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Tony had been around the block a few times. Quite a few different blocks, if he were honest, and some of them he’d been around often enough that his feet had probably worn grooves in the sidewalk. He’d kissed all kinds of people in all kinds of places and situations. He was a kiss connoisseur. So, when Bucky drew him close and kissed him there in the hallway in front of his bedroom, the world didn’t fall away from beneath his feet. The heavenly choirs didn’t descend to shed divine light and sing ‘hallelujah.’ It was a kiss. A really good, very skilled kiss, but just a kiss nonetheless. Bucky’s lips were soft and surprisingly gentle as they were pressed to Tony’s, his beard rough where their faces dragged lightly against one another along the chin. His thumb still moved in slow, soothing circles along Tony’s jaw, a caress as much as a grounding point for both of them.
No, what made Tony’s heart stick in his throat and his breath flee entirely from his lungs was the look in Bucky’s eyes when they finally pulled away. It was a burning and undeniable desire. Not for Tony’s wealth or his power, which he was used to seeing in his bed mates, or for Tony’s body, though there was that too, but for him. Just for him. Tony had to take a deep, shuddering breath to try to get himself back together.
Steve’s voice cut across his hazy awareness as he gazed into Bucky’s eyes, the deepest and roughest Tony had ever heard it. “Mind if I cut in?” He said. Bucky slid to the side after one last stolen kiss, not out of Tony’s arms entirely but enough that Steve could press close and take Tony’s face in both his hands. He started gentle, as Bucky had been, but quickly deepened the kiss with the fervor of drowning man having spotted the shore. Tony fought to give back as much as he got, but Steve’s kiss was intoxicatingly insistent. He quickly found himself clinging with one arm on each man’s back, letting Steve take and take, barely keeping up and more turned on from a kiss than he could ever remember being. Bucky gently moved Tony’s arm from his waist and slid further around, bringing his mouth down to scrape his teeth gently down the side of Tony’s throat from behind him.
An embarrassing cut-off moan managed to escape from Tony at that, and he was suddenly reminded that they were making out in the hallway on the shared floor where anyone could come along and find them. He pulled away from Steve reluctantly. “We should-- oh , we should take this inside.” He managed, as Steve immediately took the opportunity to attack the side of his neck that Bucky wasn’t currently attached to. Tony was quickly learning that Steve was not shy about using his teeth. Bucky reached out behind himself for the handle to Tony’s rooms, a little awkward due to how closely they were standing to the door but apparently unwilling to move his mouth away from Tony to see what he was doing. He managed to find it after a few fumbling seconds and they all stumbled through into the darkened apartment, which Friday kindly lit with a romantic glow as they entered. Tony barely noticed. “Come on,” he insisted, tugging them along the hallway from the entryway, “Bedroom’s this way.” They didn’t have to be told twice.
Tony had rarely been so glad to see his ridiculously huge custom-made bed in his life. It would provide more than enough room for three grown men, plus extra, a luxury even he knew was a rarity. He turned to face Steve and Bucky as he got them into the room and was immediately set upon again, this time with Bucky at his front. Bucky’s kisses had grown bolder as Tony had made his consent glaringly clear and was now almost biting at Tony’s mouth, worrying already-bruised lips in a way that made Tony’s head spin. Tony pushed at the lapels of Bucky’s blazer, unable to get very far with Bucky’s arms clutching at his waist. “This should come off.” He insisted. Reluctantly, the three of them pulled away from each other to try and shed clothes as quickly as possible.
Tony’s eyes roamed shamelessly over the seemingly endless expanses of skin being revealed to him. He’d seen them both shirtless-- he’d even seen Steve naked one time, in a communal shower after a fight-- but he’d never been allowed to actually look before. And now that he could, he intended to soak it all in.
Steve caught onto him quickly. He’d stripped swiftly, efficiently, and dropped his clothes in a neatish pile on a chair before turning back to Tony. His eyes lit with amusement as he saw Tony only partially undressed, thoroughly distracted from unbuckling his belt by the display. He stalked over to Tony with predatory eyes that caused a shiver to race up and down his spine, hands coming down to knock Tony’s away from his belt. “Let me.” He said, voice low, and he kissed Tony again while deft fingers pulled the belt from its loops and worked both pants and briefs down Tony’s hips.
