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"He's milking me so good, Buck." Stark's voice came out winded. Finally, someone other than Peter behaved like they were not mere spectators in this fuckfest. "Fuck, I gotta stop or I'm gonna finish early."
Peter whined when that perfect firmness pulled out of him completely and he was left utterly empty.
"Such a hungry cock-slut," Bucky chuckled. "You think he's ready for me?"
"I can always fist him first." Stark slapped Peter's ass and Peter moaned at the smart. "But don't you wanna feel the tightness?" Another slap, at the same cheek. Peter's hips started gyrating by themselves. "Are you asking for more, Pete?" Another one.
This one really hurt. Peter wheezed through the cock in his mouth.
"What a wonderfully eager boy." Bucky's hand grabbed the back of Peter's neck, fingers gently squeezing as if trying to drive the message home. He didn't need to. Bucky's words were echoing in the vast emptiness of his head where his brain used to be. Peter wanted to hold on to that sentence, forever. To keep, to cherish. “Let’s change the holes. He’s not that experienced with his mouth, you won’t come easily in there.”
Mother fucker! Peter was experienced okay. If there was a page for the best bj of the school in the yearbook, Peter’s face would be there adorned by many, shining reviews —if the jocks he had blown were willing to leave reviews that was. He was digressing… The point was Peter was good at giving head. He was experienced, thank you very much. Just… not with monster dicks. He could barely breathe with Bucky’s meat in his throat, let alone use his techniques for the job.
When Bucky pulled out, Peter couldn’t close his jaw to say any of that.
“You locked him open, Buck!” Stark was laughing. Half naked laughing. He was contradictevely sexy: No pants or underwear to speak of, but in his black socks. Peter was sure he would look ridiculous like that. Not Stark though, no. He still looked like he could squash the world under those cotton-covered toes. His shirt was unbuttoned, one shoulder dropping slightly, leaving his chest bare. Peter could see the scars. The famous scars. Everyone knew Tony had been left for dead by his Godfather after the bloody takeover. Nobody knew how he had survived. Looking at the scars branching out like a giant banyan tree all over the guy's chest, Peter couldn't comprehend how he had.
Stark winked at him when he caught Peter staring. Then, he reached and closed Peter’s jaw with a click.
“Better?”
Peter nodded. His jaw and neck sent out urgent pain signals that Peter wouldn’t have ignored any other time. But this time, he only massaged over the pain and nodded.
“Go on, kitty. On the armchair.” Stark ordered, his hand leisurely rubbing his dick. Peter’s knees miraculously worked and he walked and then he stood there, waiting.
'Lie sideways.” Bucky was suddenly behind him. “Head hanging from one arm, ass from the other.”
For a guy his size, he sure was fast and quiet. He's an assassin, Peter tried to remind himself. His libido didn't care. Worse, thinking how dangerous the guy was made him twitch in his cage.
He lay down but it was awkward. Peter might not be a tall guy, but he was definitely taller than the width of an armchair. Still, it was easier than his previous position. Easier to deepthroat too.
“What a beautiful boy you caught, Tony.”
“Only the best for you, dear,” Stark said that jokingly, sarcastically even, but Peter knew he meant it. Stark loved Bucky. Loved him very much. He stood next to Bucky right behind Peter’s ass. “I wanna watch you enter him first. Then I’ll fuck his face.”
And then something beautiful happened. Bucky, the fucking Winter Soldier grabbed Stark and kissed him. Peter had heard them kissing before. He knew how hot these two would look kissing. Nope. Peter apparently didn't know shit because his imagination was nowhere good enough to visualize the essence of this scene. Not the strength in Bucky’s arms, how the way they curled around Tony made his biceps pop. Not the desire in his hands, fingers grabbing Stark’s flesh, the fastest declaration of ownership. Not the power in the surrendering of the king, Stark, offering everything with that kiss. Fuck! Peter hadn’t seen kisses this passionate in movies. This was real. A kiss worthy of legends. Between two legends. Peter's own dick hurt, trying to get hard again. He mewled.
“We didn’t forget you, kitten,” Stark said after licking his lips. “Be patient.”
Bucky kissed Stark again, this time short. “You wanna hold it.”
“Fuck yeah!”
Bucky grabbed Peter’s legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders. Peter was tilting down now, ass up in the air, shoulders on the thick, puffy arm of the chair.
“Relax, okay?” Bucky patted his legs like he was calming down a horse or… okay, a kitten.
Stark moved behind Bucky. And before Peter could think of the reason behind that move, he plastered himself against Bucky’s marble-cut ass and held his raging monster of a cock.
“Ohhh…” Peter's moan was loud. So when Bucky had said hold it that was what he had meant.
Peter felt his ass clenching emptily. His dick was in an uprising, trying to break its fucking cage. It would be easier for his poor penis if he hadn’t watched this absolute pornographic scene, but there was no way he was going to miss it.
Bucky groaned and dropped his head back, on Stark's shoulder. He nuzzled him, nose against Stark's signature goatee. They were so fucking beautiful together that Peter almost didn't want them to stop kissing.
“Ready?” whispered Stark, low enough that obviously for Bucky’s ears. Peter saw Bucky nod. Then came the pressure.
“Relax,'' Bucky said, voice finally losing its annoying cool. But Peter couldn’t rejoice appropriately at the thought because… because. God!
“Breathe, kitten. You can do it.” Tony poured more lube all over Peter’s ass and Bucky’s cock. He rubbed the cockhead around, covering the whole area with slick. He pushed again. “Push out for me.”
Peter did, he breathed long and deep. He tried relaxing and straining at the same time. It was not possible.
“Look at me,” Stark said. Peter hadn't realized his eyes were closed. “Look at my hands.”
Oh, God! Stark was holding that monster cock in two hands, like he was holding a sword, forcing it into Peter while jacking it off. Peter's eyes jumped to Bucky’s face and saw him grinning at Peter. Was this guy a robot for fuck sake?
"You can do it, kitten," Stark's voice was certain. He really believed that Peter could do it. "And you're gonna love it, a size queen like you." Fuck! He was right. Peter wanted it. Wanted it so much. "He'll fuck you until you won't know up from down." He pushed and Peter willed himself open. "He fucks like a machine."
Peter held his ass cheeks, wanting to pull them apart to open some space, but a metal hand stopped him.
"It'd hurt like that," Bucky said. "Hurt more." Then, he pulled Peter's ass over his dick.
The cock didn't enter Peter; it breached him like a battering ram. Peter screamed at the burning stretch.
"Maybe I should've fist him." Peter heard Stark say, but he sounded proud, not penitent. He continued louder, "Open your eyes. Everything is fine. It's only the tip."
"God!"
It felt like someone pushed a log into Peter's ass. Only the tip . Fuck! Why did thinking that make him salivate? What the hell was wrong with him?
"There's nothing wrong with you, Peter," Stark said. "Are you watching?"
Peter nodded. Stark pushed Bucky's cock in. He pushed slowly but hard. Forcing Peter's hole to take it. Fraction of an inch at a time.
After the pain from the breaching dimmed, the pleasure of the stretch made Peter's eyes roll in their sockets. It made him hungrier for more. And more they did give him.
"Come on, Tony," Bucky kissed Stark again. "Feed him your cock. I wanna fuck him while watching you fuck his face."
Stark pushed him in one more time then walked toward Peter's head.
"Don't you worry, Peter," Tony said calmly, patting Peter's cheek. "I'll take care of you. You just relax and take what we give you, huh?"
Peter nodded then opened his mouth. Stark sunk in. Bucky pulled out almost to the tip, then shoved in. Peter gurgled. He was in heaven.