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[experienceandpatience]

[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. ]

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[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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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.]

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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. ]

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[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.]

Your icon attacked me

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[ Bucky would never let just anyone into his home. That Zemo is one of just a few makes the invitation all the more exclusive (even with being drunk). Zemo just radiates calm, collected energy--Sam calls it calculating--and it puts Bucky more at ease now. So often he finds himself reflecting the emotions of the people around him, but it can leave Bucky feeling anxious or cranky. With Zemo, it's like floating on a lake while lying in a canoe, gentle waves lapping at the hull. ]

Hm?

[ Bucky is guessing it's Sokovian, but was too busy drifting between thoughts of a calm lake and the cock lying hard between their bodies. ]

lol for a second, I was worried I accidentally chose a very inappropriate one again!!

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[Zemo is quiet for a few moments, keeping his lips busy with exploration. He won't ever be able to leave a lasting mark over the expanse of Bucky's neck, but it doesn't stop him from teasing there anyway. Teeth and lips and tongue busy at work as he moves his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

It's only moments later when he remembers to answer that quiet prompt.]

Mm... it was nothing important. [Lips curl up teasingly against Bucky's.] I simply said you are very beautiful.

Daniel Brühl's entire existence is an attack tbh

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[ an amused huff. ] Yeah? Well it sure made me feel important.

[ And flattered, and a dozen other things. Bucky meets those rolling motions, imagining the canoe again. Slow, rhythmic rocking. He nips at Zemo's bottom lip, allowing his own grin to show. ]

Does it flow better in Sokovian than other languages?

It truly is, isn't it? 😤

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You are important.

[He had thought he'd save the potential discomfort of affection, but it seems as if Bucky is rather enjoying it. He leans back to look down at the man beneath him, lips curling into a mirroring smile.]

I suppose that entirely depends on if you enjoy the sound of my mother tongue, James. Or if you would perhaps prefer Russian -- something we can both understand.

Entirely unfair!

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I think we're doing just fine with English.

[ Zemo's fluent enough to sound like nobility even in his tertiary tongue. Besides, sometimes hearing Russian makes Bucky's skin crawl (and not in the good way). But he does love the melodic lilt of Zemo's voice, the cadence of his speech as if he's planned entire dialogues months or years in advance. Like everything else, there are no careless surprises or flippant actions. There's a certain comfort in that kind of confidence and self-control.

He trails a metal fingertip down the hollow of Zemo's throat, over the dip of his collarbone, traces around the periphery of a nipple. ]

But I also enjoy your tongue overall: sound and taste.

[ And he leans in to claim those lips, coaxing them apart to deepen the kiss. ]

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English is fine--

[Even if he's about to say that occasionally English is also lacking in the proper praise he wants to shower Bucky with. The metal against his skin is distracting though, it draws a shiver down his spine as it traces lower.

There's the ghost of a smile before he relents to that kiss, lets Bucky lead it whatever way he wishes. His attentions are put to better use, sliding between their bodies to take Bucky in hand properly. Firm, steady strokes as his lips part eagerly to allow the man entrance.]

Ever need quick zemo-slang? USE SERBIAN

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[ the only downside to making out with Zemo (if one can call it that) is not being able to hear him murmur smooth words and compliments, or exchange playful banter.

But he can at least put his hands to good use, roaming the planes of Zemo's chest, brushing along the sparse hair there. He deepens the kiss, sliding his metal hand to grab Zemo on the ass and finally pick him up so they can go to the bedroom. The nice thing about being Bucky is using his enhanced strength to punch through shipping containers or carry full-grown men across his house. ]

Haha, yes! That seems to be what Sokovian was based on. But man, Zemo seems to know a few languages!

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[His arms both snap up to Bucky's shoulders when he's lifted up. There's no concern about Bucky dropping him, not really... even if he's not used to being the one lifted and carried so easily. It's almost charming in a way.

There's a smile that tugs at his lips against Bucky's before he pulls away from it.]

Now, where could we be going?

[He turns to look over his shoulder, towards the bed with a mischievous look.]

What could you be thinking, James?

Zemo talking dirty in every language 😍

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[ He only pauses in the hallway long enough to steal another kiss after being bereft for a few seconds. Of course, they could fuck here against the wall, but Bucky envies the soft mattress and cushioning the bed will provide. ]

Thinkin' you should teach me some Sokovian.

It's clearly a very useful skill!! You never know when you'll have to try to seduce someone 😤

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Ah, of course... I'm glad to share my native tongue with you. [And of course Zemo can't quite still his wandering hands or the lips, trusting Bucky to keep him held up -- at least until they're on the bed.]

What would you like to learn first, James?

Zemo: ALL THE TIME. Everything is seductive by default

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[ Bucky is more than capable of keeping Zemo aloft while he finishes their journey to the bedroom. The space itself is about as spartan as the remainder of Bucky's home: simple sheets on a simple mattress on a simple frame, with a simple nightstand and a simple lamp. Nothing extravagant, nothing frivolous. It's certainly not Zemo's lavish European homes with their inlaid tilework or intricately carved head boards. And Bucky definitely doesn't have any stained glass windows.

But everything works well enough, serves its purpose, and he isn't given to spending overly much time in here anyways; sure, he sleeps a lot better now that he's worked his way through the list and has considerably fewer nightmares. But even with the occasional Louisiana trip, Bucky isn't a sound sleeper and tends to spend at least a couple nights a week staring at the television until he wakes up with the remote in his hand. Old habits, maybe.

It is upon Bucky's simple bed that he and Zemo go, the mattress groaning softly with their combined weight falling onto it. He lies on his back, just taking in the moment: are they really here? Together? In his house? Someone pinch him...actually, no. No pinching. ]

Just how much of your tongue you're willing to share.

[ And yes he's trying for a corny double entendre even with Zemo sitting across his hips. Bucky is sort of a dork. ]

But real challenge! Getting Zemo worked up enough to babble in Sokovian cause he can't be bothered

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[Zemo, for a moment, settles his attention on the room around them. It's what he expected -- everything is practical, what one would need to get by. No real comforts beyond the mattress they sink into. Nothing terribly personal or to show a man has settled in here, became comfortable.

But it is very James. He shifts his weight carefully above the man when they've settled, attention returning to him soon enough. There's a soft laugh as he tangles his fingers with the other's, presses them gently guiding their joined hands to the mattress.]

As much of it as you desire. [He leans in to nip playfully at Bucky's lower lip before he shifts a bit to murmur against his ear:] Pokaži mi gde želiš moj jezik.

[He practically purrs the words, low and teasing.] Sokovian for show me where you would like my tongue, James.