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Peter had what must have been the best dream of his life.
He had dreamed that he had finally seen Tony and Bucky again. They had both been inside of him at the same time, and it had been so much and had felt so good that Peter had cum without them even touching his cock. It had seemed so real that Peter thought that he could actually feel how sore his hole was when he woke up. Not ready to accept that it had only been a dream just yet, Peter kept his eyes closed and snuggled down in the soft silk–
Wait.
Peter didn't have a soft silk blanket.
Heart skipping a beat, Peter’s eyes snapped open. He was facing an empty, messed-up pillow and a nightstand that Peter didn't recognize.
Oh god...
Untangling himself from the two blankets draped over him, Peter sat up and stared at the full-length window façade opposite the bed with a dumbfounded expression. He was gifted with a mesmerizing view of Central Park, whose grassed areas were shining pearly-white due to the snow that had fallen yesterday.
… It hadn’t been a dream.
Turning to his right, Peter could see another empty, but messy pillow. The wall he was now facing had a door, just like the one the bed was against. Did he really, actually, get fucked by Tony and Bucky again? And… at the same time, no less? Now that he was sitting, Peter realized that the slight burn he felt ‘down there’ hadn’t just been a vivid imagination… It was very real.
This actually happened!
If all of it was real, then that meant that Peter’s second orgasm, the one when nobody had even touched his cock, must’ve been real too. How embarrassing. Tony and Bucky had to assume that Peter had been quite desperate and inexperienced for something like that to happen. Which had been true, but whatever.
Heat flashed up to the nape of his neck, Peter climbed to his feet, dragging the top blanket with him so he would be able to cover himself while he was looking for his pants. It’s not like he desperately wanted to get back to the icebox that was his apartment, but he doubted that Tony and Bucky would want him to stick around longer than necessary. That’s probably why they–
“You’re up!”
Yelping, Peter spun around, somehow managing to entangle his feet in the blanket that he had loosely draped around his naked midsection. Before he knew what was happening, Peter tumbled over and landed on his already sore butt.
While he was lying there on the floor, wishing to melt into the ground and cease to exist, Peter only had one question: Why? Why did he always have to make a fool of himself?
Tony and Bucky, already fully dressed and groomed, appeared in Peter’s field of vision just a moment later. They also had questions, though they were different ones than Peter’s.
“Are you okay?”
“Fuck, did you hurt yourself?”
They looked down at him with widened eyes, brows furled in worry.
“Um…” was the only thing Peter could say before the husbands bent down and grabbed his hands, pulling him up.
“Want to sit down?”
“Are you hurt?”
They guided him to the bed and gently, yet firmly, pushed him down to sit on the mattress.
“‘M fine,” Peter mumbled. His face was burning so badly that he could’ve fried an egg on it. “Sorry.”
While Bucky sat down next to Peter, placing his metal arm on Peter’s back, Tony knelt down in front of Peter. “What are you apologizing for?” Tony asked, putting his hands on Peter’s knees that were still covered by the blanket.
“For... being the clumsiest person on the planet,” Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Bucky let out a soft chuckle. “If only, we should be sorry for startling you.”
“Totally,” Tony agreed. “We didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that. We tried not to make too much noise, because the last three times we had checked, you were still asleep, but it would’ve been better if we had knocked quietly.”
At this, Peter’s cheeks turned impossibly darker. They had checked up on him thrice already… The two men really seemed to have something better to do than wait for their hook-up to finally wake up and get lost.
“Sorry,” Peter mumbled again, thankful that his hands were hiding his red face from the husbands. “I’ll leave as soon as I've found my clothes.”
For a few moments, nobody spoke. Then, Bucky asked, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice, “Do you have to be somewhere so early?”
“Because if not, then we're hoping you, uh, will join us for breakfast and… stay a little,” Tony interjected.
Wait... what?
“You want me to stay for breakfast?” Not sure that he had heard right, Peter removed his hands from his face.
Tony was glancing up at him with a hopeful look. “Absolutely. Also, you told us that your boiler was broken, remember? You should stay here until it’s fixed.”
