Well, there were no signs of regret yet, so that was a good sign. Still, Zemo was careful not to be too candid. Telling Bucky what he was truly thinking was crossing too many lines at once, given the situation that they found themselves in. So Zemo smiled; a curve of his lips that was really was genuine, because he was happy. He just.. also had a difficult time not speaking his mind, especially when it came to personal matters.
"I think you know the answer to that question." He closed his eyes, his dark lashes flush against his pale cheeks, his mouth kissing that thumb that toyed with his lips. Zemo nuzzled those kisses further, all the way to the dip of Bucky's palm. "Or.. are you asking just because you want to hear it? You want me to tell you how much you've pleased me? How you've brought a fantasy to life and now I'll never fully recover from it?"
Those brown eyes opened, looking at Bucky. "I never got that coffee, though." That smile broadened. He was joking, of course.
That was when Zemo closed whatever little space existed between them. He rested his head against Bucky's muscular chest, his arms wrapping around his body. The sex was incredible and all, but this was what he wanted, above everything else. To be close, to feel Bucky's form pressed against his own. To hear the other man's heart beating and all that other romantic stuff his novels spoke of.
"But I won't be completely fine until you are, James."