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Blend in. Enjoy the party. Stay out of trouble. That's what Sharon had told them.
Easy enough instructions to follow. While Bucky wasn't very familiar with the way people partied these days compared to the 40's he could still enjoy the enticing beats of the songs played in the bar and the ocean of people dancing amongst themselves, oblivious to the rest of the world around them. For a moment he's tempted to join the dance floor but he hasn't danced in over eighty years so he doesn't know if he even could dance anymore, so he suffices with nursing a drink in his hand and leaning against the bar, just people watching. He doesn't even know what's in his drink - it's sweet and colorful and has a fruity flavor beneath the very strong alcohol, but it's good. And it's not like it mattered anyway, for he couldn't get drunk in any case.
Sam had ventured off earlier, deep in conversation with a few other party attenders while Sharon was off doing her own thing, trying to find out the whereabouts of Dr. Nagel - the man behind the recreated super-soldier serum - but Bucky didn't mind the lack of company. He could use the time to gather his own thoughts, now that he had been left alone with them. He sips his drink in silence as his eyes drag over to the dancing crowd again.
The red and blue hues cast the room in a beautiful light, otherwise dim and dark. The energy in the pile of people is strangely enthralling - people were smiling, laughing, flirting amongst one another, carefree to the troubles of the outside world and Bucky envied them. A woman with long red hair, tall and beautiful, catches his eyes and winks at him and Bucky barely manages to smile back. It's weak and doesn't reach his eyes, which must be why the woman quickly seems to lose interest, turning her eyes back to the person in front of her, more than likely a friend. Bucky sips more of his drink and wishes it would affect him.
The ghost of his smile turns into a scowl when he spots the familiar man in the crowd. He had been surprised when Zemo had promptly announced that he wanted to dance - especially when he definitely couldn't dance for shit by the looks of it - but then again, he barely knew anything of the man outside for his malicious actions and his military history. He looks absolutely ridiculous but also so human that it nearly startles Bucky; it was hard to believe that the man bobbing around to the beat of the music would be capable of so much grief and death.
His jaw twitches at the thought and he quickly finishes his drink and turns around to the bartender to order another. He doesn't even bother looking at the menu, just tells the man tending the bar to "surprise him", and only a few seconds later another drink is pushed into his hands, less colorful than the last one. With a tilt of the glass Bucky finds it to be hard liqueur and it burns the back of his throat but he welcomes the sensation, even if he knew it would do nothing to soothe his nerves. The bartender doesn't try any small talk with him for which Bucky is thankful for, but he does give him a knowing smile, one which Bucky doesn't return and instead turns his eyes back on the dance floor.
He blinks in surprise when he notices another man dancing next to Zemo. At first there's nothing strange about it but then Bucky sees the distance between them - or rather, the lack thereof. Granted, the dance floor was quite packed and everyone was close to each other but Zemo and the man seemed to be even more so, chests nearly rubbing together and they were clearly having a conversation, one which had lit up the Baron's face in a way Bucky had never seen before.
The man is taller than Zemo and he looks somewhere around his early 30's, with long dark hair tied into a manbun and lips pulled into a smirk that could only be considered as flirtatious. Bucky watches, reluctantly intrigued, as the man leans over to Zemo's shoulder and seems to whisper something into his ear and whatever it was drags out a laughter out of the Baron, his eyes glinting mischievously in the dark room. The two continue to dance and Zemo's movements seem to mirror his companion's - now less about a man letting out steam but rather a man on a mission, looking less ridiculous than he had a moment ago. The beat of the song matches perfectly the pace of his hips and the motion of his arms and Bucky takes a long sip of his drink when the man with dark hair slides his arm around Zemo's waist, the touch slack but inviting, giving him room to pull back - which the Baron doesn't, but instead leans closer with a low smile and Bucky's fingers grab the glass in his hand a little tighter.
Really, it shouldn't have come off as a surprise that Zemo seemed to be interested in men as well as women. Bucky had been aware of his own interests for his entire life and living in a world as it had been in the 40's, he had learned to read the subtle signs of his fellow men. But he couldn't trust his own instincts when he tried to read Zemo - the man was a mystery, his true self hiding below so many layers of masks and facades that even if the signs had been clearly there (Bucky very much remembered the looks the Baron had shot towards him when he had gotten dressed at the plane, like a starved man next to a buffet) it wasn't something he could trust to be genuine. Clearly, it had been.
