Was the robe coming back to bed? Zemo gave a nonchalant shrug. "Guess you'll have to see --"
If Bucky had been expecting Zemo to be responsible and put an end to this exchange, he had another thing coming. While it had been well established that Bucky was indeed a good man, Zemo was not, nor did he ever plan to be. Especially when Bucky was so willing to obey him like that. Look at him, Zemo thought to himself. Look at him, just waiting on the edge of the bed for me. Just me.
Those blue eyes were watching him, anticipating his next move, and the baron's expression absolutely turned smug. Oh, how long he'd been waiting for this. He took his time following Bucky to the bed, allowing himself a second to appreciate this subtly submissive view.
Bad ideas were Zemo's specialty, and this was surely going to be one of them. But he'd do his best to ensure that neither of them regretted it. He stepped in, pressing another hungry kiss to Bucky's mouth. All the while, his hands were tugging at that tank top, lifting it as high as he was physically able to. "Off," he murmured between kisses, "I want everything off. Now."