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No.

[He speaks softly as he tilts Bucky's face so he can look him in the eyes.]

Tell me. Don't keep anything from me.

[It's funny how he is surrounded by water right now, and yet his throat and lips still feel dry. The reaction isn't what he had wanted, then again he did just tell him to stop. The last thing he wants is for Bucky to feel insecure.]

I want you, mi leon. [His fingers carefully slide up and through his dark locks.] More than anyone in this world. I just...[He feels the burning in his eyes again. He's glad they are in the shower.] I'm selfish. I'm needy. I can't stop thinking about you, and us, and--

[And it's not the time. Bucky needs to heal. He needs to get better before they can move forward with their new lives. But Zevran is selfish and impatient.] I just don't want you to think that this is all I want.

[Meeting Zevran's eyes hurts. It's like looking into the sun and not deserving the warmth.]

I'm taking advantage of you. I asked you to come in here with me. I didn't ask for more.

[It was dishonest and it was the problem. What was happening between them couldn't be based on lies or small untruths. Zevran deserved so much better.]

I know it's not.

[He tips his head to kiss Zevran's palm, let's his lashes flutter shut.]

If it was only sex, we wouldn't be together right now. [He reaches out again, drags the other man closer, kisses his forehead, each cheek, the tip of his nose.] I can sleep around you. Really sleep.

Don't you get what that means?

You know I'll gladly give you more.

[He speaks in a quiet voice. All too gladly would he pull his very heart from his chest and offer it to this man. In many ways he knows that he had already done just that. His heart is not his own anymore, it belongs to Bucky.

He listens when Bucky speaks. His eyes on him, their hands, and then they close when he feels Bucky's lips on his skin. He loves this feeling, of them so close together and how gentle Bucky is to him.]

That I wear you out.

[His lips tug into a smile as he teases and leans his head towards his for a kiss.] I don't blame you, I've told that I'm a handful.

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That, too.

[The corner of his mouth jumps, lower lip shaking as he half smiles down at Zevran. Bucky needed that though. Their personalities, when Bucky remembered enough of himself, complimented one another. He needed Zevran's fire and spunk, all that passion to spill over and warm him up.]

I prefer it that way.

[Bucky, still unsure how far to press the issue, snags a bar of soap and runs it across Zevran's shoulder. He counts freckles and moles, watches intently as bubbles form and run down the other's chest.]

I don't know what I want. [He swirls the bar, pupils dark and wide, the white suds so much brighter against Zevran's tan skin.] You. I know that much.

[Zevran watches him and enjoys the feeling of the others hands on him. His expression softens as his head tilts slightly. He sees that look and he knows exactly what that means. He leans in, up on his tip toes, and kisses him on the lips.]

Tell me what you want.

[His kisses are slow and tender. His arms wrap around Bucky's neck to pull him closer still as his hips start to roll just slightly. Bucky did give him the okay, he didn't want him to think that his affection is unwanted.]

Tell me, I'll give it to you.

[Bucky sighs and tugs him closer, setting the soap down with only a little reluctance. He was distracted by the way the suds had rolled off smooth skin, but the feel of the other man against him is so much better.]

Kiss me.

[He pushes Zevran's damp hair back, curling a tendril around a finger as he slips his other hand lower to rest on at the top of Zevran's ass.]

Everywhere. Until all I can think of is you.

[Zevran grins when he feels those hands on him. Yes, this is what he has been waiting for. He cant help but close his eyes and relax into Bucky's touch as he pushed himself closer and kisses Bucky fast and passionate on the lips.]

I can do that.

[He speaks between kisses as his lips move down his jaw and to his neck.] Gladly.

[It takes Bucky longer than he'd like to relax into Zevran's touch and kisses. He has to breathe slowly, purposefully ease the tension in his shoulders, and let his mind drift until it's filled with nothing but thoughts of warm steam and even warmer skin. His head drops back, water cascading down his face, and his eyes fall shut as those kisses trail down his jaw to his neck.

His palms find Zevran's shoulders. They pull him close.]

Mi leon.

[He presses his own back to the tile. Makes it so he has nowhere to go that isn't directly into Zevran's arms.]

Call me that.

Mi leon.

[He breaths into his ear between tender kisses and loving nips of teeth. He doesn't speak want to leave this man, ever. He knows that it is an impossible task now that he had to do the difficult task before.

He kisses him, the name coming from him again and again. His lips alter between slow and needy to frequent and passionate. His fingers glide down his chest and rest at his hips where he tugged just slightly, wanting their bones to meet at the waist.]

[There's something about hearing the sweet endearment Zevran picked him that holds him in the moment and clears the fog in his head. It replaces worries and doubts, fills up the gaps in his memory, and wraps him up in a blanket of feeling that the other man has for him.

Each time he says it Bucky's body shudders. His cock grows harder, but it's slow to respond even though he's never been more ready for something to happen between them. He'd be frustrated about it if those kisses and touches, the way he can feel Zevran's arousal against his own hip, didn't distract him so quickly from that.]

Медленный. По-медленнее.

[Not like the other time. Different. Sweet and soft. So that Bucky can keep up. So Bucky can show Zevran how he feels.]

как медленно?

[He breaths between kisses. He knows he needs to slow down, he knows he needs to stop. But give him an inch, and he would take a mile. He's wanted Bucky for so long, he's missed this man so much, and with all the awful things that have happened to them....they deserve this.

