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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.

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. ]

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.]

[ 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. ]

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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?

[ 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.

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?

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ For better or worse, Bucky continues the pattern trained into him by the Soviets: be a ghost. If he had to leave everything tomorrow, everything he needed could fit in one pack. Besides the food left in the kitchen, there'd be no sign he was even here.

Bucky shudders, feeling the hair on his neck stand up even as his erection (which had begun to flag a little) gets back in the game. He cups Zemo's face, but doesn't hold the moment too long to avoid unnecessary vulnerability. ]

I'd like your jezik--? all over. But especially on my cock.

Very good, James.

[He shifts further down, kissing a trail over his chest. He lets his tongue flick out over a nipple, circling the hardened nub.]

And exactly where I would like it as well, as it turns out.

[He continues that slow trail over Bucky's body though, taking his time to explore.]

I could spend all night exploring you and not be tired of it, James.

[ Bucky swells with pride at a job well done, always feeling that dopamine hit when someone compliments his efforts. Doctor Raynor would surely have something to say about it if he ever darkened her doorway (which he absolutely has zero intentions of doing). In lieu of attempting to understand the phenomenon, he'll just continue to coast on happy brain chemicals and the honeyed cadence of Zemo's voice in his ears. ]

Lucky me.

[ He answers, wry, already letting his fingers drift back into Zemo's hair. The thought of luxuriating beneath that talented mouth and practiced touch is positively intoxicating, just lying on his basic-ass bed while a rich Baron spoils him with touch. ]

We've got all night. But you're late starting, so maybe you'll catch up.

Someone should have called earlier.

[He teases lightly, eyes staying locked on Bucky as he drifts lower still. Fingers wrap around the base of Bucky's cock again to hold him loosely as his tongue runs from base to tip in a long swipe. He makes a show of licking the hardened flesh, swirling his tongue around the tip.

James did say he wanted his tongue, didn't he? And his tongue is what he's getting right now.]

Someone was busy dri— Nnh.

[ He hisses softly, body still so sensitive despite the lingering booze in his bloodstream. Bucky rolls his hips up into that delicious touch, blunt fingernails curling at the nape of Zemo's neck. He spends a long several moments just breathing, humming low as he gets his wish.

When Bucky feels confident of his ability to be articulate, he murmurs: ]

What's th' word for mouth...?

[Someone certainly was busy drinking, and trying to get more alcohol. Something Zemo may tease him about later, but right now, he's more focused in showing the other man just what he's capable of doing with his tongue.

He only pauses when Bucky speaks up again. Not that he strays far, staying close enough for Bucky to feel the brush of his breath as he speaks.]

Usta, James. Why?

[ Bucky shivers, that breath sending jolts up his spine. It takes him a moment to come back online, parsing the vocabulary and tying it to what he remembers from Russian. Similar enough for him to file it away.

He squirms a little, licking his lips. ]

Just asking for later.

[ When he's less coherent and Zemo is making him wild with that talented tongue. ]

[There's a soft chuckle that passes his lips at the response. For later. One hand slides over Bucky's thighs, kneading into muscle as his tongue swirls around the tip of his cock again, teases at the slit.

Lips brush over the sensitive flesh, but he doesn't go any further than that. James has learned a new word -- he can use it if he's wanting more than the teasing tongue lavishing attention over his cock.

There's something satisfying in the way that he can reduce Bucky to what he sees right now -- the squirming, the way his hands brush through his hair -- all with the careful movement of his tongue and some wandering hands.]

[ Bucky spreads his legs a bit more, inviting Zemo to get as comfortable as he likes. Now that he is his own man, he can express himself freely without fear of reprisal; no vicious backhands, no trips to the Chair, no humiliating tasks of servitude. If he likes something, he says so. If he doesn't, he says so. And Zemo rewards him for it, even making him beg for his wants.

It's a much more pleasurable kind of reconditioning. Especially when Zemo licks at his slit, making him cry out softly and arch his back. Bucky curses under his breath, trying not to yank too hard on Zemo's hair. But he wants more, wants to end up a babbling heap sprawled on the bed. ]

Yes.

[Rewards him, wants him to... all of these things are true. Watching James step into his own, even when he desires a firmer hand from Zemo, is delightful. It's like watching a transformation happening before his eyes and he's rather curious as to where it will lead them. There is no desire to humiliate him, to harm him in any way that will truly hurt.

The way Bucky responds to him, the tug at his hair, sent a dark thrill through him. He continues to tease at the slit with his tongue before he finally takes just the tip between his lips, sucks just enough for Bucky to feel it before he's drawing away again.]

Do you want more than my tongue, James?

[ Bucky groans, starting to writhe his hips in time with the torturous pleasure of Zemo's mouth. When those lips close around him, he whines, ready to start begging if he has to.

Then it stops.

Bucky lifts his head from the pillow, peering down at Zemo. Bastard has to tease him now? Bucky huffs, growing impatient. ]

Yes, yes. Keep going, don't stop now.

