"Where do you want me, Sam?"
In his dream the Baron is fully clothed, wearing black slacks and a bare chest under his dark fur-collared coat.
Sam is sitting on the apartment's couch while Zemo stands in front of him, awaiting his command.
"On your knees…right…" he points to the floor in front of himself, "…there."
Zemo gives him a crooked smile, charming and mischievous at the same time. And so fucking irresistible.
"As you please."
He walks up to Sam and ever so slowly lowers himself down to his knees in front of him, never taking his eyes off of his.
The Baron places his hands on Sam's thighs then runs his lithe fingers down the side of them before spreading them gently and positioning his own body in between.
Sam cups Zemo's face in his hand and lets his thumb run over his lips, small but silky soft, until they part ways and the Baron catches his finger in between his teeth, giving it a light bite, letting Sam know the danger of it all before his pink tongue begins to flicker down its side and his warm mouth engulfs his thumb in a heavenly vacuum.
And Sam is painfully hard when finally, he can't take it anymore and he pulls his thumb from Zemo's mouth with a soft sounding pop!
"Suck my dick." he orders not unkindly, while placing his hand gently at the back of Zemo's head, caressing the hair there and pulling him closer.
Zemo tilts his head slightly when he unzips Sam's pants and pulls out his cock, his beautiful eyes shining a reddish brown.
"Would you like me to swallow?" He whispers as he bows his head and licks the slit.
Aw, Jesus fuck...