Bucky was letting him do this. Bucky was letting him do this. Internally, Zemo could hardly contain himself. He couldn't wait to taste Bucky. To have that big, heavy cock in his mouth, to have Bucky entirely at his mercy. Those brown eyes lifted one last time, looking Bucky directly in the face.
Externally, of course, the baron remained calm and collected. In fact, he appeared pretty damn pleased with himself for getting this far. Zemo knew he was staring down a lion right now. Bucky could have stopped him at any point, easily, without even trying. Yet he hadn't. The permission they were granting one another was everything, and Zemo was not going to waste it.
Zemo proceeded with those kisses, until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of his balls and Bucky's cock brushed against his cheekbone.
He wouldn't tease. This wasn't meant to be torture. As much as Zemo thoroughly enjoyed the idea of tormenting poor Bucky, now wasn't the time to test those waters. The closest Zemo would even come to that was dragging his tongue along the underside of Bucky's dick - one seamless motion, from base to tip - before taking him as deep as he could possibly go, that rounded end already hitting his soft palette.
Zemo reached out, taking Bucky's hand and guiding it to the back of his head. He wanted connection, he wanted this moment to be theirs. He wanted to feel those fingers in his hair, or on the back of his neck again. He wanted intimacy. The baron's tongue lapped away at Bucky's cock as he fell into motion, humming a moan against that hot flesh as he did so. And hopefully, if Bucky decided to grip his hair, it would be out of encouragement and not for the sake of stopping him..