[ 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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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.]