Peter was about to joke that ‘in that case, he could move in straight away’, but he decided against it. He would rather dance around naked in front of them than tell one of the richest couples in the world that he couldn’t even afford to get his boiler fixed. Also, he didn’t want them to feel any sort of ‘obligation’ to actually let him stay or whatever. Peter’s problems were his problems. Nobody else's.
“A-Are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden and, um, the boiler will be fixed later today anyways.”
“You are not a burden, doll,” Bucky said softly, giving Peter’s shoulder a soft squeeze.
“Yeah. Without you, we’d only be bored out of our minds today,” Tony added, standing up. “Now, how about you hop into the shower while we prepare breakfast? I don’t know if you remember, but you immediately fell asleep yesterday.”
“Or do you want us to join you?” Bucky grinned, lifting his right eyebrow suggestively.
As tempting as that would be, Peter was way too embarrassed about how he had acted the previous night. Like… first, he had that breathtaking weird orgasm, and then he had just fallen asleep in Tony’s and Bucky’s bed as though he owned the place.
“Um… I-It’s fine, I’ll just… I’ll be quick,” Peter stuttered, carefully pulling away from Bucky’s arm as he stood up. “Where, um, is the bathroom?”
Tony pointed at the door on the right wall. “Take your time. If you need anything, press the big red button in the shower. It’s connected to our home security system and will allow you to speak to us.”
“Okay… um, thank you.”
Clutching the blanket, Peter waddled towards the door, cautious not to fall again. When he closed the door behind him, he let out a quiet breath of relief. At least he won’t be able to make a fool of himself in front of them here. Then, Peter turned around–
He gasped.
This so-called bathroom was bigger than his whole apartment. Just like the bedroom, the outer wall was, in fact, a window, just with an enormous bathtub standing right in front of it. Opposite of the entrance door was another door, which led to a walk-in closet that Peter didn’t dare to approach, since he didn't want to snoop around, but from the glimpse that he got, the closet was even bigger than the bathroom.
Greatly intimidated, Peter stepped into the shower that, he assumed, was the size of his whole bathroom. It had a built-in radio, a TV, the red button that Tony had mentioned, and a small unit to control the warmth and strength of the water. Since Peter hadn’t had hot water for days, he almost started to cry once the pleasantly warm water was raining down on him.
Even though it felt amazing, Peter finished as quickly as possible to not waste too much water. Once Peter stepped out of the shower, he realized that he didn’t ask the husbands if he could use a towel. Great.
Not wanting to just take one from the shelf next to the shower, Peter tried to dry himself with toilet paper – which turned out to be a disastrous idea. The thin material tore immediately, and soon enough, Peter was covered in sticky scraps of toilet paper.
Well.
What did he expect, really?
After ridding himself of the paper as best as possible, Peter once again draped the blanket around his waist and left the bathroom. He was relieved to find that all of his clothes were neatly folded on the still messy sheets. The husbands must’ve gathered and laid them out for him. How sweet of them.
He finished changing into his clothes, then, gathering up all of his courage, Peter took a deep breath and finally exited the bedroom. In the corridor, he turned left and approached the open plan kitchen with what he hoped were confident steps. Tony was sitting on a bar stool at the counter, talking to his husband while scrolling on his tablet. Bucky, on the other hand, was busy at the stove, wearing a black cooking apron.
“There he is,” Bucky beamed when Peter came closer. “Come and sit, I’m making pancakes. Or do you want waffles? Or–”
“Toast?” Tony interrupted, pulling out the chair next to him so that Peter could sit.
Before he could’ve said more than ‘Um’, Bucky added, “I can also make ham and eggs–”
“Or do you prefer cereal?” Tony perked his left eyebrow. “We also have fruit.”
Did Peter accidentally walk into a grocery store?!
Vastly overwhelmed, Peter looked from Tony to Bucky, then back to Tony. It was impossible to say who looked more eager. “Um… I’ll just… have whatever you guys have. Thank you so much. Really.”
“Are you sure? What do you usually have for breakfast?” Tony wanted to know.
“Just…” whatever he could still afford “... Cereal or an apple or something. But I love pancakes. When my– We used to have them at home every Sunday.”
“Well, then.” Tony clapped his hands together once. “Pancakes it is.”