Once they were all finally and gloriously naked, Steve walked him over to the bed and laid him out on his back on top of the plush comforter. He climbed slowly onto the bed on Tony’s right on his knees, and Bucky did the same on his left, both looking down on him in consideration and appraisal. It made Tony feel pinned to the mattress under their gaze, not unpleasantly, but surprisingly strong for the fact that they were barely touching him. The intensity of their hungry gazes quickly made his cheeks heat and he tried to lift himself up on his elbows to make some flippant comment to dispel the tension in the air. Both men had hands on him immediately, firm but not forcing, gently easing him back down.
“Just admiring you, doll.” Bucky whispered, bringing his lips down to slowly kiss along the expanse of Tony’s scar-striped chest and around his and Steve’s fingers where they settled low on his pecs. “Let us take care of you?”
Tony was not, on the whole, a passive lover. He loved bringing his partners pleasure in whatever ways he could come up with (and he was nothing if not creative...), reveling in each moment of ecstasy he could extract before he and his bedmate inevitably parted ways. He prided himself on being exactly what his partner needed in that moment. However, looking into Steve and Bucky’s eyes in that moment, he realized that he wanted nothing more than to lie back and let them take care of him. They were each storms in their own right, raging and unpredictable and breathtaking, and he wanted to let go and drift wherever those winds would take him. Besides, it wasn’t like Bucky hadn’t warned him.
Conflicting instincts warred within him for a moment; the part of him that wanted to let go was disrupted by the part of him that hated losing control of any situation. They told him to surge up from Steve and Bucky’s hold,* to grab them and kiss them and turn this into something much simpler and easier and less honest than this terrifyingly vulnerable dance they were doing now. He looked up into Steve and Bucky’s eyes, warm and sincere and full of desire, and told his instincts to go fuck themselves.
*(Tony was fully aware that they could hold him there by force if they wanted to. He also knew without a shadow of a doubt that they never, ever would, unless he specifically asked them to. Even in his fevered and distracted state, he couldn’t help but note just how that thought affected him, and made a mental note that if this didn’t crash and burn he’d have to ask them to do so some other time.)
“Yeah.” Tony whispered back to Bucky after a tense moment of quiet. “Okay.” He was rewarded immediately with more kisses along his jaw and his neck, and warm hands that slowly slid along his arms to encircle his wrists and bring them up to rest on either side of his head. He felt utterly open and vulnerable, completely naked with hands pinned to the mattress, two trained killing machines hovering over him to scrape their teeth along any patch of skin they could find. Tony couldn’t think of a time he’d ever been this turned on. He writhed and gasped at the feeling of their mouths on him, at the way their free hands moved possessively across his chest, his hips, purposefully ignoring his weeping cock where it stood hard and neglected against his stomach.
“Don’t suppose I could convince you to move a little faster?” Tony said, strained tone turning to a gasp near the end as Steve bit down gently on the shell of his ear. He felt rather than saw Bucky’s grin against the delicate inside of his wrist.
“Think we can probably manage that.” Bucky responded. His hand closed suddenly over Tony’s cock, stroking slowly but firmly, causing Tony to moan almost uncontrollably. Steve swallowed his cries directly, kissing him breathless until his entire world narrowed down to the points of contact between the three of them.
“I’d like to finger you.” Steve whispered against his lips, kissing him through the choked cry that phrase elicited. “If that’s alright.”
“ God yes, please .” Tony answered fervently. He wriggled the wrist that Steve currently had pinned beneath his iron grip just enough to point to the set of sleek drawers beside the bed. “Bottom drawer.”
Steve nodded. “Don’t move.” He said. It didn’t have the kind of commanding quality Tony knew from extensive field experience that it could take on but it made him shiver anyway. Steve released his hand and shifted out of Tony’s field of vision as he crawled over to the side of the bed. Bucky was still moving his hand slowly, methodically, staring right down into Tony’s eyes with pure mischief written all over his features as he took Tony apart piece by piece, and Tony let himself get lost in the sensations for just a moment. He could feel Steve’s weight shift across the mattress back towards where Bucky was stroking him. Steve took Tony’s leg gently in one hand and brought it up until it was propped up on the bed, then did the same with the other, making Tony whimper as he was splayed wide open for Steve’s hungry stare.
Steve didn’t say anything as he popped open the cap of the lube he’d found stashed in Tony’s bedside drawer. He squeezed some onto his fingers then scooted closer to Tony’s exposed ass, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of a knee. “Ready?” he said.
