Tony swallows, his mouth a little on the dry side, while two sets of fingers slide in and out of his ass. He’s on all fours, forehead pressed against the pillow of the bed, moaning while his partners open him up.
He adjusts his blindfold just as Bucky’s finger – he assumes it’s Bucky’s finger because Bucky is always just a little rougher, a little less hesitant – presses against his prostate, and Steve adds a second finger to the mix.
The third intrusion burns a little, but Tony just moans and presses back into it, the pressure on his prostate easily counteracting any displeasure from the stretch.
“You ready?” Bucky asks, ducking down to speak lowly in his ear. His voice is controlled, hoarse. “You good enough?”
“Don’t rush him, Buck,” Steve says, those two fingers sliding in deep, scissoring a little to test how open Tony’s hole is for them.
“Don’t – oh – don’t tease, sweetheart,” Tony moans.
“I’m not teasing, I just want to make sure you’re ready. Don’t wanna hurt you,” Steve says, pressing a kiss to Tony’s other ear. His fingers are still moving, still working in him, and Bucky’s adding another finger as well.
There’s a little bit of discomfort, but not enough for Tony to complain. If he’s honest, he’s always liked the stretch and burn of being opened up, the slickness of lube and the way his asshole opens under their ministrations.
He may not have complained, but his body must have shown a hint of protest. Steve’s free hand runs soothingly along his flank, across his ribs, down his hip to his thigh. He caresses the inside of Tony’s groin, gently pushes Tony’s leg out so he’s spreading a little more.
“You okay, Tony?” he asks.
“G-good. Feels good,” Tony manages.
A hot, wet kiss on the base of his spine, then another one a little lower, until someone’s tongue – there’s a brush of long hair on his ass cheek, it must be Bucky – is lapping at the rim of his hole, the stretched, puckered skin trembling a little at the sensation, before it starts to relax a little more.
“That’s it,” Steve says, nipping at Tony’s earlobe a little. Tony moans, and it’s sharp like a gasp. “That’s good, isn’t it? What if Bucky just stayed down there? Could you come like that?”
Tony moans and pushes back into the contact, fingers clenching and digging into the duvet.
“Thought we were gonna play a game?” Bucky asks, and Tony whines because he had to pull away to speak.
“You still wanna play?” Steve asks in his ear.
“Christ, yes,” Tony grits out, thrusting back on the fingers in him. A couple more strokes, and then both Steve and Bucky are pulling away, pulling back, until Tony can’t feel either of them. He feels the bed move as they both stand up, and he can hear wet smacking sounds.
“Fuck, no making out when I can’t see you,” he moans. “Not fair.”
“You’re fine,” Bucky says, but the sound doesn’t stop, so Tony assumes Steve is kissing some other part of Bucky’s body that isn’t his mouth. “You big baby.”
Tony can hear the smirk in his voice. Well, joke’s on him – Tony’s going to win this little game, and then they’ll see who’s laughing.
“You ready?” Steve asks from the foot of the bed. Tony readjusts himself, moves his elbows a little to brace his torso and spreads his legs further apart.
“Been ready since the second finger,” he mutters, wiggling his behind a little.
He’s rewarded with a glancing slap, just a little, on his right cheek.
“Remember,” Bucky says from somewhere behind him. “Don’t come until we tell you.”
Then there are strong thighs crowding up against the back of his own, slick fingers dipping into his ass, and then the thick head of a cock pushing in, and Tony is moaning, long and low, as he’s breached, opened, stretched. The hard length of it doesn’t stop moving until it’s seated all the way in, until he’s completely filled, until flat hips are pressed against the curve of his ass.
“Fuck, that’s so good, baby,” Tony says, pushing back into it. He’s not sure which one of them has entered him first – which is kind of the point of the game. The rules are simple – Steve and Bucky are going to take turns fucking him, and he has to try and guess which one has got their cock in him. Neither of them is going to touch him with their left hands, because that would be too easy to guess, and neither of them is going to make a sound. Tony will only have the way they fuck to be his guide.
Typically, Bucky is rougher, but he’s mentioned that to both of them before – that Steve will fuck him slow and easy until he’s begging, gasping, tears running down his face, pleading to come, but that Bucky will fuck him hard and fast until his orgasm slams into him like a freight train, like coming is a complete shock to his system – so if they have any sense they’ll try and meet in the middle to make it harder for him.
So far, Tony’s just enjoying the feel. Bucky and Steve are pretty close to the same size, so Tony doesn’t really have an advantage there.
The cock in him is stroking in and out, thrusting deep and then pulling almost all the way back. He thinks maybe it’s something Bucky tends to do more than Steve – Bucky likes to watch his cock disappear inside Tony, past that ring of muscle farther and farther until they’re pressed flesh to flesh. But Tony’s not confident enough that Steve also wouldn’t enjoy the sight – or even just fuck him that way to throw him off the trail – to make his guess yet.
A few more thrusts and that hot, hard cock pulls all the way out. He whines, feeling his ass try to clench around nothing and tries to push back to take it back in. There’s a thumb, then, running gently around the rim, around that stretched, pink skin, and Tony tries to chase it, tries to thrust back so it slips inside, but instead it pulls away. The bed dips again and he’s alone. Just for a moment. Then one of them is on the bed – whoever hadn’t just been fucking him, Tony assumes, unless they’re trying to trick him again – and then there’s no preamble, but he’s being filled again, stretched and fucked and opened.
“Fuck,” Tony moans. “You feel good.”