The man stood up to fetch plates, cutlery, maple syrup, jam, and Nutella. Tony also offered to make coffee, which Peter thankfully accepted. Just a few minutes later, Bucky set down a plate with a pile of pancakes on the counter and took the seat to Peter’s left. It smelled delicious.
“Bon appétit,” the man said, winking at Peter. “I hope they’re as good as the ones that your parents made.”
“I’m sure they are,” Peter smiled, feeling no desire to enlighten them about his tragic family life. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for the jar of Nutella, and when neither of the men objected, he cautiously grabbed it.
“So, Pete,” Tony said, casually, after a few quiet moments. “Was that your first prostate orgasm yesterday?”
Peter choked on his pancake. Coughing, he desperately tried to swallow the piece of dough blocking his throat, but only when Bucky gave him a hard pat on the back was he able to gulp it down.
“Thank you,” the boy croaked, face flushing with shame. He really was a walking human disaster. Since both men were still looking at him expectantly, Peter cleared his throat before answering, “I… guess it was. I didn’t really know that it was possible, to be honest.”
“Oh, it is possible,” Bucky said, a somewhat pleased grin playing on his lips. “But not everyone can do it. It usually requires a lot of patience, concentration, and experience.”
Does this mean that Peter shouldn't be embarrassed? Trying not to be his usual awkward, unconfident self for once, Peter said, “Or two hot-as-fuck dudes who actually know what they’re doing with their cocks.”
Said dudes groaned on either side of him.
“You know, you can’t say something like that and expect us to keep our fingers to ourselves,” Tony said, eyes already sparkling with lust.
“Who said that I expected you to,” Peter winked, shivering when Tony leaned forward.
Just a second later, the man’s lips touched Peter’s. Tony kissed him with such ferocity that Peter almost slipped sideways off of his stool. His earlier shyness forgotten, Peter moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth willingly. God, that man could kiss. What felt like Bucky’s hand snaked around Peter’s waist, shamelessly groping the small bulge in Peter’s pants. The boy’s cock immediately became stiff, drawing another moan from Peter’s parted lips.
Way too soon, Tony pulled away. Feeling slightly dizzy, Peter opened his eyes and blinked at the older man in despair confusion.
“Maybe we should finish the main course before we treat ourselves to dessert,” Bucky said behind Peter, voice rough with arousal.
Right. Breakfast.
Face red as a tomato, Peter turned to face the counter. His delicious, half-eaten pancake lay pitifully on his abandoned plate, covered in small scoops of Nutella. Trying to remember how to function, Peter picked up his fork. How could one simple kiss throw him off the tracks like that? Admittedly, every kiss from Tony or Bucky had done this to him so far, but this surely wasn’t normal…
As if the two men could read his mind, they both chuckled and went back to eating as well. To Peter’s misfortune, Bucky then continued the conversation from earlier.
“Have you never even come close to a prostate orgasm before? Like, during masturbation or with another person?”
These two… They either enjoyed seeing him blush or they didn’t think anything was wrong with discussing sex at the breakfast table. Probably both...
“N-No,” Peter admitted, wondering how hot his face could actually turn before going up in flames. “I’ve never really considered not touching my cock while, um, using a toy or something.” Before Tony or Bucky could inquire about his use of sex toys (it’s not like they hadn’t already brushed the topic yesterday...), Peter added, “And, to be honest, I’ve only had sex with one other guy before, and that was... extremely bad.”
Tony's eyes widened. “You only had sex once before you decided to meet two strangers from a hustling app?”
Okay, why exactly did Peter think it was a good idea to tell them that? “I… guess so.”
Tony and Bucky exchanged one of their glances that seemed to hold information only they understood.
“Wow, that's… Tony and I had a feeling that you haven't had sex that often, but that’s a bummer.”
Peter’s face fell. “Was I that bad?”
At once, Tony and Bucky started talking.
“No!”
“Oh my god, no!”
“You were perfect for us, doll.”
“Exactly,” Tony said softly, putting his left hand on Peter’s thigh. “You just seemed a little inexperienced. Like… you were eyeing our kink list as if it was written in Chinese, and you didn’t seem to know what we meant when we asked you about your safewords.” Tony’s lips formed into a grin. “Not to mention how anxious you looked when you took out James' cock.”
