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[experienceandpatience]

[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.

[podchinyatsya]

[ 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.]

[podchinyatsya]

[ 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.

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[ 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.]

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[ A deep groan swells up from his chest, Bucky tipping his head back with eyes closed as Zemo's wicked tongue goes right to his most sensitive places. His breathing grows heavy and he absently flexes and curls his fingers in short hair, already feeling like he could be close. Bucky rolls his hips forward, hoping for more of that sweet pleasure-torture that Zemo's so proficient at.

Only a moment passes before he's beginning to squirm, desperately craving more of Zemo's mouth. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[He thinks he could do this all night -- find all the ways to tease Bucky until he's completely wrecked, shaking apart beneath him, begging for relief. The way he nudges up against him like that earns a bit of a reward. Lips wrap around him properly, sucking lightly at the heated flesh.

It isn't near as much as he could give, but the way muscles strain, the desperation in his movements-- oh, it's so good to watch, even better to feel.

And he intends to keep it up until he feels that squirming, writhing before he draws off and breaks the contact.]

Calm yourself, James... the night is still early and I'm not done with you yet.

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[ Bucky keens, hips writhing under the heat of Zemo's lips. His fingers clench, tugging at fine hair in contradictory motions-- more, or less? He can't calm down with Zemo teasing him like this.

So he eventually decides to say as much, voice thick. ]

Can't settle when your mouth is on me.

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[He makes a show of licking his lips before he relents and shifts up on to his feet before he moves to settle on Bucky's lap, straddling him as he settles his arms around his shoulders.]

Interesting, James. Is it only when my mouth is on a certain area? [He tilts his head to brush a kiss over Bucky's jaw.]

Or is it anywhere? Seems like vital information... [There's a slight quirk to his lips as they trail over his neck.]

Of course, now we don't have to fuck as if it's the very last time anymore. It makes me want to take a little more time to explore you properly.

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky's arms slip around Zemo's waist, as natural as breathing. He shivers at the lips on his neck, tilting his chin to offer a little more real estate. While he hears Zemo talking, he isn't necessarily parsing the words fully, at least until the last bit. It's just too easy to drift into that floaty haze of pleasure when Zemo's touching him.

He opens his eyes to peer up with a dark wanting in his gaze, one hand sliding down to grip Zemo by the jut of his hip. ]

Maybe I like fucking like it's the last time.

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Impatient. [He chastises lightly, although there's a certain light that sparks up in his eyes when James grips at him. Blunt nails bite into Bucky's shoulders as he arches closer.]

Perhaps I like to relish what's mine for the night, James... [Know that every gasp and twitch is entirely for him, drawn out by him. It's rather gratifying knowing that no code words are needed to have James submit to him.

Still, he shifts up to nip at his lower lip, give it a careful tug.]

But perhaps you like to claim what's yours in a different way... If that's what you want, take it, James.

[podchinyatsya]

[ He huffs in amusement. Impatient? ] With you, always.

[ He started out being quite adversarial with Zemo, perpetually walking a tightrope with regards to his temper. Something about the man constantly set him on edge, made him twitchy. Now, he has an outlet for that and Zemo is more than happy to make himself available.

And something in him burns when Zemo tells him to take what he wants. Like bellows fanning a flame, making him want. Bucky slides that hand from Zemo's hip to squeeze his ass, tugging the flesh to spread him a little. ]

It wouldn't be drawn out. It'd be like the last night on earth.

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[Eyes narrow on Bucky as he gropes at his ass, a wash of desire going over him, settling in the pit of his stomach. There's a shrug at those words, a bit of a challenge in his expression as fingers dart deceptively light down over his shoulders, along his chest.]

Your choice, James. I told you to take what you want. [His lips graze Bucky's again before he speaks lowly against them:]

I'm all yours tonight. [He kisses him a little deeper, coaxing him to part his lips.]

[podchinyatsya]

Mm, I think I'll take round two.

[ Bucky wants to sober up a little before trying to focus on making Zemo scream. He does let that kiss linger, slow and languid and deep. As he tastes the lingering traces of liquor, Bucky pulls Zemo's hips closer with a slow rolling motion.

For the moment, they can kiss. Then Zemo can treat Bucky to whatever pleasures he likes. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[It's easy to melt into the kisses. The way their lips meet and mingle, the way Bucky seems to always be just as eager for the contact. He lets out a soft groan that's swallowed between them as he gives a slow, steady roll of his hips.

Fingers idly find the dog tags still around Bucky's neck, idly toy with the chain before moving to the tags to trace the edges carefully. It's almost unreal for a moment, to be sitting in Bucky's home, just enjoying the company and contact without any pressing worries.

It's amazing enough that he would be allowed so close, let alone so eagerly, if he lets himself think about it too deeply. Between kisses, there's a quiet beautiful murmured against his lips in Sokovian.]