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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?

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ Bucky spreads his legs a bit more, inviting Zemo to get as comfortable as he likes. Now that he is his own man, he can express himself freely without fear of reprisal; no vicious backhands, no trips to the Chair, no humiliating tasks of servitude. If he likes something, he says so. If he doesn't, he says so. And Zemo rewards him for it, even making him beg for his wants.

It's a much more pleasurable kind of reconditioning. Especially when Zemo licks at his slit, making him cry out softly and arch his back. Bucky curses under his breath, trying not to yank too hard on Zemo's hair. But he wants more, wants to end up a babbling heap sprawled on the bed. ]

Yes.

[Rewards him, wants him to... all of these things are true. Watching James step into his own, even when he desires a firmer hand from Zemo, is delightful. It's like watching a transformation happening before his eyes and he's rather curious as to where it will lead them. There is no desire to humiliate him, to harm him in any way that will truly hurt.

The way Bucky responds to him, the tug at his hair, sent a dark thrill through him. He continues to tease at the slit with his tongue before he finally takes just the tip between his lips, sucks just enough for Bucky to feel it before he's drawing away again.]

Do you want more than my tongue, James?

[ Bucky groans, starting to writhe his hips in time with the torturous pleasure of Zemo's mouth. When those lips close around him, he whines, ready to start begging if he has to.

Then it stops.

Bucky lifts his head from the pillow, peering down at Zemo. Bastard has to tease him now? Bucky huffs, growing impatient. ]

Yes, yes. Keep going, don't stop now.

[His own expression is positively lit up with mischief at the reaction he receives from Bucky. He does like to see the huffing, the annoyance battling for dominance.]

You could say please, James.

[He chastises teasingly, but he does relent and gives Bucky what he wants. He leans forward to wrap his lips back around the head of his cock before he starts to slide down to take him a little deeper. Much as he'd love to continue teasing, watching Bucky writhe under him, fall apart because of him is a bit too much to pass up.]

Fuck. Fine. [ He drops his head back down to the pillow, but just as he gets "p-" out, Zemo's lips close around him and Bucky curses for an entirely different reason.

Loath as he was to admit it when they first reunited, Zemo has a way of getting in his head with mere conversation, under his skin with just his mouth. It's a skill set that has clearly been honed over time, both in his professional and private life. Maybe he shouldn't be so impressed by the first person he's fucked since being cleared of brainwashing...but that's a tall order with his dick halfway down someone's throat.

Especially when that person's so good at it.

Bucky rocks into that touch, distantly regretting that he didn't ask the word for 'please' earlier. Slavic languages aren't his forte, but he does know one, and it's similar enough to be easily parsed. ]

Пожалуйста. [ He adds in a breathy murmur: ] Please.

[Impressed is what Zemo is certainly aiming for with eager movements and a talented tongue seeking out the most sensitive pleasure spots on the cock he's lavishing attention on at the moment. The taste of him, the weight against his tongue-- it has his own neglected cock throbbing for attention.

It's the words that draw out a eager moan from his lips. Begging. Please.

He wonders briefly if anyone else has ever reduced Bucky to begging and desperation since he escaped his brainwashing, but it's a thought cast aside. Perhaps he has no right to feel anything like possessive, but how can he not? His pretty soldier, coming apart for him in one of the most intoxicating ways. He'd rather no one else experience that, see it.

There's too much for him to swallow down entirely in this position -- a nice girth, a nice length to be sure, but choking isn't quite the mood he's in tonight. Still, he takes as much as he dares, his fingers wrapping around what he can't quite manage. It's still enough that it hits the back of his throat, that muscles reflexively tighten around the head of Bucky's length before he's able to control himself. He doesn't protest the shallow rock of Bucky's hips, doesn't do anything beyond focus on bringing him as much pleasure as he possibly can.]

[ Bucky hasn't let anyone close enough to even spend more than a casual conversation, much less graduate to the sort of intimacy that could facilitate desperate pleading. That he's doing it with Zemo-- again-- says more about the level of trust between them and the state of Bucky's mental health. He's far more comfortable in his skin, and actually manages to get through the day without fearing his mind will flip on him. Having clarity makes things like this so much more enjoyable (even if he won't get into the reasons he was drinking so heavily... unless pressed).

He might not also confess to Zemo being his own little pet secret; the two of them and their dalliances, taking advantage of every free moment before Zemo has to suffer the penalties of his actions in Germany. It's like having a special pocket of time that only they can access. Maybe Bucky's a little jealous of that too.

And the clench of throat muscles around his length is almost too much, his body oversensitive from being worked over so deftly. Bucky's toes curl and he lifts his knees until his feet rest flat on the bed, hips rolling up again into the warmth of Zemo's mouth.

He gently pushes some of the hair from where it's stuck to Zemo's forehead, breathing growing ever heavier as he takes that talented mouth to task. ]

Wanna...feel you.

[ More than just his mouth. He needs them to be close, skin-to-skin, but might not last long enough to get the contact he wants. Not before they test his endurance, anyways-- but he's greedy, and can't help the desire to feel everything. ]

[There will be gentle pressing later, when Bucky is more sober, more than sated and hopefully more open to talking. When his mouth isn't busy, when Bucky isn't driving him mad with words like that. There's a deep moan as Bucky pushes up, slides his cock deeper as fingers brush through his hair. He's certain that's a hopeless mess at this point.

His hand slides up Bucky's thigh, soothing, reassuring. Much as part of him wants to stay where he is, enjoy the way Bucky pushes up, eager for more of his mouth, watch every little twitch and squirm, drink in every noise he manages to draw. But there's a desperation in those words that have him drawing back enough to speak. It takes a moment, swallowing, licking his swollen lips.]

How?

[The question comes out rough as he slides up Bucky's body, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand sliding between them to wrap around Bucky's spit-slick length to give him what he wants.]

[ 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.

lmao yes. the boys and their oral fixations!

the best fixation t b h

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