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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. ]

Just get to it... such romance, James.

[He teases lightly as he settles between those parted legs. He leans up to brush a kiss to James' lips, reaching out with his other hand to take the lube and draw it closer.]

How long has it been for you since you were in such a position?

Don't ask me questions you don't want the answer to, Z.

[ he replies, wry. It's been-- a while. Bucky isn't sure he remembers for sure. As much as he wants it, as good as he knows it'll feel, he's afraid that honesty will put Zemo off, will dampen the mood. Going a long time (or for the first time) can be more work than it's worth to some, and his elevated healing complicates that.

Plus, recalling the precise date runs the risk of unleashing very unpleasant memories. ]

I'm not a blushing virgin.

[He wants to insist that if he hadn't wanted the answer, he wouldn't have asked. It isn't as if he would rethink this, whether it's the first time or just the first in a very long time. He wants Bucky too much to step back now.

But he'll respect Bucky's desire to not talk... at least for now.

There's a smile, short and brief at the reassurance.]

I may have noticed that, James.

[It's a light tease, softened with another smile before he coats his fingers with the lube he brought over.

James said to get to it, didn't he? So he obliges, sliding a hand between his thighs to rub a digit carefully against him. He doesn't quite press in right away, teasing the tight ring of muscle as eyes dart up to watch Bucky's reactions.]

[ Bucky inhales deep, less of a way to brace himself as relax and fully feel it. He bites his bottom lip, rocking forward to prompt Zemo to continue. ]

Mm, just like that. Keep going.

[ His skin is flushed with arousal, cock starting to fill out with the press of that fingertip. Zemo's so considerate, even when Bucky would be throwing caution to the wind and just begging to be fucked. It's probably better this way in the long-term, rather than to be so cavalier-- but Bucky's been in a Mood tonight and he has little patience for responsible bedroom play.

Still, he doesn't try to force Zemo's hand or goad him into angry sex. Bucky wants to at least attempt to savor this and save his emotional turmoil for later. For the moment, it's just the two of them and all the ways they can explore and be as close as possible. ]

Demanding tonight, James.

[Zemo's attention is split though, eyes roaming Bucky appreciatively. He enjoys that flush creeping up his skin, the way his body is already beginning to respond to his touch. He shouldn't be so-- affected by all of this. He shouldn't ache for it so badly. But James is-- a rather beautiful man. It's impossible to not think it, to not feel his own neglected cock ache to be inside him.

He shifts back onto his knees to better look at him, to better watch his reactions.

He pushes his finger inside of Bucky, sinking into tight heat that sends a spike of want straight through him. His free hand slides up the inside of a thigh, kneading into muscle appreciatively.]

Hmm. [ A chuckle. ] You like it.

--Nnnnnn. [ He writhes a bit on that single finger, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip. Maybe if he- just...rolls his hips forward a little- ] Fuck, don't stop, don't stop. I can take it, c'mon.

[ Already starting to babble and Zemo's not even fully in him yet. Already a bit wrecked and he's only halfway hard. He wants. He wants so badly to be fucked until his mind blanks out, until he's blabbering nonsense and pleas and goading Zemo to go faster, harder, more. Bucky grips at the sheets, tugging them into bunches in his fingers; they'll likely tear but it's a simple thing to replace. ]

[What he wants to do is take things so -- even if the likelihood of him actually hurting Bucky is rather slim. A normal man against a super soldier... he really stands no chance.

But that said, the urging isn't something he's immune to. He picks up the pace, adding a second finger and curling them. His pace is faster, less careful as he works at opening Bucky up for him.]

I do like rather a lot about you, it turns out. [There's a slight smirk that twitches at his own lips.]

Are you certain? Can you handle more?

[ He moans, throwing his head back as Zemo's fingers curl and press just close enough to make him start breathing faster. His cock has filled out, laying red and swollen against his abdomen, and proving his body's minimal recovery time when properly motivated. Bucky hasn't been instructed to keep from touching himself, really. So he wraps desperate fingers around the base, stroking slowly to release some of the ache.

He's near breathless, growing more needy by the moment. It's of exactly no consequence in his addled mind as to whether he's trying to go too fast or too hard. It doesn't matter, he just needs, and he'll heal later, it's fine. ]

Yes, yes. G-- just fuck me c'mon, I need it. Want you inside me.

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So desperate... I like that I can put you in this state. [Well, that certainly confirms Zemo's... curiosities about the serum, doesn't it? Already fully back into the game they're playing. Urgently so from the looks of it. He barely bites back a groan at the sight of Bucky stroking himself off.

