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He could have escaped the ropes tying him down to the bed. Instead, Bucky tugged gently on the rope, giving the impression of resistance and making the bed creak. He swallowed hard, his mouth going dry at the sight of Rumlow teasingly stripping his shirt off, and with a smirk, he flung the shirt on Bucky’s face. Despite the alluring scent, Bucky shook his head until it came off his face, hearing Rumlow unzipping his pants.
Zemo sat on the bed, on the side opposite Rumlow, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he watched Rumlow undress, appearing utterly unaffected. Only the hardness between his legs gave him away, not covered by the midnight blue silk robe barely clinging to his shoulders. Zemo stroked Bucky’s face with the back of a hand, his fingertips cold, sending a chill through Bucky’s body.
“I think you need an attitude adjustment,” Rumlow drawled. His tac pants slid down his legs, pooling at his feet as he deliberately stepped out of them. “You need to remember how to be a good boy.”
Bucky stilled immediately.
Zemo slid his bare chest over Bucky’s own as the robe finally gave up the pretense of staying on, grabbing a bottle of strawberry-flavored lube from the night table. He stayed there, opening the bottle with one hand as he put his cigarette out on the ashtray before coating his fingers with the lube.
Rumlow moved closer, one hand working his cock to hardness with slow, deliberate strokes. Zemo slid his lube-covered fingers between their chests as he took the head of Rumlow’s cock into his mouth.
Bucky whined softly, trying to stay still, feeling his precome drip into his navel as his cock leaked, watching Zemo’s tongue peek out between his lips as he started sucking, but the wet sliding noises Bucky’s ears caught weren’t coming from the blowjob taking place just before his eyes. He managed to turn his head away from the enticing sight to see another, Zemo’s body curved over him, taut like a strung bow, his ass rocking back and forth.
Another whine built in his throat as he realized Zemo was fucking himself on his fingers, but he swallowed it, trying to be good. He needed to stay still. He was being punished, though what for, he couldn’t remember. He turned his head back as he heard a particularly enthusiastic noise come from Zemo, and saw Rumlow cupping his throat as he fucked into Zemo’s mouth.
“Oh yeah, baby, you take my cock like a good slut, don’t you?” Rumlow’s mouth was open slightly, quiet praise interspersed with soft panting breaths as he thrust faster. Bucky bit his lower lip, wishing that praise was for him. The sounds Zemo was making around Rumlow’s thick cock were obscene. Not only the sound of the slick slide of cock into a wet mouth, but Zemo’s desperate and needy-sounding moans heightened the eroticism of the sight before him.
“Mm, you want it so bad, don’t you baby?” Rumlow asked, looking down at him, his voice rough with lust, pupils blown so wide his amber irises disappeared. Bucky nodded, releasing his lip as he tasted the copper tang of his blood. Rumlow smirked. “I’m going to fuck him, and you’re going to stay put like a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir,” Bucky replied, failing to keep the whine out of his voice.
“You really thought you could keep him all to yourself?” Rumlow continued as if Bucky hadn’t spoken. His eyes locked onto Bucky’s as his hips kept their punishing rhythm. “You really thought you were the one with control over this situation, over us? That you had any say?” Tears tried to fight their way to the surface, and Bucky averted his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Damn right you are. You come out of those ropes and it’ll be the last time you see either of us, you greedy slut,” Rumlow replied. The words were cruel, but the tone was fond, confusing Bucky. Rumlow’s hips finally stilled with a sharp gasp, and he held the base of his cock. Zemo pulled back from sucking, his lips releasing Rumlow’s cock with a loud pop.
Rumlow took deep, slow breaths as Zemo’s hand sped up, the other arm bracing him on the bed now instead of on Rumlow’s thigh. Unmuffled now, his moans were wanton as he tormented himself with his fingers.
Rumlow wandered slowly around to the other side of the bed, his eyes greedily taking in Zemo’s disheveled state. His hand came down hard on Zemo’s ass and Zemo yelped, his cockhead brushing against Bucky’s as Zemo jerked forward.
“Slutty, sexy man,” Rumlow murmured, stilling Zemo’s hand and slowly pulling his fingers free.
“Fuck me already,” Zemo retorted, looking back at Rumlow with a lustful glare, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.
Bucky jolted awake on his couch as a particularly loud and obnoxious commercial came on the TV, and Zemo looked over at him with concern, putting his phone down.
“James, are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?” Zemo asked, sliding closer to him on the couch, and Bucky sighed.
“Something like that,” He replied and put his arm around Zemo, knowing he could never ask him for what his body craved.