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[experienceandpatience]

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[experienceandpatience]

[ That was perhaps a stronger reaction than he meant to inspire. But it earns an affectionate smile from him. Careful even when he's drunk. It's a far cry from the reactions he used to coax from the man. ]

No apologies needed, James. I'm hardly upset. And that bottle is yours... consider it a belated house warming gift.

[ In an attempt to soothe any concerns, Zemo steps in closer, sliding a hand up Bucky's chest to his shoulder before drawing him in closer. ]

I'm more concerned about taking advantage of you than the other way around. I can hardly think of a time when I wouldn't want you...

[ there's a pause, amused. ]

You called me Z again.

[podchinyatsya]

Ehh, you couldn't take advantage of me. Brain's fixed now. [ He semi-slurs, leaning into the touch as he taps his temple. ] Besides, I'm stronger than you even when I'm shitfaced.

[ Which likely isn't the point, but his alcohol-soaked mind isn't really connecting dots logically.

Then he huffs, looking down as if suddenly shy. Bucky blushes a little, biting his bottom lip like a teenager might do with their crush. ]

Yeah.

[experienceandpatience]

[Their strength isn't really what he was referring to, no, but Zemo lets out a quiet, charmed chuckle.]

Thank you for your kind reassurances, James.

[He teases lightly.]

You may call me Z if you want. I like it. [He nudges a shoulder against him fondly. More for the fondness and familiarity it implies than any actual nickname.]

[podchinyatsya]

Yeah?

[ He bites his lip again, coy, as Zemo nudges him. Encouraged by their playful banter, Bucky leans in to give Zemo a quick smooch before resuming his bashful routine. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[It's actually rather-- charming. The coy routine. He shifts in closer, leaning in for a bit of a longer kiss.]

Yes. [He lets out a soft laugh.] Why are you so shy, James? Quite a change from the man who texted me for alcohol and sex earlier...

[podchinyatsya]

[ a bit dazed, he blinks before protesting. ]

I'm not!!

You just...I dunno, make me feel all flustered when you say you like things I do. [ a shrug. ] Can't say why.

[ Alcohol and sex aren't off the table! Just- suspended for a moment. Briefly. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[He arches a brow at that confession before he reaches out to slide a hand into Bucky's, giving him a tug.]

Then I will have to remember to tell you what I like about you more often. [He gives a short smile.]

But for now, let's sit, James.

[podchinyatsya]

Sit? Are we having a round? Because I'm pretty sure I've had enough.

[ But he's not protesting, following Zemo's lead as easily as breathing. ]

[experienceandpatience]

I'm sure you've had enough as well. But I thought you wanted my company... was there something else you had in mind, James?

[He looks over his shoulder, giving a teasing look over.]

Ah, I suppose there was. You seemed rather eager to have me over your bar earlier...

[podchinyatsya]

I mean, the bedroom's right over there.

[ Not that it's as resplendent as Zemo's. But he is sleeping in his physical bed more now, and not the floor! ]

Unless you want me to bend you over the bar...

[experienceandpatience]

[Tiny steps! Zemo would be proud. Although now, he's just arching a brow at Bucky.]

It has its appeal, certainly. But I think it's only proper that I see your bed at some point as well...

[There's a more mischievous look as he takes a step away from Bucky, eyes scanning around his home.]

Perhaps I don't want a single area of your home to be without some memory of us, together.

[podchinyatsya]

Mm, I like how you think. [ He makes for the bar, prepping a small glass with ice for Zemo and pouring a couple fingers of liquor. Bucky reappears to proffer the drink, wry. ]

Just forgive my lack of throw pillows.

[experienceandpatience]

[He reaches for that drink with a thanks, lips curling up in amusement.]

You do have a rather... minimalistic approach. Only what's absolutely necessary?

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky shrugs, self-conscious about things now that Zemo is bringing it up. ]

I don't think about it. I mean, I got a bed, a kitchen, a shower...more than I ever did since 1938.

[experienceandpatience]

[He didn't mean to make Bucky self-conscious, really. He takes a sip from the glass as he reaches up with his free hand, resting it against the side of Bucky's face, lets his thumb idly brush past Bucky's lips.]

Comparatively fewer things to defile than my own place, but those are good starting points.

[He teases, lips quirking up into a smile as he tries to coax Bucky to relax.]

[podchinyatsya]

Defile...

[ He says with mock-affront. But he turns his face into Zemo's palm, forgetting about his lack of decor for the man in front of him. His guest is far more important. ]

Are we starting our reign of destruction in here or the kitchen?

[experienceandpatience]

Oh, no. It's your house, James. You get to choose.

[He leans up to press a quick kiss to the other man's lips, almost teasing.]

I wonder... have you thought about me here, James? Any little fantasies you would like to play out?

[podchinyatsya]

Honestly, no. But I don't imagine people coming over here either. You're basically the first.

[ Except Sam, who only comes to make sure Bucky isn't isolating (and to give him throw pillows or candles). ]

But I doooo have a few ideas to break this place in.

[experienceandpatience]

I suppose I can't be offended in that case...

[He smiles and shifts closer to Bucky, a curious tilt to his head.]

And what would those ideas be, James?

[podchinyatsya]

[ Ah, the patented Zemo headtilt. Bucky taps the rim of his glass and lifts his eyebrows. ]

Drink up first.

[experienceandpatience]

I suppose I do have a way to go to catch up with you.

[There's an amused huff before he brings up his glass to take a deep drink from it.]

[podchinyatsya]

You don't have to catch up, [ He slides his arms around Zemo's waist ] just drink enough to not taste the sludge I was drinking when we kiss.

[experienceandpatience]

[His body sways into James when his arms come around him, settling into the inviting warmth, the solid press of his body as he tilts his head back.]

Mm, kiss me now and we'll test it, James.

[podchinyatsya]

[ No further prompt needed. Bucky claims Zemo's lips with a softness he lacked earlier, parting his own lips to invite Zemo to taste for himself. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[Certainly better now than it was, he thinks -- although the desperate pawing hadn't been entirely awful, if he's honest. Leaning up, he lets out a soft noise into that kiss as he deepens it. James is inviting him to have a proper taste after all -- and he intends to at least try to leave him a bit breathless.]