“ Yes. ” Tony insisted. He felt like he would die if things kept going like this much longer. Bucky’s hand on him was so good and yet nowhere near enough, deliberately keeping him on edge without even a hint of relief. Two sets of blue eyes burned holes into him as one warm, slick finger began circling Tony’s hole and he threw his head back against the soft pillows, overwhelmed. Bucky followed of course, sucking the sweat-slick skin just above Tony’s adam’s apple. Steve’s finger slipped gently inside him and he let out an unashamed groan.
The next few minutes slipped by in a haze of heat and slickness and the sharp nip of Bucky’s teeth along his already mottled throat. Steve kissed along the tops of Tony’s knees and thighs as he slowly spread him open, carefully adding one finger at a time to the wet slide between Tony’s legs. Throughout all of it Bucky’s hand on his cock never changed its pace or grip, the steady rhythm of it radiating throughout it Tony’s body like a second heartbeat. Tony just writhed and panted through it, feeling his coherence slipping away with his sanity.
Eventually, once Steve had three of his thick super-soldier fingers pumping into Tony with little resistance and Tony had been reduced to little more than a groaning mess, he slipped his fingers free and spread both hands across the back of Tony’s thighs as if to steady him. Tony wasn’t sure if they actually said something that he missed or if they were close enough for their communication to be near-telepathic but suddenly hands here moving him, urging him to sit up while Bucky settled upright against the headboard behind him. They spun him around carefully until he was propped up on his knees, legs bracketing Bucky’s thighs, Steve pressed close behind him.
Bucky ran his hands slowly down the swell of Tony’s chest, across his abs, finally settling on the jut of his hips. He put on his best lazy grin and asked, “You gonna ride me, baby?” In any other context Tony would have bristled at the moniker, but right now hands were burning brands into his hips from both sides and the obvious affection behind the words just made him shiver with want.
“Please.” Was all he said, unsure if he was asking for permission or assistance in making his shaking limbs move. Bucky’s grin widened, hungry and wolfish. He leaned over to grab at the condoms Steve had apparently pulled out of Tony’s drawer earlier without him noticing, ripping one off and tossing it to Steve to put on before tearing one off for himself. He tore it open and worked it onto himself steadily, tossed the wrapper off the side of the bed to be dealt with later, and drizzled a little more of the lube over himself before moving to grab at Tony once again. Limbs moved around Tony then like the swelling tide, so simultaneous he couldn’t quite tell which one of them had started it. Strong arms supported him as he lifted himself up fully and scooted forward. He let his hands fall to Bucky’s wide shoulders for balance. Someone’s hand-- had to be Steve’s, Bucky’s were both on his hips-- carefully guided Bucky’s covered cock to Tony’s entrance, but waited for him to make the next move.
Tony looked right into Bucky’s face, pupils blown wide and plush lips slightly party in anticipation, and lowered himself ever so slightly onto the fat cock beneath him. All three of them groaned together. Tony felt like all the air had been punched out of his lungs in the best possible way, and he sunk down another couple inches. Steve’s prep job had been thorough, and he opened up easily enough as he slowly worked his way flush to Bucky’s hips with little rocking movements that drove all of them mad. Once he was sitting fully in Bucky’s lap he let his head fall back onto Steve’s shoulder, very glad that he had the solid weight behind him to keep him upright.
They took a few seconds to catch their breath. Bucky’s eyes were closed, face screwed up in a look of nearly pained rapture. Steve’s hands were everywhere: roaming across his stomach, his hips, the place where he and Bucky were joined.
“God you look good like this.” He murmured into Tony’s ear. “Blissed out and moaning, letting us take care of you. Gorgeous.”
“You better be careful with that kinda praise, Cap.” Tony responded, words more than a little slurred. “Might start to get used to it.”
“Good.” Steve said, simply. Then he carefully slung one arm around Tony’s waist, gripping below a thigh with the other, and gently undulated to pull Tony upwards a few inches before dropping back down. Tony choked; Bucky moaned. Steve did it again, and again, picking up speed and intensity as they went. Bucky’s hands had never left his hips and now they held him in a vice-like grip that was sure to leave bruises for days. The dull pain only added to the fervor as the three of them moved, Tony using his hands on Bucky’s shoulders to push himself up further and leverage himself down harder every time.