Bucky doesn't even know why the realization that Zemo also welcomed men into his bed made his throat feel a little tighter than it was a minute ago. His mind rushes back to Selby's bar, the way the Baron's fingers had cupped his jaw, slack and yet so possessive, "He'll do anything you want", and Bucky quickly takes another swig of his drink, not allowing himself to finish the thought, and places the now empty glass on the bar with a loud clank.
When he dares to look back at the dance floor he finds Zemo still dancing with his new acquaintance, though with a further inspection Bucky sees that the dark-haired man had slipped his thigh between Zemo's legs, bringing the men even closer to each other than before. Zemo is still smirking, playful, as his hand gently rests on the other man's hip, almost subtle. The song switches into something a little slower and Bucky nearly chokes on his own spit when he sees Zemo grinding against the man's thigh, one fluid motion of his hips like it was second nature to him. The man in front of him seems mesmerized, his eyes dark and heavy and his jaw hanging slack, and Bucky's mouth feels dry when the Baron reaches for the man's face and rubs his thumb against his lower lip. For a moment Bucky thinks Zemo was going to kiss him but instead he leans next to his ear and a wicked grin spreads on the man's lips, clearly pleased by whatever the Baron had said.
They continue to dance for a moment before the song changes again and the taller man pulls away, his lips quipped in a low smile and nods towards the exit of the bar. Bucky squints, suspicious, as the man starts leading Zemo away from the dance floor, both men squirming around the ocean of people with ease and determined steps. Before he even realizes what he's doing Bucky leans back from the bar and follows after them because it's Zemo, who the fuck knew what he was planning. Bucky wouldn't put it past the man to pretend to be interested in someone just to use them as a distraction for an escape.
Bucky follows the men who yet seem oblivious to his presence, keeping enough distance not to be conspicuous but also staying close enough that he would be able to intercept whatever the Baron had planned. He blinks in surprise when, instead of heading out of the exit, the dark-haired man leads them further into the building alongside a dark and narrow corridor. Several party goers hang around the area, leaning against walls with drinks in their hands, some deep in conversation and some exchanging large sums of cash for items that, Bucky thought, would better to not know about. The further he walks the more deserted the maze of hallways become and Bucky's steps halt when he turns around a corner and spots the two men entering a bathroom at the end of the hall.
Squinting, Bucky walks over but then hesitates next to the door, his hand hovering above the handle. What if it wasn't a trick? What if Zemo was actually just trying to get some, desperate enough after years of incarceration that he'd be willing to take a stranger to a public restroom out of all places, and Bucky isn't sure if it was something he wanted to walk in on. But then again, he could be trying to escape, because it was fucking Zemo, and Bucky doesn't know which option he actually preferred to be the case. He clenches his jaw and grabs the handle, pulling the door open before he could think too much on it.
The first thing he notices is that the bathroom is shockingly clean, way cleaner than ones he had seen in other bars during his lifetime - and fancy, polished marble floors and dark wooden tones accompanied by a dim, warm lighting. It's also empty, minus the two men who had just walked in, which is the second thing he notices. Zemo is pressed against one of the stall doors and the man with dark hair is flush against him, his lips sealed over the Baron's throat and Bucky instantly regrets ever following them, desperately trying to ignore the heat that immediately latches on his face upon the sight.
The stranger doesn't even look up but Zemo's eyes instantly slide over to Bucky. He doesn't seem surprised so he must have known Bucky was following them and considering the sharp smile on his lips, he didn't give a shit in either case.
"Ah, James", he says, his voice way too composed for a man who had someone biting and licking his neck and their hips rutting against him. "You must excuse me, I'm quite busy at the moment. If you'd like to wait outside, I'll be there in a minute." Bucky hears the man chuckle against Zemo's neck, which brings an amused glint in the Baron's eyes and he adds: "Or, hmm, maybe ten."
Bucky scowls. His brain is telling him to just get the fuck out but his body stays glued where it is, his eyes unable to tear away from the sight in front of him. He's grateful to have mastered the ability to not let his feelings show on his face though so he only regards Zemo with a tight sneer. "Didn't think you'd be this desperate, Zemo", he says mockingly though his tone remains carefully even, and Zemo merely laughs.
"What can I say", he hums, his breath slightly hitching when the dark-haired man sinks his teeth into his neck. "A man has his needs. Surely you must understand, James. The last eight years have been... lonely."
