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The alarm rang loud and shrill, pulling Tony's focus from the codes he was correcting.
"Is it already one hour?" He yawned, stretching to one side and then to the other.
Friday showed him the timer without making a sound. The only noise was coming from the back of the lab. A good periodic noise. Great noise, like music.
He walked to the source of that melody, still stretching. There stood Peter, bent in half, going back and forth between Mark 41 and 42. He hadn't realized Tony was close by yet. His body was shining with a thin layer of sweat, his head resting on M41's back, eyes shut tight. Tony stood there, watching while lazily scratching his belly.
He had retrofitted M41 with a high-flex, tight-wrapping, soft-vibrating, human-like butt. He had tried it himself too; it was heavenly on his cock. Probably not so much after one hour of continuous fucking though. The Gates-of-Hell Peter was wearing was Tony's design too, it would not let the boy come or wilt as Tony was sure Peter was wishing for both right now.
M42, on the other hand, was adorning a heating, vibrating, telescopic dildo. It was fucking Peter slowly, beautifully, every thrust pushing the boy into M41, grinding him into it deeper. It was its thrusts that created the music that Tony enjoyed: a combination of whirring and revving from the metallic joints with squelching and squishing from human flesh. Tony's plan was a more realistic, 8-inch silicone dildo. But Bucky was a greedy bastard and asked for more girth, for more length for their boy. In the end, they compromised; the modest dildo but with the option to expand. It grew to 12 inches long and 3 inches wide when required. That size wasn't ideal for long-term use, so today Tony had left it smaller. Until now.
With a press of a few buttons on the remote control, he made the tip and the root enlarge. Peter threw his head back, probably begging, not that it could be heard with the gag he was wearing. The gag was a necessity while Tony was working; Peter couldn't keep his mouth shut if his life depended on it. But Tony wasn’t working anymore, so he unclipped the gag open.
Peter moaned hoarsely.
"Please… oh… please… Tony… ohhhh… please…."
"Here, drink some water." Tony pushed the straw into Peter's parched lips. “You should’ve finished the bottle by now.” His boy had forgotten to drink through the gag it seemed. If Bucky had been here, this would have been another tick in the disobeying orders tally, but Tony was always the softie. “Finish now and we’ll keep it between us.”
Peter gulped the water. Did he thank Tony? No. Tony couldn’t bring himself to berate him for it though, not when looking at his boy’s beautiful brown eyes, glittering with unshed tears.
"Isn't it…ohhhh….time yet?" Peter asked, gritting his teeth.
"It is… But—" Peter's head dropped, probably guessing his fate. "Bucky texted. He's running a little late." Tony grabbed Peter's hair, pulling it to lift the head then kissed him. While kissing, he increased the thrust power and the vibration of the dildo. Peter moaned into his mouth, loud and desperate. Tony pinched a nipple to get another reaction; his boy was always so responsive.
"Does it still feel good?" he asked after letting the boy go.
"No!"
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Are you lying?"
Peter's head dropped again; he knew Tony could bring out the physiological responses and the brain chemistry data. He whispered, "Yes."
Tony made the dick in Peter’s ass pulsate.
"Argh!" Every muscle in that toned body tensed. He was almost vibrating too.
"No coming until I am fucking you." Tony reminded him, just in case. "And I can see how good you feel."
He dropped the pulsating power a few notches; even though punishing Peter was fun in itself, he really didn't want the boy to come at least until Bucky was fucking him.
"It's too much," Peter begged again.
"I know, baby." He patted Peter's arched back, then slapped his ass right as M42 entering him. "I can see how red and puffy your hole is." Even with this much lube. It had been a long time. "How's your cock, baby?"
Peter had the gall to glare. Tony didn’t comment on the attitude. Instead, he turned on the clenching option on the ass he was fucking. The response was immediate.
"I'm gonna cum. Tony! Tony!"
Tony turned everything a couple of notches lower; the urgency in Peter's voice was serious.
Peter sank on M41 and sighed in relief. "Lower, please?" The brat pushed for more.
Tony moved his finger to the plus sign on the remote, looking at his boy's eyes.
"I meant, thank you, Tony," Peter amended hurriedly. "Thank you."
