Zemo had given a command and once again, Bucky had obeyed. That alone was enough to send chills up his spine. The act itself just made it all the more tantalizing. Zemo watched with desire burning in his brown eyes, greedily taking in every second of this rushed stripping. Once Bucky's clothes were on the floor, Zemo reached out, his fingertips dancing along that well-defined jaw.
"What I thought about in Latvia, I wouldn't dream of doing to you today.." Zemo's fingers drifted lower, lightly trickling down over Bucky's throat. "Imagine... Adriana and her lover. That's what I wanted to do to you in Latvia.." Lower, lower still went Zemo's touch, as did his eyes, drinking in every inch of Bucky's exposed skin. Down his chest, down his stomach. Every blemish, every scar, every freckle -- every one admired by those darkened chocolate irises. "Too much, I think, for today.."
Zemo's eyes lifted back up to Bucky's face, his expression briefly turning affectionate. "But reality is far better than anything my imagination could picture. You're beautiful, James. Absolutely stunning." Zemo crept in again, parting Bucky's knees and nudging himself between his thighs. He took Bucky's face in his hands and kissed him, but it was loving in nature, contrasting that rough, demanding kiss he'd given him earlier.
Those kisses were on a path, though, taking the same exact journey his fingers had taken earlier. Zemo's mouth found Bucky's neck, his collar, his abdomen.. Until suddenly, Zemo was on his knees in front of his dear soldat, kissing along the inside of Bucky's thigh. A warning, of sorts. Because as this point, it was relatively clear where the baron was headed and if Bucky wanted to stop him, this was probably his last chance to do so.