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[ 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.

[ The tags jingle and Bucky's expression morphs from amused to something more sly. This dance they do, always so easily shifting from playful to possessive. ]

Mm. I do.

[He leans up to press a kiss to the corner of Bucky's lips before he's shifting up -- and off the bed.]

You stay. I'll be right back.

[Good time to give them both a breather, before things... cross lines they can't afford them to. Or shouldn't.

He takes a moment to refresh his glass of whiskey and take a sip or two before he retrieves the bottle and heads back to the bedroom.]

[ Bucky tries not to let his mind drift, but it's difficult without the constant distraction of Zemo next to him. Half the point of drinking was that he was lonely, missing Steve and the Howlies and a life he never really got to live fully. He hadn't bothered Sam because he has the boys and Sarah, and it's not worth bugging the guy this late with his woes. And sure, it's kind of shitty, but Zemo doesn't have anyone either really, outside of Oeznik. It made sense at the time to send drunk texts and flirt until he netted some company out of it.

But the empty bed, brief as is, just reminds him of how solitary he feels in the modern age, how out of place. It makes him miss Wakanda (a place he can't even visit right now due to the fuck-up over the very man he's waiting on to return).

Fortunately, Zemo is back before he's able to get too maudlin, and he sits up on his elbows when Zemo comes inside the bedroom. ]

More booze? I thought I'd hit my limit. At this rate, I'll be sleeping face-down on the floor in a puddle of my own drool.

[Zemo doesn't mind being a distraction of convenience. It isn't as if he has anyone else that regularly seeks out his company -- Oeznik, perhaps, but he demands enough of the man without taking away what time he has in his personal life.

And James is-- someone whose company he thoroughly enjoys, even if he doubts he's the smartest choice for the other man.

He shakes his head at the remark, coming to sit back on the edge of the bed.]

Who said it is for you, James? I've got quite a catch up to do. [He gives a curious look.]

You never said what the occasion was, you know.

[ Bucky makes a face, silently mouthing, "Oooooh," at being playfully rebuked. No more liquor for Bucky, apparently. The overdramatic expression fades, replaced with something more neutral. He shrugs. ]

Like I said before, I just wanted to drink. Passin' the time, seeing what my limits are. Not like I put on a cape and fight crime by night, y'know.

[ Ha haha what is not lying to cover your emotions, we just don't know ]

[There's a rather skeptical look at that. He doesn't believe it, but-- is James not entitled to his secrets now? Although there's part of Zemo that almost instinctively want to push.]

Of course.

[The whiskey is put on the bed side table before Zemo shifts to lie back at Bucky's side, sliding a hand out to rest against Bucky's stomach, idly tracing his fingertips over the warm skin there.]

It's just generally, there is more of a reason to drink to such excess. I wanted to check in case.

[ It seems counterproductive to weigh the evening down with his baggage, so Bucky tries to divert away from that. ]

I don't think 'excess' is quite the same bar for people like me.

[He gives an acknowledging hmm at that.]

Excess looks far more extravagant for you, I imagine.

[It would have to be, as fast as his body would try to burn through it.

He leans up after a moment though, pressing a slow, lingering kiss on Bucky's lips.]

But there are more pleasurable things to indulge in as well...

[ Half a liquor store?

Either way, Bucky meets that soft kiss, glad that they can indulge each other and get off the less pleasurable topics. A sizable portion of the alcohol has burned off, and he's confident he can work himself back up for another round. Zemo must be aching by now. ]

Mm. Like you getting inside me sooner rather than later.

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.

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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/!!!