The worst thing is, Bucky did. He might have been free to do whatever he wanted now but he couldn't even humor the idea of dating. He was too broken, too fucked up, like a ticking time bomb that would get set off eventually and he didn't want to force that kind of package on anyone. Hell, he couldn't even bring himself to consider casual hookups because he couldn't trust himself not to get freaked out by something or to keep his own strength in check. Plus, people would just feel off about his arm so he didn't bother. So really, he did get it, and it pissed him off like hell because he didn't want to understand Zemo. It was just easier to hate his guts rather than to realize the similarities between them, no matter how different their circumstances had been.
He must have phased out for a moment because he's suddenly brought back by the feel of questioning eyes on him. Zemo just raises his eyebrows and Bucky loathes the knowing smile on his lips.
Zemo's focus on Bucky falters when his companion leans back from his throat and claims the Baron's lips against his own. Zemo answers the kiss with ease and Bucky's ears burn at the sound of their soft breaths against each other and the wet slide of their tongues clashing, and he can't help but to curse his own superhuman hearing, but the burn is nothing compared to the flare of heat Bucky's stomach suddenly clenches with when Zemo opens his eyes, still deep in the kiss and looks straight at Bucky while letting the man with dark hair devour his mouth.
Fuck. He was so fucking screwed.
Zemo looks like he wants to smile and Bucky's jaw clenches tight, trying to keep up his composure, though it proves to be extremely hard when Zemo lets out a muffled moan, half-swallowed by the other man and his eyes flutter gently, like he had to fight to keep them on Bucky. When the men break apart Zemo's gaze quickly flickers to his companion, as if he was asking him a silent question, before he regards Bucky once more.
"Still here, hm?" he purrs, his expression so smug that for a moment Bucky wants nothing more than to put his fist into the man's face. "Do you wish to talk to me about matters that are truly pressing, or do you just enjoy the view?"
Bucky huffs out a breath that he somehow manages to mask as a dry chuckle. "I don't trust you to not do anything stupid", he says, keeping his tone low like it was a threat, but it only makes Zemo grin.
His statement might have been true but they both seemed to acknowledge that it wasn't all there was to it, the unspoken thing hanging above them like a knife ready to drop.
"I see", Zemo says in a light tone like he wanted to call Bucky out on his bullshit but didn't quite dare to and the thought makes Bucky sneer again. For a moment Zemo's attention turns back to the man against him and he cups his jaw, terrifyingly similar to what he had done to Bucky earlier and the man seems to relish in the attention, his eyes hard and wanting on the Baron's face. "You don't mind the audience, do you?"
The man chuckles, his voice low and turns to look at Bucky. He seems to be taking his time looking him over, his eyes grazing all over Bucky's form and he looks very pleased with the sight, considering the hungry expression on his face. Once upon a time Bucky would have enjoyed such attention on him - the man was handsome after all, clean-shaved and blue-eyed, with a lovely pair of lips and a strong jaw, but now all Bucky can focus on is the man pressed against the stall door.
"Mm, nope", the man finally purrs. "He can do more than watch, if he wants to." He adds with a wink and Bucky barely manages to stop himself from visibly sneering. Zemo just laughs softly and uses his hand on the man's jaw to make him face him again.
"Aren't you a sweetheart", he says sweetly and presses a fleeting kiss on the corner of his lips. "Unfortunately, my dear James might be a bit too shy for that. Though I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you gave him a good show, hm?"
His words are emphasized by his thumb brushing against the man's lower lip and his eyes flick towards the ground, questioning, and the way the man instantly drops on his knees makes Bucky's fingers clench into a fist, the burning heat in the pit of his stomach becoming nearly impossible to ignore. He instantly averts his gaze when the man reaches for the Baron's belt and flicks it open and Bucky suddenly becomes very, very aware of every little sound present in the room; Zemo's soft breaths, the rustle of his clothes, the way his fingers dragged against his companion's scalp and it's just too much.
He really should just fucking leave. The door was right there. But his legs are refusing to listen to him no matter how much he screams at his brain to move. It almost felt like giving up, like losing some unsaid game if he backed down and Bucky hates his own inability to think rationally when it came to the Baron. It was a constant dance with him, trying to figure out his schemes and tear down his facades, and Bucky loathed himself for finding these games enthralling. Familiar, in some sickening way.
He really was fucked up, wasn't he.
