely done anything.
He makes a show of leaning forward to swipe his tongue over the length of him, of running his tongue around the tip of his cock and teasing briefly at the slit. Laving attention, even if he's rather certain Bucky will want to feel more of his mouth soon.]
You really are a lovely specimen, James. I can't imagine I will get enough of you any time soon.
[ He would never call it something like conditioning, oh no. Just that Bucky is so into Zemo that very little effort is needed to turn him on, even with the decades on ice.
And that wicked, clever tongue makes Bucky take in a ragged breath, his weight shifting as the sensation jolts up his spine. There's no reply, as he's perhaps a little more quiet than usual after Zemo compliments him. But then the moment passes, and he shifts to try and get more stimulation. ]
[He guides Bucky past his lips, tongue flattening against the underside of his cock. The weight of him, the heat of him, and taste on his tongue is rather intoxicating. Almost as much as the way Bucky looks, the sound of his rough breathing.
His hands slide down to brace against Bucky's hips, kneading lightly.]
[ Bucky curses softly, eyes fluttering closed as the wet heat of Zemo's mouth envelops him. He can't imagine ever tiring of this, of how skilled and attentive Zemo is.
When those deft fingers press into his skin, Bucky's hips rock forward instinctively. Then his weight settles back against the counter, the fingers of his right hand drifting into fine hair. Combing through the short length yet not pulling Zemo in...yet. ]
[There's an encouraging noise when fingers slide through his hair, when Bucky's length slides just a little deeper into his mouth. He presses forward, lets his eyes drift shut for a moment to just focus on the taste on his tongue, on the way Bucky feels and responds as Zemo finds a rhythm.]
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[There's an easier smile at the touch, his hand sliding down to cover Bucky's easily. If he's worried about Oeznik's judgement, he doesn't seem to show it--
and besides, the old man will have the grace to save it for when they're alone anyway.]
I like the way my name sounds on your tongue, regardless of which one you use.
Handwave fluffy Liberty Island trip y/n?π½
[ He offers a good-natured leer, flipping his hand over to link their fingers together. ]
At least until your guy Oeznik objects.
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But it is nice, and the trip is even nicer. No one recognizes him, or if they do, they don't say anything. It's a nice bit of freedom that he hasn't had in a while.
Even if there's a bittersweet feeling that freedom, true freedom, feels like an odd fit at the moment. When you've lived over eight years in a cell, it's strange to not have that redundancy, that lack of choice.
He still manages to enjoy the day regardless -- whether he and Bucky are discussing the history of the island or the monument, or slyly flirting here and there. Daring to hold hands or stay near each other. It's a day worth remembering.
Eventually, Oeznik returns them to Bucky's home and he takes it upon himself to put away their new clothing. His, as well, even if he shouldn't be so comfortable with this arrangement.]
James-- did you want to go to dinner tonight or order in?
[He had intended on taking them somewhere nice, but... they have been out for the majority of the day. Perhaps staying in wouldn't be so terrible...]
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I'm kinda pooped after all the sightseeing. My therapist said it's normal to run out of energy when being around lots of people all day.
[ And he is, but not so much he couldn't find a second wind if Zemo wanted. It doesn't seem that he does though, and that's just fine with Bucky. A nice dinner in could help them recharge after a long, packed day. ]
I could look for some candles if you want to set the mood.
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Zemo pauses at the agreement though, a brief hint of amusement flashing across his features.]
Candles. Very romantic, James. [He shifts to face him, tilting his head curiously.]
I would not say no. Although I am not certain candlelit dinners were supposed to be part of watching me.
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Well, my place isn't exactly set up to entertain nobility, Baron. I'd at least need to make some effort.
[ he starts digging through the kitchen junk drawer. ]
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[He gives a wry smile as he looks over his shoulder at Bucky.]
No need to put in more effort than that.
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Why Baron, I didn't realize you were in the mood for an appetizer.
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[There's a brief smile directed towards Bucky when he notices him looking.]
But to find out, you would have to stop looking for candles for the moment.
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I think we can do without.
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Zemo takes a step towards Bucky then, amusement playing across his features as he closes the distance--
and then reaches up to pull him into a proper kiss, letting it linger for a bit.]
Then a little treat before dinner, yes?
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What's on the menu, Baron?
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I thought perhaps I want you in my mouth. [He tilts his head.] Although I would not say no to being bent over the counter either.
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Voice rough, he grips the countertop behind himself, unable to stop his hips arching forward. ]
Save some for the main course.
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[There's a teasing look as his hand slips from Bucky's waistband to slide down over the front of his thighs, teasing at the muscle there.]
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I think we both know who wears out first.
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Perhaps I'm hoping you will fuck me until I'm so exhausted, I can't even think beyond you, James.
And then fuck me again for good measure.
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In a rough murmur: ] I can arrange that.
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For now, let me take care of you, James.
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Okay.
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He makes a show of leaning forward to swipe his tongue over the length of him, of running his tongue around the tip of his cock and teasing briefly at the slit. Laving attention, even if he's rather certain Bucky will want to feel more of his mouth soon.]
You really are a lovely specimen, James. I can't imagine I will get enough of you any time soon.
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And that wicked, clever tongue makes Bucky take in a ragged breath, his weight shifting as the sensation jolts up his spine. There's no reply, as he's perhaps a little more quiet than usual after Zemo compliments him. But then the moment passes, and he shifts to try and get more stimulation. ]
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His hands slide down to brace against Bucky's hips, kneading lightly.]
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When those deft fingers press into his skin, Bucky's hips rock forward instinctively. Then his weight settles back against the counter, the fingers of his right hand drifting into fine hair. Combing through the short length yet not pulling Zemo in...yet. ]
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