They shouldn't have started this because now Bucky wasn't going to stop until he was finished. When that was going to happen, not even he knew. His brain was still swimming through the bliss-riden haze of that orgasm but his cock was still hard and Zemo looked too pretty right now to not play with. He should have known that the other man would look good roughed up and used. Bucky caught him by the chin, holding onto that kiss for a few seconds longer. The taste of himself mingled with Zemo's wasn't anywhere enough to keep his mouth away.
Seemed Zemo had a hard time keeping his mouth to himself too. Not like Bucky was complaining. He grinned and leaned into the little affections. "I've got an order for you," he rolled his hips down and collided his mess against the bottom of Zemo's robe. The moment he could feel him through the thin fabric, warm and hard for him, he started to grind into him for the sole hope that he could get some kind of noise out of him.
Zemo was always so calm no matter how crazy the circumstances around him were. Bucky too often felt like the opposite, always struggling to keep that composure and never succeeding. Now he wanted to see if he could make the baron lose a little bit of that control he kept so tight around himself. From that deviant smile on his face, it looked like Zemo was very ready for him to try.
He pushed Zemo's legs out wider, as far as they could go and then a little more, gliding his hands over those white thighs. Hands that had snapped necks now tenderly squeezing ass. He would have laughed if he wasn't still so stupidly turned-on. "I'd ask permission but we both know you'd give it," Bucky teased him as he slipped down between his baron's legs. The cheeky smile on his face was Zemo's only warning before he grabbed his cock and opened his mouth to slip him inside.