[ Even Steve questions why he came out here, and why he's allowing himself to take up some of Zemo's space. He should have left the text messages at just that - texts. But the loneliness of his apartment and the appeal of seeing Helmut Zemo unwind in a club setting had been too much of an motivator. He's attracted to him, whether Zemo knows that or not, so it isn't all for naught, either. Sure, Steve knows that this is all some fanciful act, but for once he finds himself wanting to enjoy the night instead of worrying about money or anything else.
The soft press of lips to the corner of his mouth takes him by surprise, but it makes his smile grow wider, makes him duck his head just so in a near sheepish sort of way. It almost feels real, all of this. He tilts his head, listening to Pietro and Zemo both speak in Sokovian to one another, and the possessive hand on the slender man's hip flexes again as their legs brush, but Steve gives him a gentle tug closer, making sure his "boyfriend" is nestled snugly against his side. ]
I have a few friends that might fit the bill, but I don't know if they're on the market. [ He teases, looking over at Pietro apologetically. Pietro only huffs, folds his arms over his chest, and glares at Zemo. When he speaks, it's in Sokovian yet again: ]
And you told me he would have pretty friends. It is the only reason I was going to hold back all of my jealousy no? I will be left cold and alone while you and your pretty statue there walk into the sunset.
[ Drama, party of one, but there's no heat to Pietro's words, only the impish curl of a smirk on his lips. Steve can gather there's a back and forth happening, but he doesn't let on that he understands any of it. Instead, he dips his head to press a kiss against Zemo's neck, just above his collar. A quiet, but very obvious, nag for his attention. ]
But I'll see what I can do for... what did you call him? [ He laughs a little, glancing apologetically over at Pietro. ] You all could be saying anything about me right now and I wouldn't have any clue. I won't bother you two for long, but I wanted to come say hello when you said you were out. [ The very same waiter who brought the extra chair comes by again with a new glass of wine for Zemo, one for Steve, and a matching drink for Pietro. ]
I hope you're not tired of wine. I took a guess. [ The hand on the back of Zemo's hip curls around, resting warmly against his side. ]
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The soft press of lips to the corner of his mouth takes him by surprise, but it makes his smile grow wider, makes him duck his head just so in a near sheepish sort of way. It almost feels real, all of this. He tilts his head, listening to Pietro and Zemo both speak in Sokovian to one another, and the possessive hand on the slender man's hip flexes again as their legs brush, but Steve gives him a gentle tug closer, making sure his "boyfriend" is nestled snugly against his side. ]
I have a few friends that might fit the bill, but I don't know if they're on the market. [ He teases, looking over at Pietro apologetically. Pietro only huffs, folds his arms over his chest, and glares at Zemo. When he speaks, it's in Sokovian yet again: ]
And you told me he would have pretty friends. It is the only reason I was going to hold back all of my jealousy no? I will be left cold and alone while you and your pretty statue there walk into the sunset.
[ Drama, party of one, but there's no heat to Pietro's words, only the impish curl of a smirk on his lips. Steve can gather there's a back and forth happening, but he doesn't let on that he understands any of it. Instead, he dips his head to press a kiss against Zemo's neck, just above his collar. A quiet, but very obvious, nag for his attention. ]
But I'll see what I can do for... what did you call him? [ He laughs a little, glancing apologetically over at Pietro. ] You all could be saying anything about me right now and I wouldn't have any clue. I won't bother you two for long, but I wanted to come say hello when you said you were out. [ The very same waiter who brought the extra chair comes by again with a new glass of wine for Zemo, one for Steve, and a matching drink for Pietro. ]
I hope you're not tired of wine. I took a guess. [ The hand on the back of Zemo's hip curls around, resting warmly against his side. ]