Bucky Clone-ish

One beautiful golden morning, Zemo and Bucky were alone in the lodge. Jamie and Muzz were out playing in the forest. They had taken to climbing the trees and racing each other through the top branches, high up in the canopy.

Bucky and Zemo were in their respective rooms. Bucky was trying on the leather motorcycle outfits that Zemo had bought for him, and wondering whether to take his bike out for a spin, when he heard Zemo call to him.

“James, my darling, may I have a word with you? At your earliest convenience, of course.”

“Be right there,” he called back, throwing a jacket on the bed.

He padded barefoot down the corridor to Zemo’s room just in leather trousers and white t. 

He walked into an apparently empty room, but heard Zemo in the en-suite.

“You called?” he said, cheesily, wandering up to the bathroom door.

Zemo appeared, in a midnight blue paisley dressing gown, wrapped loosely to reveal a deep V of chest and chest hair. He smiled seductively.

“I like those trousers on you,” he whispered in his perfectly accented voice, moving closer. “But I’d prefer to see them on the floor…” He smirked.

Bucky grinned. “I thought you wanted a word?”

“Mmmmm?” said Zemo, raking his gaze up along the length of Bucky’s body. “I seem to have lost my train of thought.”

He placed his hands on Bucky’s chest and pushed him up against the doorjamb. He grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a wet, hungry kiss.

Bucky moaned into his mouth, and threaded his hands through Zemo’s hair. He broke away to see Zemo’s remarkable eyes lust-darkened. He felt his heart skip.

“I like your new train of thought,” he whispered, pulling the Baron’s face closer and sealing his mouth with his own.

Zemo snaked his hands down Bucky’s abs and began to unbutton his leathers. He broke off their kiss to sight down their bodies, unzipping Bucky and sliding a hand inside the fabric.

Bucky let his hands drop to his sides, and leant back against the doorframe.

Breathing easy. Liking it when his Baron took control. Deciding that next time he’d do the initiating. Then getting distracted from thinking ahead by Zemo’s hand finding his dick and starting to gently molest it.

Zemo looked up at him through lowered lashes, mouth half open, highlights drawing attention to his wet tongue within.

Fuck it, thought Bucky. He lifted his hands to the Baron’s silk collar and pushed down the garment over his shoulders, almost to his elbows, trapping his arms by his sides. He twisted the fabric tighter.

Zemo stopped his massaging, raised an eyebrow, a half smile playing about his lips. He removed his hand from Bucky’s trouser front. “I’m yours,” he whispered.

“You’d better believe it,” said Bucky, pushing him against the doorway, still trapping his arms within the fabric of his robe.

With one hand keeping a tight hold on the makeshift bondage around Zemo’s upper arms, Bucky used the other to slip between the lower fabric and capture Zemo’s cock. Zemo’s mouth dropped open, his breath hot on Bucky’s cheek. Bucky noted with satisfaction the Baron’s skin reddening where the fabric pinched into his arms. 

“James…” Zemo whispered, huskily.

“Quiet,” said Bucky, right in his face. “Not another word.”

Zemo searched his face for a long moment, then nodded. 

Bucky fondled his dick slowly, loving the feel of it thickening in his hand, moving up and down the shaft, gripping gently. All the while gazing deep into his Baron’s eyes, watching the pupils widen, watching the micro-expressions of arousal, ferocity, pain management and submission.

Zemo opened his mouth as if to speak. Bucky gave him a warning look and Zemo closed it, his skin flushing slightly, his lips darkening, his breath quickening. Bucky smiled and tightened his grip.

Zemo leaned his hips into Bucky, his eyes fluttered closed, lashes dark against his flushed cheeks, breath catching, coming up on his toes.

Bucky twisted the fabric around Zemo’s arms tighter, moved his hand faster along his shaft. He wasn’t even breathing hard.

Zemo’s hands moved up to reach Bucky, as much as they could. They found his waist and gripped the fabric of his t. His eyes still fast closed, his head thrown back, he stifled a moan as he stuttered into Bucky’s fist, painting the inside of his robe with white.

Bucky maintained his hold on both the fabric and the cock as Zemo unclenched and dropped back onto his feet. His eyes opened to find Bucky’s, and when they made contact, Bucky felt an electric frisson jolt through him.

Zemo still had his hands gripping Bucky’s t. He pulled him closer, nuzzled at his neck.

“May I speak?”

Bucky chuckled, kissed his hair, released his holds.

“What would you say, other than you adore me?” Bucky quite liked how that had come out.

“Mmmmm… of course.” Zemo moved back slightly and shrugged his shoulders to release the vice-like grip his robe had on the flesh of his upper arms. His skin clearly showed the marks. “In that case, I have nothing further to add.”

“How come,” Bucky said, affectionately, helping to free the fabric, “you talk an awful lot when you say you’ve got nothing to say?”

Zemo smirked and tilted his head. “I find, adoréd one, that my mouth quite runs away with me when it is not pressed against your skin.”

“Well, let’s see if we can do something about that then.”

Bucky stripped while Zemo shrugged out of his robe. Zemo watched him peel off his trousers, his eyes hooded. As Bucky stood, kicking his trousers away, Zemo closed the gap between them and took hold of Bucky’s cock, using it to lead him over to the bed.

Zemo pushed Bucky’s chest so that he sat on the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees before him so he didn’t lose his hold on his dick. He spread Bucky’s legs and shuffled into the space between them.

Bucky opened his knees wide, and leaned back on his elbows, watching Zemo dip his head to lick at his glans, suck in the head, release it too soon to lick up his shaft. 

Bucky’s dick was throbbing, leaking, hips twitching.

Zemo’s hand moved up and down lazily, his mouth moving to Bucky’s inner thigh. Bucky threw his head back as Zemo sucked at the flesh of his thigh, causing his balls to tighten, glutes to clench. Zemo still moving his hand up and down his cock, now biting at the crease at the top of his thigh, licking and sucking at his sac, fist moving along his dick, until Bucky was spurting out his cum all over his belly in fat heavy drops.

Bucky dropped his upper body onto the bed, arms out, eyes closing.

Zemo wiped a thumb over the tip of his cock, bringing it to his mouth and sucking appreciatively. He rose up to lick the cum from Bucky’s abs, moving to lay his body next to Bucky.

Dreamily, he traced little circles on Bucky’s chest. He moved to whisper in his ear.

“Did you know you can train yourself to orgasm without ejaculation?”

Bucky ‘hmmmm’-ed enquiringly.

Fingers still languidly exploring Bucky’s skin, Zemo continued. “I had a lot of time to perfect the technique while in the Raft. It is really quite transcendental.”

Bucky opened his eyes, and turned to face Zemo.

“Yeah, I know how to do that. Back in the day, we called it tantric sex.”

“Try it with me, beloved. We have all the time in the world.”

“Nah.” Bucky grinned over at Zemo. “I’d rather you bounced up and down on my cock until your cum spurts in my mouth. Let’s try that instead.”

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