Bucky Clone-ish

Part 1

Bucky opened the front doors and entered the hallway, dropping his duffel bag as he stepped through. He’d deal with that later. Right now he was tired, and hungry. He started to walk to the kitchens, but something stopped him.

He listened. There it was again.

He moved back out into the hallway vestibule and cocked his head. 

It was coming from upstairs. Definite rhythmic noises. Little moans and sighs. There - Zemo’s voice.

And now he could smell it. Sex pheromones. Everywhere.

He’d only been gone three days. What the fuck had they been up to?

He started up the stairs, following the noise and the scent, heading for the master bedroom.

God, that smell was divine. 

He wasn’t tired anymore, and his cock was twitching with every moan he heard.

He knew Zemo was a hedonist, who got easily bored, and both Jamie and Muzz had high sex drives, and why would they wait around for him, when they had each other?

He got to the bedroom door, which was ajar, and pushed it open. 

The sight before him got his own pheromones pumping.

*

Zemo was spread-eagled on the bed, naked; a naked Muzzy and Jamie lying on either side, with one leg wrapped over each of Zemo’s thighs, holding him open. There was cum everywhere. Muzzy had one hand lazily stroking up and down Zemo’s dick, and the other fondling his balls; Jamie had two fingers in Zemo’s arse, moving slowly, while he licked and kissed his inner thigh. Zemo had his head thrown back, his hips slowly gyrating, his hands grasping the sheets, blissed out, moaning softly. There were empty tubes of lube all over the floor.

Muzzy looked up at Bucky and smiled widely, showing white, white teeth. He cocked his head in a ‘come here’ gesture. Then Jamie noticed him and grinned wickedly. He mouthed ‘get naked and get over here,’ before moving his attention back to kissing Zemo’s freckled thigh and pleasuring his ass.

Bucky had never stripped so fast. 

Zemo showed no signs of noticing him, he was so deep in the pleasure zone, until Bucky knelt on the bed in between Zemo’s legs.

Zemo raised his head to see him, and smiled lazily. His eyes were so dark. “James,” he sighed. “My handsome James. There you are. Make love to me.”

Jamie and Muzzy sensed a shift, and moved off the bed, coming together to lie on the chaise longue by the wall. Feeling the love, kissing each other, Jamie moving on top of Muzzy.

Bucky stretched his body out over Zemo’s, and Zemo brought his hands up to caress his face, wrapping his legs around him.

“James,” Zemo said. “You look like an angel.” And he kissed him, slow and tender.

Bucky kissed him back, losing himself in the sensations. Then the Baron was snaking a hand down between their bodies, and holding Bucky’s thickening dick. 

“Is this for me?” he asked, sighting down between them.

Bucky moaned, and Zemo guided Bucky’s cock to his slippery hole. 

Bucky flowed into him. 

“James,” Zemo sighed. “You fill me.” He clenched around Bucky.

“Hel, love, you’re so slick. You feel amazing.” Bucky started to move.

“Slow, my love. Slow.” Zemo sighed, running his hands up and down Bucky’s taut back. “I want to feel the whole length of you on each stroke.”

So Bucky rolled his hips and moved slowly within him. Pulling almost out before sinking back in. And Zemo moaned so deliciously on every gentle stroke, that Bucky didn’t want to stop at all.

Jamie and Muzzy had adopted the same position on the chaise, and were mirroring their movements exactly. Jamie was slowly stroking into Muzzy as Muzzy wrapped his arms and legs around him and nuzzled against his neck. They were making the most adorable mewing noises for each other.

Then Zemo was clenching around Bucky faster, gripping his hips, and Bucky could feel the shift in Zemo’s heartbeat, in his balls pressed up against Bucky’s belly, sense Zemo’s orgasm building. 

“Faster, now, darling,” urged Zemo.

And Bucky complied, noticing their counterparts shifting gear also.

Moments later, Zemo was arching against Bucky, and gripping him fiercely, spurting thick cum between their bodies; Muzzy was softly yowling out his orgasm at virtually the same time. 

Bucky held fast, still rolling his hips, still watching for the clues in Zemo’s body, wringing out every iota of pleasure from his Baron. Then Jamie was climaxing gutterally into Muzzy, and Bucky was bombarded with satisfaction and adoration pheromones from all sides.