“So… basically, I was making a complete fool of myself,” Peter concluded, crushed.
Whereas Tony winced and shook his head, Bucky sighed deeply. He too put his hand on Peter’s leg. Bucky’s voice was softer than ever and his eyes crinkled kindly when he spoke, “Peter… All genuine learning comes from experience. Also, as we just said, you were perfect for us. You… still are.”
Peter barely had time to process what Bucky had just said when Tony continued, “James and I weren’t looking for someone who wanted to… lead. Quite the opposite. Thing is, we didn’t even dare to hope to find someone like you – someone, who wasn’t that experienced or overly confident – on a hooker app, so you can imagine how lucky we felt – how lucky we feel – to have found a rough diamond like you.”
For a few moments, Peter just stared at Tony; a pleasant warmth spread through him from head to toe. Tony Stark had just called him – Peter Parker, college freshman and all-time loser – a rough diamond. And Bucky had called him perfect.
“Also, if it makes you feel any better, you were the first guy from that app that we actually wanted to meet with,” Bucky admitted after a while, turning Peter’s attention back to him.
“Really?” For some reason, it did make Peter feel a little better.
“Yes. We were talking to a bunch of young men, but we never even showed them our faces. You can never be too careful, you know.”
“Which is why we’re so surprised that you decided to do something like this for your second time,” Tony said worriedly. “There’s a lot of bad people out there.”
Peter was tempted to tell them that his pressing money problems didn’t really leave him with any other choice, but again, he reminded himself that those were his problems, not theirs.
“True, but I don’t think that the amount of sexual experience you have has any influence on whether or not the, uh, clients you meet are decent, right?”
Tony chuckled. “Fair enough, but you just… You seem so precious and...”
“Innocent,” Bucky finished.
Pouting, Peter said, “I wouldn’t call getting fucked by two gigantic dicks innocent.”
Looking flattered, the men exchanged another glance.
“True, but just for the record, our dick’s aren’t that big,” Bucky said modestly, which made Peter smirk.
“Who said I was talking about your cocks?”
Whereas Bucky scrunched up his face in confusion, Tony growled.
“You’re a little brat, huh?” Tony’s dark eyes got a tad bit darker, and an amused smile was playing on his lips. Reaching over, the man grabbed Peter’s chin, preventing him from turning his head. “Makes me think we should find something to shut you up with.”
While a pleasant shiver ran down Peter’s spine, Bucky asked, “What did I miss?”
“Pretty boy here was calling us gigantic dicks,” Tony explained, standing up from his stool without letting go of Peter’s chin. “For his sake, I hope that he comes up with a creative way to apologize or–”
“I’ll take the 'or',” Peter squeezed out, cock hardening again.
“Fuck,” Bucky breathed. “Tony, you heard him. We have to teach him a lesson. Right now.”
When Tony nodded, Peter’s stomach fluttered with excitement. Finally.
Four arms grabbed him and pulled him off the stool. Then, he was dragged a few feet to the left, hoisted up, and put down on the counter of the kitchen island; the counter that wasn’t piled with the breakfast dishes. It was Bucky who positioned himself in front of Peter, capturing his lips in a demanding, almost bruising kiss. Tony must’ve come to stand on the other side of the counter because Peter could feel his strong arms wrapping around him from behind. While Bucky cupped Peter’s face with both of his hands – flesh and whatever oddly warm metal the other one was made of – Tony slid his left hand under Peter’s shirt and moved it up to his chest. While he ran his thumb over Peter’s nipples, Tony’s right hand started palming Peter’s cock through his pants. When the man could feel how hard Peter was, he chuckled.
“He’s already hard as a board, James.”
Bucky took it as a sign to break the kiss. Peter’s whine got cut off by the men taking off his shirt. As soon as he was freed from it, Bucky resumed kissing him. Meanwhile, Tony started to litter Peter’s shoulders with love bites. They stayed like that for a minute or so, and just when Peter thought that he couldn’t survive the teasing any longer, Tony stopped.
“You have something on your shoulder.” Of course he did. “Is that toilet paper?”
Yup, now he definitely wanted to die.
Face burning up for the nth time that day, Peter tried to talk, but Bucky just kept on kissing him, muffling the beginning of Peter’s ramblings in the process.
