Another command? Really? At least this one, Zemo had no problems with obeying.
Fingers untangled themselves from the sheets, reaching out and brushing along Bucky's cheek. Zemo's touch moved to the crown of his head, guiding that perfect mouth of his back onto his cock. The baron liked to be rough. Preferred to be rough, even. And yet, he kept his pace slow and steady, never once jamming himself deeper in an assertive manner. Zemo was savoring this, committing every second to memory. If Bucky ever let him do this again, he'd absolutely fuck his mouth raw.
But not this time. This was closer to lovemaking, if blowjobs could even really be considered to be that. Because, while this was about getting off, it was also about a mutual understanding between them. A connection. Trust. And Zemo was set on treating it that way.
He tossed his head back, his hips finally giving in so a single a needy jerk. "James -- James --" Zemo's breath quickened, those fingers giving Bucky's roots a light tug. A warning, because the end was creeping up, closer and closer, until that adrenaline rush took over and the baron came within the warmth of Bucky's mouth. Zemo was cursing in his native Sokovian, his eyes squeezed shut as those shivers trickled through him.
Fuck. Fuck. Had that really just happened? Zemo leaned up and opened his eyes, almost as if he had to prove to himself that it was real.
"James, come here." That delirious, raspy voice requested, his hand patting the mattress beside him. They were really terrible at this getting out of bed thing and Zemo was about to claim at least another fifteen minutes before either of them were allowed to budge.