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[experienceandpatience]

Impatient. [He chastises lightly, although there's a certain light that sparks up in his eyes when James grips at him. Blunt nails bite into Bucky's shoulders as he arches closer.]

Perhaps I like to relish what's mine for the night, James... [Know that every gasp and twitch is entirely for him, drawn out by him. It's rather gratifying knowing that no code words are needed to have James submit to him.

Still, he shifts up to nip at his lower lip, give it a careful tug.]

But perhaps you like to claim what's yours in a different way... If that's what you want, take it, James.

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[ He huffs in amusement. Impatient? ] With you, always.

[ He started out being quite adversarial with Zemo, perpetually walking a tightrope with regards to his temper. Something about the man constantly set him on edge, made him twitchy. Now, he has an outlet for that and Zemo is more than happy to make himself available.

And something in him burns when Zemo tells him to take what he wants. Like bellows fanning a flame, making him want. Bucky slides that hand from Zemo's hip to squeeze his ass, tugging the flesh to spread him a little. ]

It wouldn't be drawn out. It'd be like the last night on earth.

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[Eyes narrow on Bucky as he gropes at his ass, a wash of desire going over him, settling in the pit of his stomach. There's a shrug at those words, a bit of a challenge in his expression as fingers dart deceptively light down over his shoulders, along his chest.]

Your choice, James. I told you to take what you want. [His lips graze Bucky's again before he speaks lowly against them:]

I'm all yours tonight. [He kisses him a little deeper, coaxing him to part his lips.]

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Mm, I think I'll take round two.

[ Bucky wants to sober up a little before trying to focus on making Zemo scream. He does let that kiss linger, slow and languid and deep. As he tastes the lingering traces of liquor, Bucky pulls Zemo's hips closer with a slow rolling motion.

For the moment, they can kiss. Then Zemo can treat Bucky to whatever pleasures he likes. ]

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[It's easy to melt into the kisses. The way their lips meet and mingle, the way Bucky seems to always be just as eager for the contact. He lets out a soft groan that's swallowed between them as he gives a slow, steady roll of his hips.

Fingers idly find the dog tags still around Bucky's neck, idly toy with the chain before moving to the tags to trace the edges carefully. It's almost unreal for a moment, to be sitting in Bucky's home, just enjoying the company and contact without any pressing worries.

It's amazing enough that he would be allowed so close, let alone so eagerly, if he lets himself think about it too deeply. Between kisses, there's a quiet beautiful murmured against his lips in Sokovian.]

Your icon attacked me

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky would never let just anyone into his home. That Zemo is one of just a few makes the invitation all the more exclusive (even with being drunk). Zemo just radiates calm, collected energy--Sam calls it calculating--and it puts Bucky more at ease now. So often he finds himself reflecting the emotions of the people around him, but it can leave Bucky feeling anxious or cranky. With Zemo, it's like floating on a lake while lying in a canoe, gentle waves lapping at the hull. ]

Hm?

[ Bucky is guessing it's Sokovian, but was too busy drifting between thoughts of a calm lake and the cock lying hard between their bodies. ]

lol for a second, I was worried I accidentally chose a very inappropriate one again!!

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[Zemo is quiet for a few moments, keeping his lips busy with exploration. He won't ever be able to leave a lasting mark over the expanse of Bucky's neck, but it doesn't stop him from teasing there anyway. Teeth and lips and tongue busy at work as he moves his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

It's only moments later when he remembers to answer that quiet prompt.]

Mm... it was nothing important. [Lips curl up teasingly against Bucky's.] I simply said you are very beautiful.

Daniel Brühl's entire existence is an attack tbh

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[ an amused huff. ] Yeah? Well it sure made me feel important.

[ And flattered, and a dozen other things. Bucky meets those rolling motions, imagining the canoe again. Slow, rhythmic rocking. He nips at Zemo's bottom lip, allowing his own grin to show. ]

Does it flow better in Sokovian than other languages?

It truly is, isn't it? 😤

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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.

Entirely unfair!

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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. ]

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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.]

Ever need quick zemo-slang? USE SERBIAN

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[ 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. ]

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

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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?

Zemo talking dirty in every language 😍

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[ 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.

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

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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?

Zemo: ALL THE TIME. Everything is seductive by default

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[ 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. ]

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

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[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.

That seems like an EXCELLENT CHALLENGE 😁

[podchinyatsya]

[ 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.

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

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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.

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[ 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.

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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.]

Dueling blowjobs 🎸

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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...?

lmao yes. the boys and their oral fixations!

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[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?

the best fixation t b h

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]