"Mm, you should tell me about your other fantasies then," he bit his bottom lip as his heart fluttered watching Zemo playfully nibble at his hand. "I asked because I want to make sure I didn't hurt you. More than you wanted," he couldn't help adding with a bit of a teasing smile.
"Right. The coffee. Raincheck?" Bucky had to laugh. In spite of all the emotions still running like a bunch of wild dogs through him, Zemo had the power to pull him above that and remind him what it felt like to just enjoy the moment. And this one was definitely going to be one of his favorites. Not because of the sex. though that blowjob was going to be stuck in his memory forever, thank you.
No, this moment meant so much more. This was the start of something and he couldn't wait to see what that would become. He thought all of this would overwhelm him, this change, that somehow he'd still feel shame for his feelings, but he didn't. Not at all. If anything, he oddly felt ..whole. He breathed in deep, inhaling the other's scent as Zemo snuggled into him. Yes, snuggled. There was no other word. And Bucky just wanted to curl him in closer.
He pushed his nose into Zemo's hair, nuzzling his way around. "Sweet zaychik," Bucky murmured affectionately into his ear. This was the moment he should have started spouting poetry or something romantic. What about all those lines he'd read from that book? Wasn't that enough to inspire a speech right now that would show Zemo how much he cared for him? He wanted to say right then and there how much it melted him that all Zemo wanted was for him to be alright. That he wouldn't be alright without him. It touched him so deep somewhere in his heart and all he could think of was some pet name he'd thought of spur of the moment?
He tangled them together, limbs and hips and everything. One hand idly moved to Zemo's back, knuckles drifting up and down as soft as butterflies. "You don't always have to be fine around me, you know. If you're not happy or angry or upset, even if its with me, you don't have to hide it. Some days, I won't be fine either. But that won't have to do with you. Unless you have plans to frame me for murder again. In that case, a tiny head's up would be great." Bucky had to tease him a little. He ducked his head down, smiling into Zemo's cheek. "I want to be not-fine with you too. Maybe those days we just sit in, you can read to me, I can make you coffee and we just forget everyone else exists."