He can't wait.

His own neglected cock aches -- and he just hopes he still has enough resolve to hold back for as long as they both need to get what they want out of this.

He withdraws his fingers and goes to slick himself up, trying to not think about the friction of his own hand as he shifts forward. He guides himself into place, pressing against Bucky and into with steady persistence.]

James-- look at me.

[There's something gratifying in making certain that Bucky's attention is on him alone, that he's truly the one he's so desperate for, aching for.]

[ it's frustrating to lose the feeling of those fingers, the probing touch that he wants so badly. But it's quickly replaced with what he really wants, what he needs, and he holds his breath just long enough for Zemo to press in, further and inevitable until Bucky's almost too full. God, he's thick and long and everything.

Bucky exhales, dragging his gaze upwards, his expression lust-hazed. He hitches a leg over Zemo's hip, shuddering when it changes the pressure slightly. He can hardly help the low rumble of his voice, the flush of his skin, the sweat and aching and yes- ]

Fuck me, Helmut.

[He always enjoys those moments when Bucky is so far gone, so lost in pleasure and lust that he drops any pretense of formality and he hears Helmut from those lips. There's an added intimacy to it, to that affectionate Z that thrills him. Like he's claimed a little part of Bucky beyond being the man who once controlled and manipulated him.

He can't stop himself. He's waited so long -- and now he's surrounded by perfectly tight heat that claws at every urge to move. Just move. He does. Long, steady strokes as he tries to give them what they both want, one of his hands sliding down to grip tightly at Bucky's hip, almost possessively.]

Mm, no. Јеби ме, James. This was a language lesson, yes?

[ Bucky tries pulling Zemo closer, tugging at his waist to get him to move faster, harder. Frustrated that Zemo's trying to play coy even while grabbing his hip, he growls in hushed, venomous Russian. ]

If you don't fuck me I will flip you over and do it myself.

[There's a grunt when he's pulled in harder -- there's really not much he can do if Bucky chose to overpower him, but he hardly seems like it's a concern at all as he brings a hand up to press down hard on Bucky's chest. An attempt to push him back to the mattress as he gives a sharp, more punishing buck of his hips.

... Oh, but he likes the sound of that Russian on Bucky's lips.]

If you do that, I'll stop. Don't tempt me, James.

[There's a challenge to his voice, even as a smirk twitches at the corner of his lips. He does try to give Bucky what he wants -- hard, quick thrusts that bury him to the hilt and back. Blunt nails dig into Bucky's flesh with one hand while the other slides between them to take Bucky's cock in hand.]

One day, perhaps I will tie you down with something not so easy to escape... tease you over and over again, bring you right to the edge and back again until you can't even speak to beg for relief, much less threaten.

[ Goading Zemo by being a brat is giving him what he needs, so he won't be arguing the finer points of what could even begin to hold him.

And being pushed back down just makes him ache more, the easy slide into commander/soldier just far too natural in response. Bucky wants so badly to nip at Zemo's bottom lip and tug, to bite little marks all over his neck and shoulder. But he's being jerked off--finally--and all Bucky can do is arch his hips in time with Zemo's thrusts while wanton moans and heady chuckles fill the air. ]

Mn, bet it gets ya hard at night too, imagining me powerless beneath you. Fuckin' putty in your hands.

Ohfuck, yeah just like that. Right there.

Oh, James--

[There's a breathless, amused noise that leaves him at that goading, his hand tightening over the other man's cock, thumb rubbing over the head on upstrokes as he tries to milk more of those shameless moans out of him. He could listen to this all nigh... for multiple nights, if he's honest. The shameless noises, the way Bucky arches and writhes.

It's powerful, reducing the man to this.

His lips curl up in a wider smile, mischievous and teasing.]

Many different thoughts of you have gotten me hard at night. [He angles his hips to give Bucky what he's asking for.]

I wonder what it is that gets you aching at night...

[ Hearing Zemo confess to fantasizing about him pushes Bucky all that much closer to the edge, the talented hand stroking him off another point of pleasure added to the already punishing pace he's set with his thrusting. Zemo changes angles and Bucky sees sparks behind his eyelids, jolts of pleasure zipping up his spine.

Zemo will get a few more encouraging, wanton moans from Bucky for that. ]

--Nnh, want me to think of you? Hands down my pants jerking it while I imagine you sucking me off?

