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[He didn't mean to make Bucky self-conscious, really. He takes a sip from the glass as he reaches up with his free hand, resting it against the side of Bucky's face, lets his thumb idly brush past Bucky's lips.]

Comparatively fewer things to defile than my own place, but those are good starting points.

[He teases, lips quirking up into a smile as he tries to coax Bucky to relax.]

Defile...

[ He says with mock-affront. But he turns his face into Zemo's palm, forgetting about his lack of decor for the man in front of him. His guest is far more important. ]

Are we starting our reign of destruction in here or the kitchen?

Oh, no. It's your house, James. You get to choose.

[He leans up to press a quick kiss to the other man's lips, almost teasing.]

I wonder... have you thought about me here, James? Any little fantasies you would like to play out?

Honestly, no. But I don't imagine people coming over here either. You're basically the first.

[ Except Sam, who only comes to make sure Bucky isn't isolating (and to give him throw pillows or candles). ]

But I doooo have a few ideas to break this place in.

I suppose I can't be offended in that case...

[He smiles and shifts closer to Bucky, a curious tilt to his head.]

And what would those ideas be, James?

[ Ah, the patented Zemo headtilt. Bucky taps the rim of his glass and lifts his eyebrows. ]

Drink up first.

I suppose I do have a way to go to catch up with you.

[There's an amused huff before he brings up his glass to take a deep drink from it.]

You don't have to catch up, [ He slides his arms around Zemo's waist ] just drink enough to not taste the sludge I was drinking when we kiss.

[His body sways into James when his arms come around him, settling into the inviting warmth, the solid press of his body as he tilts his head back.]

Mm, kiss me now and we'll test it, James.

[ No further prompt needed. Bucky claims Zemo's lips with a softness he lacked earlier, parting his own lips to invite Zemo to taste for himself. ]

[Certainly better now than it was, he thinks -- although the desperate pawing hadn't been entirely awful, if he's honest. Leaning up, he lets out a soft noise into that kiss as he deepens it. James is inviting him to have a proper taste after all -- and he intends to at least try to leave him a bit breathless.]

[ Bucky pulls their hips flush, sliding his flat palm across the small of the other man's back. He's perfectly fine with this kiss and where it's going, and Zemo licking into his mouth to judge the quality of flavor lingering on Bucky's tongue. If he's found wanting, Bucky can't tell for now, too occupied with letting Zemo make the kiss everything he can handle and more.

A wonderful housewarming, if he must say so. ]

[There's a moan that's lost into that kiss when he's pulled in even tighter, his pulse kicking up a bit at the contact. Blindly, he places his glass down on the nearest surface in favor of tangling both his hands into Bucky's hair, pulling him in close.

This is a rather pleasant welcoming as well...

When the kiss finally does end, Zemo flashes a mischievous look, lips curling up.]

I may still be a bit overdressed, James...

Luckily I happen to be really good at helping with that.

[ Bucky tugs at the hem of Zemo's shirt so that he can pull it up over the man's head. But he also can't keep his lips unoccupied for very long, leaning in to plant kisses along the column of Zemo's neck. ]

Nnn god I love the smell of your cologne.

[There's a breathy chuckle as his shirt is discarded and lips move to his neck, maybe preening a little under the appreciation.

At least for a moment. Then he tilts his head back to offer more room as his own hands slide over Bucky's back, up to tangle through his hair.]

James... you've yet to tell me those ideas of yours.

[ Bucky takes that room, setting his hands to start undoing Zemo's trousers. ]

Mm. Maybe I want it to be a surprise.

[ He slips a few fingers under the waistband of Zemo's underwear, teasing. ]

Maybe you know already.

James...

[His voice comes out deeper this time, quiet as he pulls away enough to meet his eyes, to watch him. There's something even more appealing when Bucky is getting wrapped up in a moment.]

You have surprised me so much, wouldn't it be arrogant of me to assume anything now? [His hands slide up to cup the other's face.]

But I can assure you I have thought of many things I would enjoy doing with you, to you...

Feel like sharing? I could make your wish come true.

[ And okay, maybe he still lists a bit to the side when not focusing or holding on to Zemo for balance, but that is BESIDE THE POINT! ]

[Those few words send a shiver down his spine -- mostly because he knows James means them.]

And if being in your company freely is a wish come true by itself?

[Even if it comes with some bothersome caveats. But none of that matters at the moment.]

Sit for me, James. I'll show you what I want.

[ Bucky playfully bats Zemo's arm because he knows that isn't all, that just being together while Bucky is lucid (technically) is not the final wish.

With a lopsided smirk, Bucky takes a step back and then obliges, leaning back on the sofa with his arms stretched across the back, legs splayed. A liquored-up king on his Ikea throne. ]

[Perhaps not the final wish, no.

He watches Bucky with a certain appreciation as he settles back. He may not share the same taste in decor as James, but he can certainly enjoy the way he looks leaning back on it, entirely on display.

He takes a moment to step out of his trousers, slips out of his underwear and kicks them to the side. He moves in closer after that, between those splayed out legs.]

Much better. [He moves to kneel before the other man, his fingertips ghosting lightly up his thighs.]

So many thoughts come to mind as well...

[ Bucky licks his lips, watching Zemo undress with dark eyes. By the time he's kneeling between Bucky's legs, Bucky's half-hard. He shudders, the grazing of Zemo's touch along his thighs sending little sparks up his spine.

His voice is low, rougher: ] Gonna share?

[He's smiling to himself, appreciating the way that Bucky is already responding -- and barely touched.]

Perhaps I would rather show?

[He leans forward, head tilted back to watch James before he leans in to brush a kiss to the center of his chest, hands planting more firmly against his thighs. Another kiss is brushed jut below the first, making a slow trail down.]

[ Zemo probably knows how touch-starved Bucky is overall, even with Sam in his life now (and nephews crawling all over him when visiting Louisiana). So it's likely not a surprise that even after drinking half the night, Bucky is responding so eagerly.

His head drops back when Zemo's lips touch his skin, letting the man kiss his way down while Bucky tries not to breathe too heavily. Somewhere around his navel, Bucky lifts his head to look down, combing metal fingers through Zemo's fine hair. ]

Always up for a demonstration.

[Cool metal slides through his hair, drawing out a sigh against Bucky's skin, followed by a playful nip of teeth. One hand slides up to wrap his fingers loosely around his half-hard cock as he dips lower.]

I can certainly see your enthusiasm, James. [There's a playful smile on his lips as he looks up.]

Do you think you'll be able to-- keep that up for the rest of the night? I'm interested in testing that stamina of yours.

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