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[experienceandpatience]

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[experienceandpatience]

[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.

[podchinyatsya]

[ 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. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[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.]

[podchinyatsya]

[ 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. ]

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[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...

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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.

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[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.

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[ 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.

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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...

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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! ]

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

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[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...

[podchinyatsya]

[ 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?

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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.

Pretend I finished undressing Bucky at some point 😶

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Hey, that's not fair. I'm still kinda drunk.

[ despite his protesting, there is a solid chance he can last as long as Zemo wants. But it'll take focus, and that isn't necessarily something Bucky can perform to full strength after the copious alcohol in his bloodstream.

Still, his metabolism will burn it off quicker than the average person so maybe Zemo's chances are better than 50-50.

Either way, Bucky is firmly invested in where Zemo's lips are headed, and slips his Vibranium palm down to cup the other man's cheek. ]

But you're cute though, so I'll try.

omg, I'm sorry! I don't know how I made that mistake 😳

[experienceandpatience]

[He turns his head when the hand slides down to his cheek, pressing a kiss there.]

Cute, am I?

[That earns a soft, amused huff. It's not something that he would have ever thought Bucky would say about him... but it's not something he finds he minds either. Least of all at the moment.]

A try is all I ask. After all-- we have many years to make up for, don't we?

[With only hands they both desire. Curiously, one of his hands moves to cover Bucky's Vibranium hand before he turns his head enough to catch a metal thumb between his lips, tongue playing over the tip, over the smooth pad of metal.]

Maybe his pants are pulled down low enough! It's all good😉

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky finds that the reply dies on his tongue, the thought fizzling out at the sensation of having the Vibranium suckled. It's an unusual sensation, one he's not used to, but it feels...good. A little weird, through the sensors embedded in the metal, but good. He wonders how much is actually the neural feedback versus being psychosomatic, but reckons that sort of technical detail isn't relevant once his cock starts getting more interested. ]

Keep doing that and I'll be more motivated.

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[It's interesting, the clear reaction Bucky has to what he's doing. He wonders how much he can truly feel, how much is the visual, how much may be because it's Zemo touching his prosthetic just the same as his other hand.

Either way, Zemo continues to tease the digit, tongue swirling around the tip before he lets it slide from his lips with a pop.]

Are you sure there's no other place you'd rather have my mouth, James?

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[ He lets out a shaky breath, blinking out of the trance of watching Zemo's lips with rapt attention. ]

Mm? Well you were on the right track.

[ He cards those fingers back into Zemo's hair, brushing the strands aside and paying special heed to the one errant lock that always seems to fall over the man's face. Like it defies even the best efforts of Zemo to stay perfectly coiffed. ]

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[His eyes close for a moment as fingers push through his hair, enjoying the sensation while it lasts, enjoying the attention. Satisfied that Bucky's attention isn't anywhere else tonight, he leans forward to let his lips graze just below his naval again.]

I love the way you look during these moments. Watching desire get the best of you... is something I'm rather grateful I get the chance to witness first hand.

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky finds he's unable to protest or encourage, completely distracted by the sensation of soft lips so carefully pressing against his skin. Zemo has an uncanny ability to take all the words and thoughts right out of him and render him nearly mute. To think handlers caused all that pain when simple touch could do so much more.

He rolls his hips into that touch, fingers curling against Zemo's scalp in appreciation...and maybe hinting to keep going further south. However, Bucky does find it in him to at least hum in acknowledgement of the compliment, a loopy sort of expression pulling at his features. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[It's flattering, really, the way that Bucky readily gives up control for him the way he does, lets himself just get lost in whatever Zemo is doing. With the silent encouragement, he slides down further to give the other man what he wants.

A bit of rearrangement and his lips are soon brushing over the tip of Bucky's length, his tongue swirls over the sensitive flesh teasingly before pressing against the slit. Deliberately slow, just wanting to see how Bucky will react as he laves attention over the flesh.]