When a quiet moan spills in the air Bucky's entire body goes rigid. He blinks rapidly, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the wall instead of the two men just six feet across from him - a task that becomes terrifyingly difficult when the moan is followed by the sound of Zemo, his tone unfamiliar to Bucky, gentle and rough, almost praising.
"Yes, that's it", another moan and hurried rustle of clothing and Bucky's throat becomes drier than the Sahara desert. "That's a good boy."
Of course the whatever God that may or may not have existed would punish him with the fact that Zemo liked to talk during sex, which shouldn't have come off as a surprise because he loved the sound of his own voice after all, but now that certain trait had become even more infuriating than it normally was. What was even more infuriating, though, was that Bucky found himself not completely hating the sound of Zemo's voice when his tone was lax like this, still teasing like it often was but with a softer edge, almost vulnerable. Intimate. Bucky tells himself it was because it had been quite literally forever since he had slept with anyone because it was the only explanation why he found the praises somewhat nice to listen to, even if they weren't aimed for him.
Right?
The wet sound of the stranger's mouth is almost vulgar but it's nothing compared to the sounds that were escaping from the Baron, somewhat controlled but still sharp and shamelessly wanting, leaving Bucky's cheeks flushed hard with heat. His eyesight was becoming nearly blurry from staring at the wall so hard, unable to even blink but he refuses to look, because he knows that once he does he'd be completely done for.
He could very much pretend that this was someone else, that he had just stumbled upon two completely unknown people getting at it, but it's impossible not to recognize Zemo's voice, even when it was only soft breaths and quiet, pleased laughs, let alone when the man starts to praise his companion again, his voice low and slightly hitched.
"So good for me, aren't you?" Bucky hears him say and it's followed by a choked, soft moan, no doubt muffled by the shape of the Baron's cock and the mental image alone makes Bucky's stomach clench with want, his own member threatening to stir in his pants. "Your mouth is exquisite, sweetheart."
Another muffled moan follows and the wet sounds of the man's mouth become even louder, more messy and fast and Bucky hears a soft thud against the stall door as the back of Zemo's head collides with it, submitting himself to the ravishing attention. A quiet "yes" spills out from the Baron, his tone filled with a gentle tremor and it makes Bucky crumble under the sound, finally breaking.
Bucky's eyes reluctantly flick over to the stalls and he can't stop himself from exhaling lowly when he takes in the scenery in front of him. Zemo, plastered all over the dark-brown stall door, his eyes half-lidded and heavy and his hand fisted in the stranger's hair, watching him as his mouth worked on his cock. The Baron's cheeks are flushed lovely pink and yet somehow he still looks nearly regal, in control, even like this, and it angers Bucky just how much it arouses him.
His breath catches in his throat when Zemo's eyes rise up to meet his. He feels like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move nor stop the crash from happening and Zemo's lips pull into a low smile, like he knew. Bucky's ears burn but now he refuses to look away because once again another voiceless game had been formed between them and he felt like he would lose somehow if he were to break the eye-contact, like looking away would be a sign of weakness, like Zemo had gained the upper hand over him. And Bucky really doesn't want him to know that he had so he stares ahead, carefully composing himself and his own expression when Zemo only continues to smile at him.
Eventually Zemo lets him breathe as he turns his attention back to the man sucking his cock and Bucky lets out a quiet exhale, his shoulders slacking in relief - though the rest of his body remains tightly strung as heat continues to spread all over him, his throat somehow tighter from just having the Baron look at him. He doesn't tear his eyes away this time, just watches as Zemo's hand cups the stranger's jaw and strokes it with his thumb, a soundless praise the man seems to relish in. Zemo uses his grip on the man to gently pry him off his cock and Bucky has to bite the inside of his cheek so as not to make a sound at the sight.
Zemo's cock now rests against his expensive shirt, flushed and hard and wet from spit, pre-come slightly oozing from the tip and Bucky can't help the strong pang of arousal that the view creates - the man still fully clothed and yet so visibly wanting. Zemo's thumb pushes past the stranger's lips and presses against his tongue as the man tries to catch his breath.
"Such a lovely thing", Zemo murmurs and then gently tilts the man's jaw, making him look up. "Will you let me come in that pretty mouth of yours?"
It's not even aimed at him and yet Bucky's dick twitches at the question and he doesn't know if he wants the Baron to keep talking or just shut up and never open his mouth again because it was just too fucking much. Bucky's fingers twitch against his sides, eager to grab onto something, anything, to direct his attention elsewhere but all he can do is watch how the man gasps sharply as Zemo pulls out his thumb out of his mouth and nods eagerly, rasping out "fuck yes" as he puts his mouth back on Zemo's cock and swallows him all the way down.