“Hel,” he moaned. “Hel… I… I’m…” and he stuttered into Zemo, jack-knifing his hips as he came.

He collapsed on top of Zemo, who snugged him tight, murmuring against his hair, and trailing his fingertips up and down his back.

“My darling, you are wonderful. You consume me. I have missed you so.”

*

Part 2

The huge shallow bath tub was a great investment. It could easily hold all four of them with room to spare, and bath time was fast becoming a favourite part of the day. Jamie and Muzzy particularly liked it when they all smelled like each other.

Bundled up in lavish bathrobes, lazing by the fire, with hot cocoa and buttered crumpets, listening to the radio or watching tv, was also becoming a wintertime tradition.

*

Part 3

The next morning, James was padding about in the kitchen in just his bathrobe, wondering if he had the inclination even to make cereal.

He heard Zemo coming up behind him and hope sprung eternal that Zemo would cook something nice. A full English breakfast, or something similar.

“My James, I fear we have been remiss.” Zemo wrapped his arms around Bucky, rubbing his newly growing beard against Bucky’s cheek. He was also just wearing his bathrobe and house slippers.

“What about?” asked Bucky, reaching around him for the bread. Maybe he could do toast.

Zemo caught his hand, and turned it up, rubbing his thumb along Bucky’s palm. “When you came back yesterday, and found us frolicking about, I wonder if you felt you had been missing out.” Zemo brought Bucky’s hand up to his face and kissed his palm, kissed between his fingers, nibbled at the fleshy part by his thumb.

“Of course not.” Bucky said, gently disentangling his hand.

“You say that. But I would still like to redress the balance.” Zemo tilted his head at Bucky and smirked. Bucky felt his heart lift, but he said “There’s really no need.” All thoughts of food now forgotten.

“Oh, but there is,” answered Zemo, eyes twinkling. “Follow me.”

Bucky huffed, secretly delighted, and followed Zemo out to the conservatory.

Muzzy and Jamie were there, in their bathrobes, and they had made a little island in the centre. Soft carpets and cushions surrounded a high workbench, and there was a side table dripping with lotions and lube and other accessories.

“What’s going on?” asked Bucky.

Muzzy sauntered up to him and put his hands on the lapels of Bucky’s bathrobe. “What would you like to happen, Daddy?” He smirked wickedly, untying Bucky’s robe and pushing it off his shoulders.

Bucky watched as Jamie, Muzzy and Zemo then proceeded to disrobe. 

Zemo took Bucky’s face gently in his hands and kissed him thoroughly. He released him and Jamie stepped up to kiss him next, followed by Muzzy. Zemo stepped back in front of him and ran his hands up and down his chest, smirking. He grazed Bucky’s cock with his dancing fingers and it jumped.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky watched Jamie placing a flat cushion on top of the workbench.

“Over here, my darling,” coaxed Zemo, taking Bucky’s hand and leading him over to the bench. All three of them then surrounded him, touching him, caressing his body, kissing his skin. 

Zemo turned him round and bent him over the bench, his stomach resting on the lovely soft cushion, his arms dropping over the other side, his arse sticking out. Zemo caressed his back and sides and buttocks, spreading his legs. Muzzy slipped onto the floor under the bench and began to fondle his cock and balls. Jamie moved round to his face, bent to kiss him tenderly then took one of Bucky’s hands and folded it around his own dick.

Bucky grunted in understanding, and shrugged himself into a more comfortable position, before pulling Jamie’s cock into his mouth.

He heard Zemo opening something and smelled the lube as it was poured out. Zemo warmed it up in his hands and then began to use it on Bucky’s arse. Bucky wiggled contentedly against him, feeling Muzzy move beneath him to enfold his dick in his warm mouth, and begin to suck.

Zemo’s expert ministrations on his arse soon had Bucky open and expectant. When Zemo filled him with his cock, Bucky felt a surge of warmth fill him. He was enveloped. Zemo fucking him gently, lovingly; Muzzy deepthroating his dick and making adorable mewing sounds; Jamie holding his head while feeding him his cock; and Bucky grasping Jamie’s shaft with one hand, and his balls with another, while sucking contentedly.

He was in heaven.

He didn’t want it to stop and concentrated on postponing his own orgasm. But Zemo knew him too well. He slapped him lightly on the arse. “Don’t you dare, my love,” he chided, gently, still moving in him. “I want you to cum, and cum again. Don’t hold back. Your pleasure is paramount.”

