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[ He welcomes the slide of another body against his own, surrounding him with heat and sating the hunger for more contact. Bucky moans when Zemo finally starts stroking him, hooking a leg over his hip and gripping the nape of his neck to pull him down for a searing kiss. Bucky kisses until he's breathless, until he's rocking into that touch in ever more frantic intervals. He's close, and his own voice mirrors that roughness in between sharp nips to Zemo's lip, his jaw, his neck. ]

Yeah, just like that.

[There are soft gasps, breaths drawn in heavy when teeth bite along his jaw, down his neck. His head tilts to the side to offer more access as his fingers twitch tighter around James. Firm strokes, quick to match the frantic pace the other is setting.

His own cock presses in against Bucky's thigh insistently, and he can't help a careful roll of his hips to try to get a bit of pleasure in return.]

Let go, James.

[ He has to do it, has to follow the prompt. It's too much to try and hang on, to draw this out when it feels so good and he's in such need of relief. Bucky bites down on the meat of Zemo's shoulder, body tensing just before his movements become erratic and irregular. As he comes, he shudders, shaking apart while holding on to Zemo like his life depends on it. Sweat beads at his brow, and even with the white-hot nova of climax, he manages to at least keep some motion going to help Zemo out.

Just as he's getting oversensitive, he rolls them over, bracing himself on the Vibranium arm since the other one is too wobbly to hold up his weight reliably. Bucky peers down, still catching his breath, and palms Zemo's aching erection as he leans in for a softer kiss. It's slower, grateful, a little tentative as if he's nervous to be too vulnerable. ]

[He's going to have a mark with the way those teeth sink into his flesh -- but the pain of teeth and the way Bucky tenses and shudders underneath him both make his head spin with want, just pure and selfish want and desire to claim the man beneath him in any way possible. Warmth spills between them and Zemo draws it out as long as he's able.

Until he's flipped over at least, suddenly beneath the warm, solid weight of the other man. Words fail him for a moment, in the way that Bucky always seems capable of. His body arches into Bucky's hand, aching for more as any noise is swallowed up in that kiss.]

James-- [The name is murmured breathlessly as his clean hand slides up to rest against the side of his face softly. Fingers brush over overheated skin with an affection he doesn't bother hiding.]

Yeah-? [ He breathes it, half a question and half encouragement. Zemo always says his name like it's reverent, like it's something hallowed and sacred. Bucky will take that praise and revel in it, letting the melodic cadence of Zemo's voice ring long in his mind. Even the way he caresses Bucky, fingers so gingerly brushing over his cheek.

He wraps his fingers around the aching cock between them and begins stroking at a rapid clip. As much as he was overwhelmed and blinded by pleasure, he wants Zemo to feel the same, snapping like a rubber band pulled too tight.

His lips trace the shell of Zemo's ear before he's murmuring in a low, rough tone: ]

What you do to me...

And what do I do to you, James?

[He manages, though the words are rough, forced. It's too hard to focus on keeping face when Bucky seems to want the opposite. His hands slide to Bucky's shoulders, nails biting into skin for something to ground himself with as he bucks his hips up.

He's not going to last like this and it's probably clear in the tension throughout his body, in the way he bucks up and squirms and gasps.]

Don't stop--

[ Bucky gives him what he needs, focusing some attention on stroking just near the tip where it's sensitive, then switching back to long, full length motions. He nips at an earlobe, tugging gently with his teeth before nosing at the spot just below, where he can detect the faintest remnants of cologne. ]

Wanna fuck me?

[ It's breathy, almost dangerous in tone. Unfair of him to dangle that carrot when Zemo's almost to the edge, but well, he did ask Bucky a question and this is technically an answer to that. ]

[Zemo should probably have more shame. The way Bucky is already testing his reserve, making him come undone. Slick hair sticks to his forehead as he pants and holds on with an edge of desperation, the restless movements of his hops as that hand strokes over him--

Then he hits him with something that steals his breath away. It isn't something he had expected from James, not really. He gave up so much control to Zemo already, it had felt like this was another step. Wide eyes dart to meet Bucky's, as if he can work out just how serious he is.]

Yes.

[It's a simple answer, but entirely truthful, genuine.]

[ He hums his amusement as a soft huff over Zemo's neck, darting his tongue out to lick a quick stripe up the skin there. He slows his hand from stroking so frantically, opting for gentle caresses instead. ]

You gonna last long enough?

[ While he's not able to fully be back in the game yet, Bucky's cock does twitch with interest. Zemo is always so wonderfully blissed out when he comes, but the look on his face would surely be exquisite. ]

[It's unfair, a part of him thinks, that James should so easily break him down and leave him so desperate so easily. But then this is a mutual game, isn't it? He seems to be able to leave Bucky just as satisfied, just as thrilled.

He huffs out something like a laugh as he tries to slow his breath, gather any reserve and dignity he has left.]

Perhaps give me just a moment...

[Not that it stops him from turning his head to brush a kiss somewhere along Bucky's shoulder, soft and affectionate. It's probably-- more open than he should be, but it's also terribly difficult to shove the urge down completely.]

[ Bucky answers with his own soft chuckling, helpfully removing his hand so Zemo can collect himself. It's a little too risky to let himself enjoy that soft kiss to his shoulder, to think about what they could get up to without the constant threat of the carceral system looming over them.

So he flops over onto his back, lying next to Zemo. ]

Face up or down? ...shit we're gonna need something slick. Shitttt.