They moved in a symphony of moans, sweat dripping onto Tony’s ridiculously expensive sheets and not one of them caring whatsoever. Steve’s clothed cock drug distractingly over his the swell of his ass and the curve of his lower back. At one point Tony felt like he might explode if he didn’t relieve some of the pressure of his arousal and moved a hand to touch himself, only to have his wrist gripped once again by Steve.
“No.” Steve commanded. “Not yet.” Tony sobbed a little, far beyond meaningless concepts like dignity, but returned his hand to its resting place.
“Stevie.” Bucky ground out then, voice gone to gravel and looking nearly as undone as Tony felt.
“Go on, Buck.” Steve responded, picking up the pace and slamming Tony down with a force that made him shake with how good it felt. Bucky thrust up to meet Tony’s hips in a few last frenzied thrusts before tightening his grip on Tony’s hips even more and holding him there as he threw his own head back, moaning loud and low.
Tony was still out of his mind for a few moments, struggling against Bucky and Steve’s grip in a desperate attempt to chase his own release. Hands petted across his chest, through his hair, gently bringing him down from the precipice until he was limp and spilling tears down his cheeks (he couldn’t remember when that had happened, and he couldn’t bring himself to care) but no longer moving desperately.
“Please.” He begged, unashamed, when one of Steve’s hands swept close to his weeping and neglected cock. “Please.”
“Shh baby.” Bucky seemed to have regained his powers of speech, “We’ll take care of you.” Again strong arms were leveraging him around, supporting him as his heavy and clumsy limbs struggled to navigate. Bucky shuffled around behind him, removing the condom and leaning back against the headboard once more.They settled him on his back, propped up and pressed flush to Bucky’s chest. Steve was on his knees on the mattress in front of him now. He seemed far more collected than he had any right to be considering, but Tony could see from the look in his eyes that he was just as desperate as Tony for this. He tortured them both for a minute by kissing Tony slowly and deeply, erections pressing together in a way that made them both gasp, before pulling back.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Tony.” It wasn’t a question, but seemed to leave room for objection.
“Yes.” Tony answered, grabbing at Steve’s shoulders and trying to pull him down until their bodies were pressed together again. Steve looped his arms beneath Tony’s thighs before complying, practically bending Tony in half and making him groan before pressing his lips to Tony’s once again. His cock found Tony’s entrance then, slipping in easily. He offered no mercy. His hips slammed forward relentlessly, driving deep into Tony and making him howl with pleasure. Bucky’s hands worked their way down to Tony’s nipples, pinching and teasing, before moving to take hold of Tony’s aching cock.
“Please!” He begged again. It was ripped from his throat as he writhed, completely out of his mind with pleasure, only held in place by Steve’s weight and the arms keeping him pinned.
“I don’t think Stevie’s gonna last long.” Bucky said casually. He nibbled at Tony’s ear while both hands worked him over mercilessly. “Come on, baby. Show us how good you can be. Come for us.”
Tony did. His back arched as far as it could sandwiched between the other two, something like a scream climbing its way out of his throat. Steve fucked him through it, hips moving like pistons as Tony went rigid then completely and utterly limp. His head fell back onto Bucky’s shoulder.
“Beautiful.” Bucky said, almost wondrously, looking down into Tony’s blissed-out eyes. “Both of you. Absolutely gorgeous.”
Tony just smiled, tired but happy beyond words. “Steve.” He moaned as the pace of the thrusts increased and grew erratic, reaching up to thread his fingers through golden hair. Every thrust moved him further into Bucky, shifting them both like a buoy in a storm-tossed sea. A few more thrusts and Steve tipped over the edge, biting down hard into the side of Tony’s neck. Tony cried out, overstimulated and impossibly aroused though he wouldn’t be ready for another round for quite a while. He huffed a laugh as Steve partially collapsed on top of him. He was folded nearly in half and trapped in a supersoldier sandwich, sticky and sweaty and more content than he could remember being in a long time.
Soon, they would have to move. He would have to get cleaned up (he imagined Steve would probably do that for him; he was a gentleman like that, and Tony wasn’t sure his legs could support his own weight at the moment), probably change the sheets, and convince these two to cuddle in a slightly more comfortable way. For now, though, he was content to lie there, sheltered and desired, nurturing the little bloom of love beginning to form in his chest.