He stops himself though, after one last kiss. His hips move back away from his. He still whines lightly, no liking that their bodies aren't together. Bucky is right though, they need to slow down.]

No.

[Panic overwhelms him, hot and bright, coursing through his body and making his chest tight, head swimming. He can't seem to communicate with Zevran the way he needs to and his fingers latch onto hip and shoulder, gripping.

His chin drops to his chest, and breathing is difficult. Bucky closes his eyes to keep the water out, and his lips tingle. He can feel their kisses even after they've stopped.]

не то, что медленно.

[He lightens his grip, hands shaky as he presses his palms to Zevran's shoulders to pull him close.]

Not like before. [He'll never forget the first time, but he needs this to be different.] Slow. Soft.

Lets go to bed.

[Where they can both relax, take their time, and spoil one another. He leans in as Bucky pulls him. His hands on his lion's face, his fingers combing through his mane. He tries to hold himself back, he doesn't want Bucky to be overwhelmed. He's just missed him so much...]

Возьми меня в постель.

Alright.

[He guides them both back under the water, quickly and efficiently getting them as clean as he can without actually putting time or effort into it. Bucky keeps Zevran close as he opens the door again, steam curling up out of the shower, and he reaches for a towel to run over them before leaning in to kiss Zevran again. He keeps the kiss soft, light, and they’re still too wet to get into bed but Bucky doesn’t care.

Their fingers twist together and Bucky guides Zevran down out of the bathroom and down the hall backwards towards the bed.]

[The kisses make his heart flutter lightly in his chest. He kisses back with just as much care. It's perfect, calming moments like this that he feels everything might be a dream. He doesn't deserve these sweet moments.]

I missed you.

[He says softly. He just wants to keep telling him that, hundreds of thousands of time to make up for the moments they lost and will never get back. Their fingers curl and tangle together as he pulls him closer for more kisses. The water drips from his body and down to the floor as they stand by the bed in each others arms.]

[Bucky wants to push away every bad thought, to kiss Zevran over and over until the memory of Hydra is so far from their minds that they can almost forget. He wants to spend the rest of his life making it up to him. He wants so much for the younger man that his head spins and his heart catches in his throat.

I missed you, too.

Softly spoken Russian curl around them both as Bucky pushes Zevran back on the bed, laying him out, eyes tracing every line and curve.

He stretches out over him, propped up on an elbow, picking up wet tendrils of golden hair and setting them back away from Zevran's forehead and eyes. He trails kisses down Zevran's throat, dips his tongue into the hollow and chases at the moisture gathered there.]

[Hearing him answer makes a shiver move down his spine. He's heard him speak in Russian many times before, but saying those words just felt different. He liked it. When Bucky moved him down onto the bed and lays him out he feel more vulnerable than he did before. Maybe because they are taking it slow now, and maybe because this isn't just a quick fuck. It's something deeper now.

He can't exactly say what it is he just knows that it isn't the same as before. He feels his heart beat a little faster the longer Bucky stares at him. He wants to say something, but he feels his throat go tight and he gets the feeling that anything that comes out of his mouth right now would just sound stupid. And then he feels hands on him, with lips and tongue and he moans. His own fingers gather at the back of Bucky's neck and pull through his wet hair as he kisses the top of his head.]

[Bucky can't remember ever taking the time to worship anyone's body. Sure, before he was the soldier he had been with more than his fair share of partners, and nobody by choice after. But never has he spent the time to show the other person just how much they mean to him. What they do to him. How they make him feel. It's how he knows this is different, what keeps him open and steady, and lets him trust himself to do this.

It's what allows him to settle his weight on top of Zevran, and balance carefully so that he can kiss his collarbones, take a nipple into his mouth and worship there, too. Bucky moans as he kisses him. The sound slipping out because the pleasure he's giving he can feel it as if it's his own.]

[Zevran's eyes shut as a moan shudders through him. The careful and loving touches are enough to cause his skin to rise in goosebumps as the now cool water still drips from his hair onto his back. His fingers spread across Bucky's back and smooth over his skin and scars. He wants to touch and kiss every last piece of his body. They have the time now, and he will make sure no one takes that from them again.]

Mi leon [He says quietly as his pulls his closer still. His hands move around his waist to his front. His fingers spread as they move up his chest. He catches Bucky's chin and tilts it upwards so he could kiss those lips he craved once more.]

[He's pulled closer again, and Bucky goes willingly, lips parting as they kiss. Only when he can feel his body beginning to respond does he move his mouth lower, trailing softly downward, tracing his tongue around Zevran's navel and nipping gently at his hipbone.

Bucky's hand spread out and down, nudging Zevran's thighs apart so he can lay between them.]

So beautiful. [His fingers glide along soft skin, mouth working lower and lower, but his tone holds a hint of possessiveness to it.] Mine.

[A soft moan left him as he felt Bucky's hand on his thigh. He head leans back against the pillows as his eyes close and his jaw slacks. His fingers glide through Bucky's hair and massage his scalp.

Bucky's name leaves through Zevran's lips as his free hand grips the sheets on the bed. His back arches and his body tenses as he feels teeth on his hips and kisses even further on his skin. They haven't done this before, but he likes where this is going.]

I'm yours. [He answers with a airy and breathless tone. His fingers curl in those dark locks and he gives a small tug.] All yours.

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