Oh, no. That was a bad idea, wasn't it? Zemo could see that now. Bucky was in no position to take the reins. He was emotionally lost and needed to be guided right now. To be taken care of. And the baron was more than happy to accept that task. Because he liked to tell Bucky what to do.
At the same time, he'd do his best not to completely take advantage of the situation. He did care for Bucky, and he didn't want his dear soldat to believe for a second that he was just using him for that gorgeous body. But, sometimes, a little.. relief could help with the grieving process. So maybe, Zemo could figure out how to meet these carnal desires half way without taking things too far.
Zemo groaned, pressing himself flush up against the other man's body. He wanted Bucky's hands on him, wanted more of that beautiful mouth on his neck. And maybe, if he was smart about this, he could get away with it without much backlash. "No, I don't want you to stop.." The baron's voice had gone deeper, practically growling those words into Bucky's ear. His hands moved, smoothing down over his chest, his fingers curling tightly into Bucky's tank top. "Come back to bed, James. I'll show you what I want."