The sudden act leaves Zemo moaning softly as his head thuds back against the stall door and his hand finds its way back to the man's long hair, twisting tightly against the dark strands. While Zemo seemed to be adamant to keep up his facade Bucky could spot the illusion breaking as the Baron's hips start to stutter against the stranger's mouth, his motions jerky and desperate and his eyebrows pull together in a soft frown. His tongue rolls out to wet his lips and Bucky's eyes follow the motion like a hawk, his own parting at the sight without him even realizing it.
Bucky knows the sight of Zemo will be forever branded in his mind, so shameless in his own pleasure and yet still very much regal, beautiful, Bucky realizes to his own horror but the thought is already there before he can stop it. And as if the Baron could read his mind his eyes find Bucky's again and he flashes him a grin so wicked that Bucky almost wants to walk over and claim his mouth just to escape it. He doesn't, though, but he can't control the way his heart jumps in his chest when Zemo regards him from under his eyelashes and moans in earnest, the sound making Bucky's toes curl inside his boots.
"Keep your eyes on me", Zemo purrs, suddenly speaking in Russian instead of English, just so Bucky knows it's aimed at him and not the stranger, and Bucky is vaguely aware of the choked sound that escapes his own mouth at the command. There's a nagging sound in the back of his head that tells him to look away just out of spite but he would be lying if he thought he could follow its lead even for one second, not when Zemo's eyelashes flutter and he lets out a louder moan, his hips working harder against the mouth on him, and Bucky can't help but to do what was commanded of him, and watch the man come apart.
Zemo swears softly in Sokovian, a telltale sign that he was starting to reach his climax, and Bucky finds himself unconsciously holding his breath as he watches the Baron's hips stutter and bury himself deep into the man's pliant throat, his mouth hanging slack and his fingers grabbing tighter at the dark strands of hair. With a low groan he spills himself into the stranger's mouth who obediently swallows around his cock, taking everything the Baron gave him with evident eagerness.
Zemo slumps against the stall door, his body relaxing, and gently pets the man's hair, his lips curling into a smile that could almost be considered warm. His cheeks are tainted in a lovely flush, making him look a few years younger than he was, though otherwise his appearance barely differentiates from his usual self, still very much in control of himself despite having just spilled into a man's mouth he had met no more than fifteen minutes ago.
"Good boy", Zemo breathes and Bucky's jaw twitches at the praise. Zemo's hand cups the stranger's jaw again and he tilts his head upwards, motioning him to stand up. "Now, let me make up for that."
The man grins, eager, and rises back up onto his feet, quickly slotting their bodies back together. Zemo smiles at him and reaches for his belt, and something snaps inside Bucky's head.
With two quick strides he brings himself closer and grabs the stranger by his shoulder and roughly yanks him away. The man makes a sound mixed with surprise and pain and turns to look at Bucky with an angry scowl.
"Hey, what the hell, man-"
Bucky doesn't give him time to finish before he's grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him closer, and he finds some twisted pleasure in the way the man's eyes widen, his anger quickly getting dissolved into fear. The vibranium arm whirls loudly as his grip on the man tightens and Bucky bares his teeth at him.
"Get out."
The man blinks with comical speed and opens his mouth to say something, maybe object, but Bucky shakes him once, rough, and whatever he was about to say quickly dies on his lips. Bucky can feel Zemo's burning eyes on him but he refuses to look at the Baron as he practically manhandles the dark-haired man towards the door and gives him a not-so-gentle push. The man is quick to scatter away, though Bucky can hear him mutter crazy asshole under his breath before the bathroom door closes after him.
When Bucky finally looks at Zemo again the man's face had turned strangely blank. His eye twitches, like he wasn't sure if to be annoyed or amused by Bucky's actions and Bucky doesn't know how to feel about it himself.
"Well", the Baron breathes and Bucky tries not to watch as he tucks himself back into his pants. "That was rather rude, James. The man deserved some reciprocal for his talents. You've made me look like quite the selfish lover."
"Shut up", Bucky says with a scowl. He's acutely aware of the flush on his own face, how tight his body was drawn, ready to set off at the smallest push. "You had your fun. Let's go."