[His own expression is positively lit up with mischief at the reaction he receives from Bucky. He does like to see the huffing, the annoyance battling for dominance.]

You could say please, James.

[He chastises teasingly, but he does relent and gives Bucky what he wants. He leans forward to wrap his lips back around the head of his cock before he starts to slide down to take him a little deeper. Much as he'd love to continue teasing, watching Bucky writhe under him, fall apart because of him is a bit too much to pass up.]

Fuck. Fine. [ He drops his head back down to the pillow, but just as he gets "p-" out, Zemo's lips close around him and Bucky curses for an entirely different reason.

Loath as he was to admit it when they first reunited, Zemo has a way of getting in his head with mere conversation, under his skin with just his mouth. It's a skill set that has clearly been honed over time, both in his professional and private life. Maybe he shouldn't be so impressed by the first person he's fucked since being cleared of brainwashing...but that's a tall order with his dick halfway down someone's throat.

Especially when that person's so good at it.

Bucky rocks into that touch, distantly regretting that he didn't ask the word for 'please' earlier. Slavic languages aren't his forte, but he does know one, and it's similar enough to be easily parsed. ]

Пожалуйста. [ He adds in a breathy murmur: ] Please.

[Impressed is what Zemo is certainly aiming for with eager movements and a talented tongue seeking out the most sensitive pleasure spots on the cock he's lavishing attention on at the moment. The taste of him, the weight against his tongue-- it has his own neglected cock throbbing for attention.

It's the words that draw out a eager moan from his lips. Begging. Please.

He wonders briefly if anyone else has ever reduced Bucky to begging and desperation since he escaped his brainwashing, but it's a thought cast aside. Perhaps he has no right to feel anything like possessive, but how can he not? His pretty soldier, coming apart for him in one of the most intoxicating ways. He'd rather no one else experience that, see it.

There's too much for him to swallow down entirely in this position -- a nice girth, a nice length to be sure, but choking isn't quite the mood he's in tonight. Still, he takes as much as he dares, his fingers wrapping around what he can't quite manage. It's still enough that it hits the back of his throat, that muscles reflexively tighten around the head of Bucky's length before he's able to control himself. He doesn't protest the shallow rock of Bucky's hips, doesn't do anything beyond focus on bringing him as much pleasure as he possibly can.]

[ Bucky hasn't let anyone close enough to even spend more than a casual conversation, much less graduate to the sort of intimacy that could facilitate desperate pleading. That he's doing it with Zemo-- again-- says more about the level of trust between them and the state of Bucky's mental health. He's far more comfortable in his skin, and actually manages to get through the day without fearing his mind will flip on him. Having clarity makes things like this so much more enjoyable (even if he won't get into the reasons he was drinking so heavily... unless pressed).

He might not also confess to Zemo being his own little pet secret; the two of them and their dalliances, taking advantage of every free moment before Zemo has to suffer the penalties of his actions in Germany. It's like having a special pocket of time that only they can access. Maybe Bucky's a little jealous of that too.

And the clench of throat muscles around his length is almost too much, his body oversensitive from being worked over so deftly. Bucky's toes curl and he lifts his knees until his feet rest flat on the bed, hips rolling up again into the warmth of Zemo's mouth.

He gently pushes some of the hair from where it's stuck to Zemo's forehead, breathing growing ever heavier as he takes that talented mouth to task. ]

Wanna...feel you.

[ More than just his mouth. He needs them to be close, skin-to-skin, but might not last long enough to get the contact he wants. Not before they test his endurance, anyways-- but he's greedy, and can't help the desire to feel everything. ]

[There will be gentle pressing later, when Bucky is more sober, more than sated and hopefully more open to talking. When his mouth isn't busy, when Bucky isn't driving him mad with words like that. There's a deep moan as Bucky pushes up, slides his cock deeper as fingers brush through his hair. He's certain that's a hopeless mess at this point.

His hand slides up Bucky's thigh, soothing, reassuring. Much as part of him wants to stay where he is, enjoy the way Bucky pushes up, eager for more of his mouth, watch every little twitch and squirm, drink in every noise he manages to draw. But there's a desperation in those words that have him drawing back enough to speak. It takes a moment, swallowing, licking his swollen lips.]

How?

[The question comes out rough as he slides up Bucky's body, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand sliding between them to wrap around Bucky's spit-slick length to give him what he wants.]

It truly is, isn't it? 😤

Entirely unfair!

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Ever need quick zemo-slang? USE SERBIAN

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

Zemo talking dirty in every language 😍

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

Zemo: ALL THE TIME. Everything is seductive by default

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

That seems like an EXCELLENT CHALLENGE 😁

It really does and Zemo would never discourage Bucky from an attempt. 😏

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Dueling blowjobs 🎸

lmao yes. the boys and their oral fixations!

the best fixation t b h

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