A few moments later, Tony’s embarrassing discovery was already forgotten. Breaking the kiss, Bucky pushed Peter down until his back lay flat on the cool surface of the kitchen counter with his legs hanging over the edge uncomfortably. Peter barely got a chance to breathe when Tony bent down to kiss Peter upside down. It was so new, so exciting, and so hot that Peter almost came right then and there.
UnFortunately, he didn’t. When Bucky finally unbuttoned and pulled down Peter’s pants, the teen’s cock was still fully erect and leaking. To Peter’s displeasure, nobody touched it, and it was doomed to lay flat against his stomach where it twitched pathetically.
Pulling away a little, Tony mumbled against Peter’s mouth, “How about you work your wicked tongue on my cock?”
Nodding eagerly, Peter allowed the men to reposition him until his head and shoulders were hanging off the counter. While Tony put his hands on Peter’s shoulders to support him, Bucky locked his hands under the hollow of Peter’s knees, lifting them up until Peter’s calves were resting on Bucky’s shoulders.
Peter felt goosebumps prickling on his skin once he realized that neither of the two older men seemed to have any intention of getting undressed. This realization seemed to be proven when Tony just unbuttoned his fly, leaving Peter the only one naked and vulnerable. Taking out his hard cock, Tony guided it to Peter’s mouth.
“You’re going to learn how to actually deep-throat a guy today… Hope you’re ready,” Tony growled, smirking when Peter avidly opened his mouth as wide as he could. “Oh, my sweet baby boy… You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Nervous, yet excited, Peter let Tony push in. Despite acting tough, Tony went incredibly slow, allowing Peter to get used to the new angle and the feeling of giving head while Peter’s own head was hanging upside down. The blood rushing to his skull made him feel a little light-headed, but Peter didn’t mind.
However, the position, and the fact that Tony had full control over the situation, didn’t allow Peter to do much with his tongue. He did manage to caress the underside (or was it the upside?) of Tony’s cock, but apart from that, he mostly concentrated on sucking while swallowing as much spit as he could. Peter still started drooling once Tony pushed further down (up?) and made him gag for the first time.
“Gagging already? I’m only half-way in,” Tony teased, giving Peter’s right nipple a harsh pinch that ripped a muffled cry from Peter’s throat.
Despite the fact that it really hurt, Peter’s cock gave an embarrassed twitch, showing that he didn’t mind them being a little rough. (As long as it wasn’t too much; Peter’s pain tolerance was lower than his current account balance, which started, and ended, with a zero.)
Just when Peter started to wonder what Bucky was up to, the man removed Peter’s legs from his shoulders and pushed them closer to Peter’s chest, spreading him wide open. “You look a little sore down there… Does it hurt?”
Blushing, Peter tried to say, “A bit”, but it came out muffled and unintelligible.
“Thumbs up for green, sideways for yellow, down for red,” Tony offered, which made Peter lift his hand and move his thumb to the side.
“Is it okay if I don’t touch you there, so it won’t get worse?” Bucky asked, to which Peter replied with a thumbs up. As much as he’d love to try getting another prostate orgasm – now that he knows that Tony and Bucky were, in fact, impressed and maybe even somewhat flattered by it – he didn’t want to risk tearing or any other injury.
“All right,” Bucky said softly, placing Peter’s legs back on his shoulders.
Since the boy couldn’t see what Bucky was doing (in fact, Peter couldn’t see anything apart from the clothed underside of Tony’s ass), it came as a surprise when, out of nowhere, something wet touched Peter’s shaft. Jerking, he let out a mixture between a gasp and a moan that, in turn, caused Tony to groan.
“Fuck, yes. You’re doing so well, Pete… such a good boy...”
What could only be Bucky’s tongue licked over Peter’s shaft and made the teen squirm with need. When Bucky wrapped his lips around the head of Peter’s cock, Peter’s jaw turned slack.
Tony took his chance and slipped his cock deeper, hissing, “Fuck, baby, I’m almost all the way in. I wish you could see yourself... Don’t freak out, but there’s a fucking bulge in your throat.”