Despite saying so, neither of them make a move towards the door. Zemo is watching him quietly, his head tilted in a familiar angle. Something flashes in his eyes, something dangerous, and Bucky swallows tightly, trying to ease the dryness of his throat. Then there's a soft sound coming out of the Baron, something between an exhale and a chuckle and Bucky's blood runs hot when the man's eyes flicker down, just for a brief moment, but it's enough to make Bucky feel like he just stepped into lava.
"Hmm", Zemo hums, his lips curling into a teasing smile. "Are you sure you wish to return to the party with the state that you're in?"
Bucky had wished, prayed, that the Baron would somehow miss the way his jeans were drawn tight around his erection, but of course he wouldn't have been quite that lucky. Shame burns his ears and he quickly averts his gaze because the look on Zemo's face only made the situation worse - his traitorous dick had twitched eagerly as soon as the man had smiled at him and Bucky didn't know if he loathed himself or the Baron more for it.
Before the silence has a chance to stretch for too long between them, before Zemo would know just how much power he had in his fingertips, Bucky blurts out the first thing he can think of. "Don't let it get to your head", he says and barks out a humorless laugh. He turns his eyes back to Zemo and regards him with a careful raise of his eyebrows. "Men have their needs, don't they."
It feels weak, to just mirror the Baron's words from earlier but he has no idea what else to say or how else to explain his own arousal. Zemo just huffs out a soft laugh but doesn't respond, only looks at him with a gaze so piercing that Bucky forces himself not to squirm under it.
"Anyway, I'm a big boy, I can handle it", Bucky says, lies, and nods towards the door. He's about to tell Zemo to follow but the words die on his lips before they can even be formed when the Baron suddenly takes a step closer to him. Bucky instinctively backs away until his back hits the sink behind him and he watches in horror as Zemo just slides closer until their chests nearly touch.
"Can you?" Zemo asks, his tone suddenly having dropped lower in pitch and the sound makes a shiver run down Bucky's spine.
He opens his mouth only for a surprised gasp to spill out when Zemo suddenly lays his palm against his clothed erection, just enough pressure to make his toes curl. Such a brazen action should have made him angry, should have made him grab Zemo by the shoulders and push him away but all his hands do is grab the sink behind him and hold down hard enough that he's surprised the marble surface doesn't crack under his touch.
Zemo's eyes are blown wide, darkened by arousal and wonder and the realization makes Bucky's hips press against the warm palm instinctively, unable to help himself.
God, it had been too long since someone had touched him like this.
Zemo's lips curl into a smooth grin as his fingers trace the bulge of Bucky's pants, firm and knowing. "Oh, James", he breathes softly and the way his name rolls out, almost like a fond purr has Bucky flushing hard with a humiliating amount of arousal. "Let me take care of you."
Please, Bucky wants to say but manages to bite his tongue so as not to embarrass himself further. Thankfully he doesn't have to - his desires must have been written all over his face - because Zemo's fingers quickly flicker under the button of his jeans and flick it open. His eyes still remain on Bucky, as if watching out for disapproval and finding none as he pulls the zipper down, nearly agonizingly slowly, the sound of it obscenely loud in the empty room.
Bucky's fingers flex against the marble surface, grabbing tight, when Zemo's hand slips inside his boxers and his fingers wrap around his hard member, already leaking at the tip. He tries to bite down the moan that spills out at the contact but fails miserably and Zemo must be pleased by it, considering how his lips twitch and his pupils dilate even further, his eyes nearly black from arousal.
Bucky takes a deep breath and fights to keep up any remains of his composure as Zemo's fingers start to move along his shaft, slowly at first, teasing, finding the best spots to press against. The man's eyes are still glued to him, watching him in wonder like he was some experiment he wanted to figure out, a piece of valuable information that he would hold in high regard, and somehow the thought makes Bucky's arousal even worse.
Zemo tilts his head playfully and makes a thoughtful sound, still shamelessly drinking the sight in front of him. "Does it feel good, James?"
Bucky would have laughed at the question if he wasn't so painfully hard and wanting because of course the Baron wouldn't miss an opportunity for a little humiliation - or, perhaps, a praise for himself. Instead of a laugh a low exhale escapes from his lips and he tries to glare at Zemo but he has no idea how well it lands in his current state. Not well, he supposes, when Zemo only smiles in response, but Bucky doesn't have to dwell on the thought for long when the man starts to properly stroke his cock, his fingers tightening around him and his pace rough enough that it draws a surprised groan out of him.