[ His filthy mouth only seems to get worse the closer he gets, his leg hitching higher over Zemo's hip to enhance the angle and pressure. Another burst of breathy laughter leaves his lips, his brain absolutely swimming in chemical and physical pleasure. ]

Imagine me-- fuckin' myself open, all ready for you, fingers as far as they could go, mmn-- c'mon, almost there...

Of course I want you to think of me, James... what a silly question.

[He pants, jaw tightening as he listens to Bucky's words. The thought of the other man thinking of him when he's not around, remembering him -- it's selfishly satisfying. He slides his hands up the other's chest, fingers brushing the tags hanging around his neck, curling his fingers around them.

He can already feel his own release building up, pleasure lighting up his nerves, muscles tensing. He can't stop a pleased groan as he snaps his hips forward, harder, faster. Those words spilling from Bucky's lips aren't helping at all.]

Don't hold back. Let go.

[ The more frantic the pace, the lower and rougher Bucky's voice grows, rumbling in his chest until it's nearly a growl. It's Zemo playing with his tags that really does it, Bucky's hands gripping at Zemo's ass to pull him deeper as the feeling of being owned drags him over the edge.

When he shakes apart, it's with a whispered curse, eyes squeezed shut as he shudders and spills over. This climax hits even harder than the last, the feeling of Zemo in him brushing that most sensitive place drawing out a long, deep groan. Bucky starts pleading, begging Zemo to come, words half-formed and desperate. Feeling the man come apart when he's usually so controlled is the most delightful little drug; one he's become far too addicted to experiencing. ]

[The way he's pulled in closer, deep as he can possibly go in their current position. He grinds himself against Bucky, his jaw tightening as pleasure hits hard.]

James--

[There's a rough, deep curse that leaves his lips as he comes, hard, and deep into the other man - thrilling in the way he begs for it, how desperate he is to feel and see and--

He groans again as he leans over the other man, pressing a hand to the mattress beside Bucky's head to support his weight. For a moment, he's still, expression twisted in pleasure as he tries to catch his breath, every inch of him so sated, so eager to collapse against Bucky, even though he resists the urge. But he doesn't pull away from him yet, doesn't quite slip out of him before he leans forward to let their lips brush.]

[ Music to his ears, and a feast for the eyes. When Zemo leans in, Bucky claims his mouth, hungrily deepening the kiss as he rolls the onto their side. Now that they don't have to worry about supporting their weight, he's free to let his hand roam over flushed skin, to comb his fingers through hair dampened with sweat.

Fatigue threatens to push him off to sleep, but he resists as much as possible, cupping Zemo's face and brushing his cheekbone with a thumb. It's almost-- tender. ]

[He doesn't protest the movement, settling easily on his side with a sigh as he sinks into the mattress. The hand roaming over him earns another contented noise as he slides his own around Bucky's waist, keeping him pressed close.]

James...

[He smiles at the way Bucky's fingers brush over his skin -- something too soft behind it. Something he should hardly thrill in or enjoy as much as he does. And yet, here he is, pressing in close, tangling limbs together as he presses another kiss to Bucky's lips.]

If you're tired, you should rest.

Mmn. [ He hums by way of agreement, reveling in the comfort of a close body and the contentment of being able to tangle up with someone. It only takes a brief moment to (very reluctantly) shift so Zemo isn't stuck being uncomfortably buried in him all night.

It's probably foolish, too much attachment, but he bumps Zemo's nose with his own before nuzzling his neck and sighing. ]

'Night, Z.

[All of this is too much, too close, too fond. The way Bucky nudges against him, stays close... He thought for a moment about slipping out of bed as soon as Bucky had drifted off, gathering his things, leaving. But part of him strangely doesn't want to leave him to wake to an empty bed in the morning.

And selfishly, maybe he doesn't want to leave.

He shifts to get a little more comfortable with Bucky wrapped around him, lifting a hand to comb through the other man's hair in a gesture he shouldn't make. It's too intimate, too soft... but Bucky's asleep, right? It doesn't matter.]

Sometimes I miss your long hair. [He mutters quietly, carefully. He doesn't actually want to wake the other man. It may take him a while to drift off and join Bucky though.]

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Bucky Barnes: consummate romantic😘

Real breathtaker! 💕

In more ways than one😈

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Bucky's not self-destructive, noooo! 🙂

Bucky, you're going to worry him at this rate 😔

Haha, oops......???😬

It's okay, they can be dumb and self-destructive together! Cool kids club 😏

Dumb and self-destructive \o/!!!

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Not bothering with Cyrillic-- 2much 2translate

Haha, sometimes it is!

Russian has 2many gd case declensions!!1

It really does!!

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