When Bucky let go of Peter’s cock, probably to take a look, Peter keened and bucked up his hips. He needed more. It made Tony grunt and moan unbridledly, and Peter could feel him pushing in even more… until Tony’s balls touched Peter’s nose. His whole throat was now stuffed with cock, making it impossible to breathe.
“All in,” Tony choked out before already withdrawing a little, allowing Peter to get some air. “You okay, kid?”
Giving a thumbs up, Peter took a breath and braced himself for Tony to push back in.
“That’s so hot,” Bucky mumbled, and Peter couldn’t agree more. It felt strange to get his throat fucked upside down, but Peter loved it. He didn’t know why, but getting used like that turned him on greatly.
To Peter’s relief, Bucky continued to caress Peter’s cock with his lips and tongue. However, Bucky didn’t start to suck until Tony’s thrusts became faster. His balls smacked against Peter’s face whenever he pushed in. Trembling, Peter soon found himself getting closer to his orgasm, but he tried to hold back a little longer.
Peter’s moans made his throat vibrate, which eventually seemed to push Tony over the edge. He had only just managed to ask Peter if he was okay with him cumming down his throat (which Peter had affirmed with yet another thumbs up), when he snapped his hips forward one last time.
“F-Fuck, yes… Gonna fill you up, baby…”
A second later, warm liquid filled Peter’s throat; it tasted a little odd, but it wasn’t bad. He eagerly tried to swallow everything, but with his head hanging upside down and the cock still stuffing his throat, it was near impossible. When Tony pulled out, Peter could feel a decent amount of cum following suit. While some of it dripped to the floor, most landed on Peter’s nose, eyes, forehead, and hair.
“Oh my god, you look like a fucking drip cake,” Tony snorted, but Peter barely heard him. The pleasure that he felt in his groin was getting to be too much…
With a pathetic whimper, Peter started hyperventilating, but before he could climax, Bucky pulled away. Keening, Peter lifted his head and made a move to grab his cock, but, as he should’ve expected, Bucky caught his hands before he could do so.
“Uh-uh. This is punishment, remember?”
“P-Please, let– I’m sorry, please, I’m so close, I… I need–”
“You don’t need anything apart from a cock filling that big mouth of yours,” Tony growled, fisting his left hand in Peter’s hair and tilting his head so that he could properly look at him. “You didn’t think you’d be done so soon, did you?”
If Peter didn’t know that the husbands were, in fact, two concerned sweethearts, he would be somewhat intimidated by them. But how they were acting, it was part of the game… a game that Peter had secretly been longing to play ever since he found out what turned him on and what didn’t. And now, he had found not just one, but two willing participants whom Peter couldn’t help but trust with all his heart.
“N-No, sir,” Peter cried, unable to prevent the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“You better.” Taking his eyes off Peter, Tony glanced at Bucky. “Ready to switch?”
“You bet I am.”
Letting go of Peter’s hair, Tony walked around the counter and took over handling Peter’s legs. Peter caught an upside-down glimpse of the fridge, the baking oven, the steamer, and the sink before Bucky appeared in his vision.
“Shit… You were right, babe. He does look like a drip cake.” Bucky paused to wipe a drop of cum from Peter’s left eyebrow. He offered it to Peter, and when the boy immediately started to lick over Bucky’s finger, the man groaned, “Doll, you’re the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen. I could stand here and just look at you for the rest of the day, I swear.”
Once more, Peter shivered. What Bucky said went straight to his cock, which squirted out an embarrassingly high amount of pre-cum.
“M-May I please suck your cock, sir?” Peter mumbled around Bucky’s finger, reaching for the man’s fly. If they didn’t get a move on, his balls would burst.
“Look how thirsty he is,” Bucky mocked, assisting Peter with opening the zipper.
“What do you expect from a little cock-whore?” Tony responded, serving a sudden, harsh slap to Peter’s left ass cheek. The two men chuckled when he yelped. “You like that, pretty boy?” Tony teased, mirroring the motion on Peter’s right ass cheek. “I mean, every time we tease or hit you, your cock twitches.”
“P-Please,” Peter cried, having no idea what exactly he was asking for. All he knew was that he needed to cum. Like, ten minutes ago.