His vibranium hand lets go of the marble sink behind him and land roughly on Zemo's hip, seeking some kind of support and he almost wants to smile when he feels the Baron jump underneath his touch, as if it had startled him. But even so Zemo seems to welcome the action because his hips press against Bucky's hand, just slightly, as if encouraging the touch to tighten, and Bucky feels his throat go dry when the man leans closer against him and tucks his face underneath his jaw.
He can both feel and hear Zemo inhale softly against his skin, like he was smelling him and it draws a pathetic whine out of Bucky, his hips bucking against the talented hand wrapped around him.
"I've thought about this", Zemo whispers against his skin, his voice quieter and his accent more profound, like he had trouble focusing on it. His thumb rubs against the slit of Bucky's cock and Bucky has to bite down on his tongue not to shout at the sensation, not expecting it to feel so good it nearly hurts. "How you would feel. How you would sound." His lips brush against Bucky's neck, dragging across his flushed skin like a soft promise. "How you would taste."
The confession has Bucky feeling nearly drunk with arousal, the tightness in his belly becoming unbearable. He wants to reach out and pull Zemo away from his neck so he could claim his mouth and offer an answer to the man's fantasies, but all he can do is take it, take whatever the Baron was kind enough to give him, his hips desperately bucking against his hand, silently begging for more. It should terrify him, just how easily he had submitted to this, to this man out of all people, but his brain refused to form any coherent thoughts, only interested in the feel of the other man against him.
Zemo's lips press against his throat, just for a fleeting moment, but it's enough to leave Bucky's skin burning in its wake. "Sometimes", he continues, his lips slowly dragging upwards along his neck. "When the loneliness became too much and I had to seek comfort from my own hand, I thought of you." Zemo's lips stop underneath Bucky's ear and he huffs a soft exhale against the warm skin. "I touched myself imagining it was you touching me. I imagined you'd be rough, not one to tease." His fingers fasten around Bucky's cock, leaving the man gasping roughly against him. "Like this."
The thought of the Baron jerking off in his cell and spilling into his own hand just at the thought of Bucky is just too much for his brain to comprehend and Bucky's head falls back with a low groan, his eyes screwing shut.
"Fuck", he rasps out and it seems to spur on the Baron because the hand around him squeezes tighter, nearing the edge of painful but Bucky takes it eagerly, his hips bucking sharply against the touch. He hears a soft breath next to his ear, maybe a chuckle, before sharp teeth sink into the sensitive skin of his lobe, followed by a long stripe of the man's tongue.
"But I could never have imagined I could actually have you."
Bucky almost wants to tell Zemo to shut up because his words were starting to drive him mad, such secrets spilled out in the air with such ease and earnest, but he also wants to drink up them all, wants to hear everything that was swirling around in the man's head, and he barely acknowledges just how dangerous the desire is. So it is both a curse and a blessing when the Baron keeps talking.
"If I had known", Zemo's voice is but a quiet whisper against Bucky's ear and the way his breath hitches, as if he was the one having his cock touched, is infuriatingly arousing. "I would have taken you here, instead of that man, and made you kneel."
Zemo's other hand rises up to cup Bucky's jaw, almost tender and he tilts his head towards himself. They're close, their noses almost brushing together and Bucky's eyes instantly flicker to Zemo's mouth, one that had curled in one of his trademark smiles, teasing and low. Zemo's thumb brushes against Bucky's lower lip and Bucky would have been terrified of just how easily his lips part at the voiceless demand if he hadn't been so far gone, bewitched by the man and his touch.
"What wouldn't I give", Zemo gasps, soft, as he leans closer to Bucky, their lips nearly aligned but not quite, his own brushing against Bucky's with every word. His fingers squeeze around the base of Bucky's cock, just enough pressure to make him shudder and moan low in his throat. "To feel your lips wrapped around my cock. To make you mine."
With a growl Bucky leaps forward and claims the Baron's mouth in a heated kiss, silencing him and his maddening admissions, and finds some sort of comfort in the soft gasp that he feels against his mouth, a mix of surprise and the same kind of desperation he himself felt. Bucky lets go of Zemo's waist just to bring his hand to his hair, grabbing tight, desperate to gain even a sliver of control over the man as he tugs hard enough to tear another sharp sound out of the Baron.
