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[experienceandpatience]

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[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.]

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky pulls their hips flush, sliding his flat palm across the small of the other man's back. He's perfectly fine with this kiss and where it's going, and Zemo licking into his mouth to judge the quality of flavor lingering on Bucky's tongue. If he's found wanting, Bucky can't tell for now, too occupied with letting Zemo make the kiss everything he can handle and more.

A wonderful housewarming, if he must say so. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[There's a moan that's lost into that kiss when he's pulled in even tighter, his pulse kicking up a bit at the contact. Blindly, he places his glass down on the nearest surface in favor of tangling both his hands into Bucky's hair, pulling him in close.

This is a rather pleasant welcoming as well...

When the kiss finally does end, Zemo flashes a mischievous look, lips curling up.]

I may still be a bit overdressed, James...

[podchinyatsya]

Luckily I happen to be really good at helping with that.

[ Bucky tugs at the hem of Zemo's shirt so that he can pull it up over the man's head. But he also can't keep his lips unoccupied for very long, leaning in to plant kisses along the column of Zemo's neck. ]

Nnn god I love the smell of your cologne.

[experienceandpatience]

[There's a breathy chuckle as his shirt is discarded and lips move to his neck, maybe preening a little under the appreciation.

At least for a moment. Then he tilts his head back to offer more room as his own hands slide over Bucky's back, up to tangle through his hair.]

James... you've yet to tell me those ideas of yours.