After what felt like a lifetime, Bucky had finally freed his dick. Even though Bucky was a little bigger than Tony, he was a tiny bit less thick, so Peter got used to it rather quickly – or maybe, it was easier because Peter’s mouth and throat had already gotten accustomed to Tony’s size earlier. Yet, Bucky still took it slow, pausing whenever Peter choked too much. After a few minutes, he told Peter to take a deep breath and pushed all the way in.
“You’re so damn perfect, doll,” Bucky praised, cupping Peter’s cheek. “Taking us so well… ”
Mewling, Peter tried to bob his head a little, despite it being trapped between the counter and Bucky’s balls. He probably won't be able to speak again after this, but he didn’t care.
“Oh god,” Bucky gasped, pushing out an inch or two to let Peter breathe. “Hurry up, Tony… I don’t think I’ll last long. I almost came in my pants when I was watching you two earlier.”
“If you say so.” Sounding amused, Tony lowered Peter’s legs a little. A few moments later, Tony wrapped one of his hands around the base of Peter’s cock and placed a gentle kiss on the tip.
A wave of pleasure surged through Peter, but it wasn’t enough. The break had made him come down from his extreme high, so he needed more than this to get back there. Even when Tony finally pulled his lips over the tip and started to suck, he only did it unbearably cautiously. It turned Peter into a writhing mess, but with Tony holding his thighs and Bucky grasping Peter’s arms, the only thing Peter could do was lay there and take whatever the men did to his body.
Peter got dangerously close before Bucky did. He surely would’ve cum before Bucky as well if Tony hadn’t pulled away at the last second and ruined Peter’s forthcoming orgasm for the second time that morning. Distressed sounds were ripped from Peter’s stuffed throat, and he desperately jerked his hips to try and get his cock back into the hot heaven that was Tony’s mouth.
His pitiful actions eventually sent Bucky over the edge. Just like his husband, Bucky shot his load as deep into Peter’s throat as he could. This time, Peter was way too focused on his own suffering to swallow much, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he kept the head of his dick in Peter’s mouth and watched as his seed slowly dripped down the corners of Peter’s mouth, where it ran down his cheeks and mingled with the drying drops of Tony’s release.
“Forget drip cakes,” Bucky laughed. “He now resembles an ice cream cone that was exposed to too much heat.”
“-Eehz,” Peter begged, once he had figured out how to speak again. “-Eehz eh-mme -uhm.”
“What did he say?” Tony mocked, giving Peter’s cock a torturously slow stroke.
“Sounded like gibberish to me.”
Peter tried to free his hands from Bucky’s hold so that he could push him away and repeat his request, but the older man didn’t let go. When Tony stroked his cock for a second time, Peter desperately bucked his hips, which had Tony remove his hand altogether.
Before Peter knew it, he was sobbing. “Bh-eeze… Bh-eez, bh-eeze, bh-eez...”
But the men still didn’t show mercy.
“We could do this all day, you know…” Tony said, swiping his thumb over Peter’s leaking tip. “Keep you here on our counter like a delicious snack, taking a sip of your leaking cock whenever we want… Feeding you with our milk until we are dry and have nothing left to give…”
“... Filling you up until you feel like you’re drowning …” Bucky added.
“... And you still wouldn’t have cum even once…”
As appealing as some of this sounded, Peter couldn’t take it anymore. When he vigorously shook his head, Bucky finally stepped back, allowing Peter to form words again.
“N-No, please, p-please, sirs, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise. PPlease just let me cum, please. I won’t be a brat ever again, please, don’t do this. Please let me cum, ple–AH!”
Peter’s pathetic pleading turned into a high-pitched scream when both men leaned forward to lick and suck his cock. As his balls tightened, his toes curled and his legs that were being held spasmed. Due to all the blood that had rushed into his head for the past 30 minutes or so, Peter had already felt kind of dizzy before, but when the pressure in his groin exploded, punching the air out of his lungs, the world whited out.
Peter didn’t know how long his orgasm lasted or whose mouth he came in, he only knew that he never wanted it to end. As far as Peter was concerned, he wouldn’t even mind staying here on this counter for the rest of his life, letting Tony and Bucky do whatever they wanted to him.
He wanted to be theirs – belong to them – by whatever means they allowed.