As much as his body wanted this to happen, his mind continued to make its arguments against it. They weren't ready for this. He'd only just moved over. His bed back in his ..in Steve's room was probably still warm and he was already biting at the bit to hop into Zemo's?
Fuck it. He was. How was he supposed to have any self-control anyhow with Zemo walking around in that robe of his that barely covered anything? He'd had more than a glimpse and given the other man's chest more than a glance. Even though he'd pretended that he hadn't after, he knew Zemo had caught him looking. So he'd assumed then that they weren't there yet. That they needed to take this slow. And Bucky could. Zemo had been through enough emotional whiplash over the last couple of months because of him.
But he was the one who'd started this kiss. He also wasn't stopping Bucky and his roaming hands. That tug had loosened the robe some and now the hand that had been around Zemo's neck was falling over his shoulder and down his chest beneath the collar of it. His other hand? Definitely was going for a handful of ass.
The smart thing to do would have been to stop. To settle himself down and behave. But he didn't want to. And Zemo wasn't making it easy to say no when he was whispering in his ear. Bucky made himself take a deep breath in the hopes that it would help him remember to do the right thing here. His hand went tight on the collar. "If you're waiting for me to say no, you're going to be waiting a long time." There was the squeeze over Zemo's rear, left and right cheek respectively. He moved his mouth to Zemo's cheek, then over his jaw, using his teeth to scrape down to his neck. "Do you want me to stop?"