[ He isn't getting up to search yet, but is already wondering if he's put the cart before the horse. ]

[Zemo almost finds himself missing Bucky's weight and heat over him when he rolls to his back, but he doesn't quite chase after him right away. He folds an arm behind his head to pillow it, looking over at the other man.]

Face up, James. [He wants to see his reaction, even if it makes everything so much more intimate than they likely should be. A bit late to worry about that.

He rolls to his side, lips curling up in amusement.]

You weren't prepared at all, were you? I suppose that answers whether or not you've been with anyone else.

[Not that it's any of his business, really.]

I may have picked up more than just alcohol on my way over, James, after all those texts you sent.

[He didn't want to come unprepared, that's all, especially when Bucky seemed rather determined to get into his trousers tonight.]

Of course, it's in my coat that we discarded at your bar, I believe.

Way to rub it in, Helmut.

[ He laughs a little, folding his arms behind his head. ]

Though it only answers if I've been with a man, if you really want to get technical.

[ Bucky effects an overdramatic sigh, unable to stop grinning despite himself. ]

Always prepared, aren't ya, Z?

Fair enough.

[There's a smile tugging at his lips though, despite the taunt. He presses himself up against Bucky's side, reaches out to trace fingers up his chest, idly toy with those ever-present tags hung around his neck.]

But I'm the one who received a call tonight. It's rather flattering to be thought of, James.

[There's a soft laugh as eyes dart up.]

Admit it, you like this about me.

[ The tags jingle and Bucky's expression morphs from amused to something more sly. This dance they do, always so easily shifting from playful to possessive. ]

Mm. I do.

[He leans up to press a kiss to the corner of Bucky's lips before he's shifting up -- and off the bed.]

You stay. I'll be right back.

[Good time to give them both a breather, before things... cross lines they can't afford them to. Or shouldn't.

He takes a moment to refresh his glass of whiskey and take a sip or two before he retrieves the bottle and heads back to the bedroom.]

[ Bucky tries not to let his mind drift, but it's difficult without the constant distraction of Zemo next to him. Half the point of drinking was that he was lonely, missing Steve and the Howlies and a life he never really got to live fully. He hadn't bothered Sam because he has the boys and Sarah, and it's not worth bugging the guy this late with his woes. And sure, it's kind of shitty, but Zemo doesn't have anyone either really, outside of Oeznik. It made sense at the time to send drunk texts and flirt until he netted some company out of it.

But the empty bed, brief as is, just reminds him of how solitary he feels in the modern age, how out of place. It makes him miss Wakanda (a place he can't even visit right now due to the fuck-up over the very man he's waiting on to return).

Fortunately, Zemo is back before he's able to get too maudlin, and he sits up on his elbows when Zemo comes inside the bedroom. ]

More booze? I thought I'd hit my limit. At this rate, I'll be sleeping face-down on the floor in a puddle of my own drool.

[Zemo doesn't mind being a distraction of convenience. It isn't as if he has anyone else that regularly seeks out his company -- Oeznik, perhaps, but he demands enough of the man without taking away what time he has in his personal life.

And James is-- someone whose company he thoroughly enjoys, even if he doubts he's the smartest choice for the other man.

He shakes his head at the remark, coming to sit back on the edge of the bed.]

Who said it is for you, James? I've got quite a catch up to do. [He gives a curious look.]

You never said what the occasion was, you know.

[ Bucky makes a face, silently mouthing, "Oooooh," at being playfully rebuked. No more liquor for Bucky, apparently. The overdramatic expression fades, replaced with something more neutral. He shrugs. ]

Like I said before, I just wanted to drink. Passin' the time, seeing what my limits are. Not like I put on a cape and fight crime by night, y'know.

[ Ha haha what is not lying to cover your emotions, we just don't know ]

[There's a rather skeptical look at that. He doesn't believe it, but-- is James not entitled to his secrets now? Although there's part of Zemo that almost instinctively want to push.]

Of course.

[The whiskey is put on the bed side table before Zemo shifts to lie back at Bucky's side, sliding a hand out to rest against Bucky's stomach, idly tracing his fingertips over the warm skin there.]

It's just generally, there is more of a reason to drink to such excess. I wanted to check in case.

[ It seems counterproductive to weigh the evening down with his baggage, so Bucky tries to divert away from that. ]

I don't think 'excess' is quite the same bar for people like me.

[He gives an acknowledging hmm at that.]

Excess looks far more extravagant for you, I imagine.

[It would have to be, as fast as his body would try to burn through it.

He leans up after a moment though, pressing a slow, lingering kiss on Bucky's lips.]

But there are more pleasurable things to indulge in as well...

[ Half a liquor store?

Either way, Bucky meets that soft kiss, glad that they can indulge each other and get off the less pleasurable topics. A sizable portion of the alcohol has burned off, and he's confident he can work himself back up for another round. Zemo must be aching by now. ]

Mm. Like you getting inside me sooner rather than later.

Yes, that, certainly.

[He shifts over Bucky slowly, propping his weight up on one arm as the other reaches up to brush over his face, smooth back hair.]

One of the perks of what the Countess has granted me for my cooperation... I have more time to explore more of what makes you tremble and shake apart with pleasure. I don't intend to waste that, James.

Y'know, you could just get to it-- I'm already in bed with you, Helmut.

[ He smirks, trying to be cheeky even though he's spreading his legs to make room for Zemo to settle there. Yet he can't hide the soft sigh as Zemo caresses his face. Bucky's just too much a sucker for physical touch, no matter how playful he tries to be. ]

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