“What a sight!” Bucky was in the room, hands open wide watching them. He didn't walk, he sashayed next to Tony. This guy knew how fucking sexy he was. “Hi, babe.” He kissed Tony. A bit more juicier than a regular welcome hug and kiss, probably for their boy’s sake. “I missed you.”
“Me too.” Tony kissed him again, enjoying the metal hand keeping him plastered against that work of art body.
“Bucky! Please.”
“Is that how you welcome me after a week of absence?” He turned to Peter, one hand still around Tony’s waist, keeping him flushed to his side.
“God, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
Tony pitied the boy. “I haven't let him come since all this started and it’s been a while.”
Bucky smiled at Tony. Then turned to Peter. “Do you wanna come?” His voice was like steel and even Peter, their spoiled brat, realized there was danger. He gave a barely there shake. “Tony was being very generous by not allowing you to come, baby.” He nosed Tony's neck. “But if you don’t want his generosity, I could arrange it so that you could come.” He was now looking directly at Peter, no mercy in those beautiful eyes. “Again and again and again until we’re ready to play with you properly.” He smiled, sharklike. Fuck, Tony missed the man. “So, what do you say now, Peter?”
“I… Thank you, Tony, for your generosity.”
“You're welcome, Peter.”
“And, Welcome home Bucky. I missed you.”
“That’s more like it!” Bucky clapped his hands. “Now, lemme check how you look.”
And after one hour and fifteen minutes mark, the suits left Peter alone. The boy stumbled, hands grabbing at Bucky’s for support.
“Go on, lay down on the desk.” Tony led them to the closest empty desk. Peter put his head down with a sigh; maybe he really was tired. “Feet on the desk too, open wide.”
There. Their boy was spread out in front of them. Bucky bent a little lower, face between Peter’s legs.
“A bit red.”
A bit? That ass took a good beating, so puffy and red. Bucky touched the bound penis. Peter whimpered. His dick was deep purple.
“He feels warm.” Bucky squeezed his hand. Peter moaned. That boy was insatiable.
Bucky stood up. Wiping his hand over his jeans.
“I need to shower before playing with you guys.”
“No!” Peter whined.
Tony rolled his eyes. So typical.
“No, huh?” Bucky smiled. “Babe,” he turned to Tony. “Why don’t you ask your suits to continue pleasuring our boy, until I’m ready.” Tony nodded, grabbing the remote control. “Here is good. One on top, one behind him.”
“Bucky, I’m sorry, Bucky please”
“Doesn’t he beg so beautifully?”
M41 climbed on top of the desk and sat on that bound dick. Peter gurgled. M42 lifted the boy’s legs and entered him in one smooth move.
“Why don’t you join me in the bathroom, Tony?” Bucky kissed him, while not breaking eye contact with Peter. “Bring the remote control too.”
Peter groaned. Bucky grabbed Tony and lifted him into a bridal carry. “I miss you so much, baby.” When he was passing the doors, he turned back, “Aren’t you gonna thank me, Peter?”
“Fuck you!” Another tantrum.
Tony sighed. He ordered M42 to add spanking in between the thrusts. Peter’s moaning was loud enough to be heard outside of the lab.
“He’s jealous, you know,” Tony said when they were in the elevator and Bucky put him down. “He missed you so much and you don’t give him much attention.”
Bucky grabbed Tony’s hand and brought it to his groin, pressing it on his hard dick.
“I was a hair trigger away from coming, seeing him like that.” Bucky moaned, grinding Tony’s hand against his dick. “And the brat likes to press my buttons.”
That was true. Peter knew what he was doing.
“Can you blow me after the shower?” Bucky kissed him again, sucking his lower lip in. “Before I can give that boy what he needs.”
“With pleasure.”
“Make sure he comes right before it’s my turn.” Bucky's eyes shone with mischief. “I want him extra sensitive when I fuck him.”
“And then, you’ll punish him for coming.” Tony shook his head, exiting the elevator.
“It's part of the game, isn't it?” Bucky asked, walking and undressing at the same time.
It was.
Tony started entering commands to the remote to keep Peter on the edge until they were ready. And the Gates-of-Hell would become inactive as they were entering the lab; just to witness Peter coming right in front of them.
Tony loved this game too. Maybe even as much as Peter did.