Bucky nodded around Jamie’s dick, and gripped Zemo’s cock.

He pulled away briefly to say “Faster, harder,” and Zemo complied, fucking in to him and following the clues from his body. 

Muzzy was sucking so hard, Zemo was fucking so fast and deep, and at just the right angle, Bucky could feel his orgasm building. It was so fucking good. He pushed away from Jamie, and gripped the sides of the bench, clenching around Zemo and thrusting into Muzzy’s mouth.

“Yes, my love,” crooned Zemo. “Yes.”

And Bucky was cumming, spilling into Muzzy in staccato bursts and pulsing around Zemo who had thrust himself deep into Bucky to ride out his orgasm.

“Fuuu-uuuck,” he groaned, and collapsed on the bench.

Muzzy started to gently lick him clean. Zemo started to gently move out.

“Wait,” Bucky said.

“More?” asked Zemo.

“Oh yes,” he said. “You haven’t cum yet.” Then… “You all haven’t cum yet.”

“Direct us,” said Zemo, pushing back in.

“Fuck!” said Bucky. “OK. I’m thinking… I think I just wanna be fucked. Use me.”

“Happy to oblige, my love. Get over here, boys. James just wants to feel.”

Jamie and Muzzy moved up next to Zemo. Zemo gripped Bucky’s hips and began to pound into him. Fucking him deep. Fucking him hard. 

“He’s twitching,” whispered Muzzy, bending to look at Bucky’s cock.

“He’s gonna cum again,” whispered Jamie, grinning.

“Oh, James,” groaned Zemo, stuttering. “My James.” And he flooded into Bucky.

“Fuck, Hel,” moaned Bucky. “Fuck, yes.” And he spilled his own creamy cum onto the cushions.

Muzzy slathered up his dick. “Me next,” he said.

Bucky dropped his head, grinning. “Do your worst,” he cajoled. “I mean it.”

Zemo slipped out, patted Muzzy on the shoulder and collected a towel to dry himself off.

Muzzy slipped into position and slid his cock right into Bucky.

“Fuck, yes,” said Bucky, again. “Fuck me, Muzz.”

“I fear I won’t last long, my darling.” Muzzy said, speeding up. “You are just so… aaah… delectable.” And within seconds he was spurting into Bucky, yowling out his orgasm, copious amounts of catcum dribbling out of Bucky’s ass as Muzzy pushed in.

He stalled for a breath, hitched up deep in Bucky, then he pulled slowly out, bringing strings of creamy cum with him.

“It looks like I won’t need any lube,” said Jamie, taking Muzzy’s place. 

He slipped in effortlessly, gripped Bucky’s hips and began to move. “You’re so wet,” he sighed. “So fucking good.”

He soon built up speed, feeling Bucky pushing back, but not gripping. Then, he too, was filling Bucky’s arse with a fat load of cum, feeling it squishing around his cock and dribbling out.

He pulled out and moved next to Muzzy to tidy himself up.

Zemo ran his hands over Bucky’s back. “Better, my darling?” he whispered, moving round to face him, squatting, and kissing him gently.

“Mmmmm,” murmured Bucky, dreamily. “Once more, Hel. Make me cum again.”

Zemo kissed him. “Of course, my love.” And he moved back into position and fucked him nice until Bucky was cumming all over the cushions once more, and Zemo was spilling himself inside Bucky again.

*

Part 4

After a long soak together in their communal bath (which turned into a bubble bath fight half way through), the guys were bundled up in dressing gowns in the conservatory. They were snuggled up together in a heap, on a wide low couch facing the large glass doors that opened onto the back gardens. Bucky had his arms around Muzzy under one blanket, and Zemo was cuddling Jamie under another. A log fire was burning brightly in the corner, occasionally spitting out fat sparks. There was an excess of cushions, and on the side table there was mulled wine and cinnamon cookies.

It had just started to snow, and they were watching the first fat flakes float down from an almost apricot coloured sky. 

“They reckon there’ll be 2 inches by tomorrow,” said Bucky, hugging Muzzy close.

Muzzy stared up at him adoringly. “Can we make snowmen?”

“And snowcats,” mumbled Jamie, sleepily, nuzzling into Zemo’s chest.

“And snowcats,” whispered Zemo into his hair.

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