[ 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.]
[ just hearing Zemo--knowing he enjoys this--makes Bucky throb, makes him ache for more. The steady pace Zemo settles into, like he's putting on a familiar garment. It's heady and hot and Bucky's fingertips curl into the shorter hairs at the nape of Zemo's neck, nails scraping lightly back upwards in a slow drag. On a whim, he tugs lightly, curious as to what response it will elicit. ]
[The pressure from the tug sends a jolt right through him, right to his neglected cock, draws out a hungrier noise than he intends to make. He doesn't disapprove of a bit of rough treatment, it seems. He responds by sinking deeper on Bucky, nudging him closer back towards his throat.
[ he remembers what it was like being on his knees in Valentina's plane. The hard flight deck, the give of leather upholstery, the scent and taste of Zemo in his mouth, legs spread like a decadent king on his throne. Bucky remembers that feeling of sinking deeper into a lust-haze, his cock throbbing and straining for release. Now being on the other end of it, hidden from prying eyes in the comfort of his own home, he has an appreciation for the position of power and the visceral gratification of knowing Zemo wants it...making him want it.
He pulls on a fistful of hair, hard enough to tug Zemo back and free his mouth for a bruising kiss. Bucky leans down to claim those lips, tasting Zemo, tasting himself. When he finally pulls back breathless, Bucky can't help the rough edges in his voice. ]
[There's a gasp when he's pulled off of Bucky's ok like that, the ache at his scalp, the pressure, combined with lips suddenly on his -- it makes him moan. He's not certain it's quite what he expected from Bucky, but he also can't say it's something that bothers him.
Something about that demand, the way Bucky truly seems to want him... oh, it's very good. It's very nice. He licks his lips after the kiss, flushed and breathless as his hands go automatically down to open his trousers, push them down enough to free himself.]
[There's almost a purr at that, a flush of heat going through him, creeping up his neck.]
I've little doubt of that...
[The kiss is threatening to undo his resolve. Bucky seems-- rather talented at distracting him, coaxing him into unabashed hunger and desire. He kisses back hungrily, moans into the kiss as one of his hands slides up to tangle through short locks of hair.]
Is that what you would like to do? Watch me, James?
[He pants the words when the kiss is broken finally, looking up with half-lidded eyes.]
Do you wish to see me fuck myself open for you? Or do you want to watch me touch myself, knowing I am only thinking of you, wanting you, James... Tell me what you want.
[ His voice is raspy, more of a growl than anything. ]
Finish what you started, Helmut.
[ Bucky can barely keep from fucking him right here on the kitchen floor, with all that talk. Just the idea of Zemo spreading himself, breathing Bucky's name mere inches away while pleasuring himself-- it's threatening to undo his own resolve.
They're both tacticians, adept at effortlessly turning a situation to their advantage. And oh the payoff will be incredible. Bucky aches just thinking of it. ]
[Oh, he can certainly do that. There's a slow grin, a deliberate lick of his lips before he leans in to take Bucky back into his mouth. Eagerly sucking him off, teasing him with tongue and a careful placement of teeth, just to see how he may like it.
As much as he wants Bucky in every other way he can imagine at the moment, he wants to watch the man fall apart. He wants to know that he brought him this pleasure, that he worked him over the edge.]
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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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He pulls on a fistful of hair, hard enough to tug Zemo back and free his mouth for a bruising kiss. Bucky leans down to claim those lips, tasting Zemo, tasting himself. When he finally pulls back breathless, Bucky can't help the rough edges in his voice. ]
Show me how hard you are. I wanna see.
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Something about that demand, the way Bucky truly seems to want him... oh, it's very good. It's very nice. He licks his lips after the kiss, flushed and breathless as his hands go automatically down to open his trousers, push them down enough to free himself.]
Do you have a bit of a voyeuristic streak, James?
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I can watch for hours. Days, if I have to.
[ He goes for another bruising kiss, tongue insistently pushing to taste more. Needing to know how hungry Zemo is for him, how Bucky makes him feel. ]
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I've little doubt of that...
[The kiss is threatening to undo his resolve. Bucky seems-- rather talented at distracting him, coaxing him into unabashed hunger and desire. He kisses back hungrily, moans into the kiss as one of his hands slides up to tangle through short locks of hair.]
Is that what you would like to do? Watch me, James?
[He pants the words when the kiss is broken finally, looking up with half-lidded eyes.]
Do you wish to see me fuck myself open for you? Or do you want to watch me touch myself, knowing I am only thinking of you, wanting you, James... Tell me what you want.
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Finish what you started, Helmut.
[ Bucky can barely keep from fucking him right here on the kitchen floor, with all that talk. Just the idea of Zemo spreading himself, breathing Bucky's name mere inches away while pleasuring himself-- it's threatening to undo his own resolve.
They're both tacticians, adept at effortlessly turning a situation to their advantage. And oh the payoff will be incredible. Bucky aches just thinking of it. ]
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As much as he wants Bucky in every other way he can imagine at the moment, he wants to watch the man fall apart. He wants to know that he brought him this pleasure, that he worked him over the edge.]