Zemo's lips are just as talented as the rest of him, smoothly slotting against Bucky's and prying him open with his tongue, demanding and firm and so good that it makes Bucky's toes curl and his cock leak all over the Baron's fingers, aching for release. As the now overwhelming desire starts to cloud his shame he starts to rut vigorously against the hand on his cock and Zemo's fingers only fasten in response, eager to help him chase his climax.
Another curse spills from Bucky, half-drowned against Zemo's lips and before he can bite his tongue the Baron's name slips out after, almost pleading and it leaves his face burning in shame, though he cannot make himself to regret it when he feels Zemo shudder against him in response, like only saying his name was the most arousing thing the man could hear.
"Yes", Zemo gasps softly, kissing Bucky with such fever that Bucky can only open his mouth and let the man devour it like a starved animal. "Come for me, James."
There's that quiet voice again in the back of his head, wanting to resist, but instead Bucky finds himself gasping against Zemo's lips, his cock pulsing against the fist wrapped around him and with just a few more strokes he spills into the Baron's hand with such intensity that his knees nearly buckle underneath him. Zemo strokes him through it, still kissing him, and Bucky's head feels dizzy as he barely keeps up with it, his hips weakly bucking against the man's touch.
As Zemo pulls away Bucky leans hard against the sink behind him, trying to catch his breath as he comes down from his climax. He's only vaguely aware of the sound of the sink running next to him as Zemo takes the time to wash the come off his hands and wipe them clean, as meticulous as ever, but as the man leans back against him Bucky becomes extremely alert when he feels a chaste kiss on his cheek, followed by a soft "Good boy" muttered next to his ear.
Bucky's eyes flutter involuntarily at the praise and a deep-seeded loathing sets into his belly instead of the earlier arousal now that his brain was starting to lose the fog of pleasure. With a soft groan he forces himself to focus and moves to tuck himself back into his pants while trying to ignore the mischievous presence at his side. He frowns when he notices a streak of come on his shirt and he's about to lean over the sink to get a towel to wipe it off but instead he freezes in place when Zemo does the unimaginable and reaches for him, his fingers dragging over the smear and collecting it and Bucky watches him, equal amounts of horrified and turned on, when the man brings his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean.
He only realizes he'd stopped to stare when Zemo merely smirks at him and his fingers slip out from his mouth with a vulgar pop, way too loud for Bucky's ears.
"Exquisite."
The phrase is way too casual for such an act even if Zemo's low tone is anything but, and Bucky would have laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation if he had trusted himself to make any sound at that very moment without it turning into a wanton moan.
He does, however, shake his head to himself and his lips must have pulled into a disbelieved smile against his will because Zemo's face softens for a moment as he watches him, and Bucky pretends not to acknowledge it. Instead he clears his throat, loud enough to feel awkward afterwards, and turns around to the sink to grab a few papers so he could wipe the remains of the come on his shirt that Zemo's fingers didn't catch.
Then, Zemo clasps his hands together, drawing Bucky's attention back to himself. "Well then", he starts with an easy tone that mimics his usual exterior, the earlier strain and excitement gone like it was never there, though his lips are curled in a low, delighted smile, like he had just ticked off something on his list as he nods towards the door. "Shall we?"
He takes a step to leave but before Bucky can help himself he slaps his hand on the man's shoulder, stopping him from moving. Zemo tilts his head, curious as Bucky leans closer and tries his best to glare at him. His fingers squeeze against the man's shirt in warning.
"Not a word about this", he says, keeping his tone low like a threat - even if such things seemed to be futile against the Baron, for he always just seemed delighted whenever Bucky threatened him, be it with words or his actions.
And lo and behold, Zemo merely grins in response and leans closer, almost as if he was challenging him but Bucky refuses to back down, keeping himself still and his expression blank even if the Baron was now only inches away from his face.
"Don't worry", Zemo purrs and Bucky can catch the moment when the man's eyes flicker to his mouth, just for a second, but it's enough to bring the heat back to the pit of his stomach. "I don't intend to share my toys."
He pats Bucky's cheek playfully with the back of his palm and really, it should have pissed him off, just how downright degrading it was, but to his own annoyance Bucky only finds himself turned on by it, both the action and the man's near possessive tone. His grip on Zemo's shoulder tightens and he can only hope the man thought it was out of anger but considering the look on his face, the sheer delight he saw, made Bucky think he wasn't that lucky and he fights the urge to curse his own existence.
He truly was utterly fucked.