A small part of him had hoped he’d get an answer – a ‘you too’ or something – but he’s glad that both of his partners are keeping silent. He still intends to win, but he wouldn’t want them to make it too easy for him. He has a few tricks up his sleeve, after all.
He clenches down, tightens around the cock inside him and hears a gasp behind him. There’s no way of telling who it had come from, no voice to try and identify, but that’s okay. Tony’s not done yet.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he says. “Big cock stuffing me full, opening me up.”
The pace of his lover’s strokes speeds up, just a little, so all the sensations are accompanied by the light slapping of skin against skin as that cock strokes deeper, faster, harder. He moans again.
“God, I’ve been waiting all day to get fucked. I felt so fucking empty, I couldn’t wait to have you inside me. I almost jerked off in my office, I didn’t even care if anyone came in, I just wanted that big, hot dick in me.”
The strokes are speeding up even more, getting sloppy, getting clumsy. Tony lets out a loud moan, biting his bottom lip as he thrusts back to meet him, clenching his ass again and again, squeezing every time that cock pulls out, trying to make it as tight and hot as possible.
“God, yes, fuck me. Please, baby, you feel so – yeah, deeper, sweetheart, really fuck – fuck me, please, please, I need your cock so bad, give it to me, please,” he whines. The thrusts behind him are erratic, harsh panting breaths and a hand on his right hip squeezing and gripping.
Hot and wet, slick inside him suddenly, and he knows it’s – “Fuck, Steve, yeah, come for me,” he gasps, thrusting back.
Steve reaches out with his left hand, slides it quickly up Tony’s spine as he keeps fucking into him, hot come making him slippery and slick, and then that left hand is gripping his shoulder as the last few hard thrusts make him see stars.
“That’s it,” Steve says to him, hands gentling along his ribs, soothing as Tony tries to catch his breath. “Relax, that’s good.” He’d been close – the cock ring around his balls and shaft had kept him from getting too close to coming, and Steve had been angling away from his prostate on purpose, so it had felt good – amazing – but he hadn’t had to struggle not to come this time.
“How’d you know it was me, sweetheart?” Steve asks, pressing a gentle kiss to Tony’s shoulder blade.
“You – ah – you always come when I talk like that,” Tony grins, turning his head so Steve can see his face.
Steve chuckles, then pulls out carefully, a soothing hand on Tony’s thigh when he can’t help but hiss at the loss.
“Look at that,” Bucky murmurs from the foot of the bed, and Tony feels the mattress shift as Bucky comes closer. A finger traces his hole, up along the puckered skin, dipping inside. Tony feels a trickle of come slip down to his balls, and he shivers, moaning a little. “Fuck, you’re hot when you’re full of Stevie’s spunk,” Bucky groans.
He leans forward, and Tony can feel the shift in his centre of gravity and then he cries out when Bucky’s tongue slides slick across his perineum, licking up that little bit of come and trailing up to his hole before dipping inside. Bucky laps at him, gentle at first and then a little harder, moaning a little in a way that sends shivers up Tony’s spine.
“Don’t let him come,” Steve warns, and then Bucky is pulled away, and they both slide off the bed, and Tony whines.
“Give us a minute,” Steve says from behind him.
Tony knows the easy guess would be that Bucky will fuck him next, but Erskine’s Scientific Breakthrough did more than just pack on the muscle and heal what ails you. Steve’s refractory period is a bit humiliating, as a matter of fact – Bucky’s, too – so Tony knows that it could easily be Steve pushing a hard cock into him again. He’ll have to wait and gather more data.
A dip in the bed, a hand on his right hip, and then he’s being pushed into again. It’s slower, this time – the glide and push and pull not quite gentle, but smooth and steady all the same.
He pushes back, a tiny moan escaping his throat as the cock hits deep, brushing against his prostate.
It hits again, and again, and Tony whines. The thrusts speed up and each push forward hits his prostate. There’s a thumb stroking along his rim, sliding along that stretched, puffy skin, and he can’t catch his breath.
“Please, baby, that feels so good,” he moans. Earlier, when it had been Steve inside him, Tony had pitched his voice rough, almost growling. Now, he pitches it softer, breathier. More like pleading, like begging. He knows he sounds almost helpless like this, like he – “I need you, please, please, I need it,” he keens, fingers clawing into the bedding. “Please, don’t stop.”
A hand wraps around the knot of his blindfold, yanking back on it roughly. Tony cries out – it doesn’t hurt, of course it doesn’t, but it also makes him feel hot, feel like he’s being used, he’s really getting fucked now, and he can hear breathy little gasps, little cries, and it’s him making that sound, fuck , it feels good, he can’t stop making those little noises, can’t help feeling powerless and powerful at the same time. Bucky is fucking him – and of course it’s Bucky, only Bucky would react like this to Tony’s need, his begging and pleading because Steve, oh , Steve would tease him, would slow down and make Tony feel like he’s close to crying – but Bucky’s fucking him like it’s his job, like he’s trying to pound Tony through the mattress, trying to make Tony feel all the power and force coiled in each of Bucky’s muscles.
He’s crying out in earnest now, each stroke hammering into his prostate, and he’s so close, if it weren’t for the fucking cock ring he’d be coming already. He can feel his balls tighten up and his thighs clench and his ass clench around Bucky’s cock and –
“Yeah, you know it’s Bucky, don’t you?” Steve purrs beside his ear, and Tony realizes he’d been speaking aloud. He’s not sure how Steve got there without him noticing, but he feels Bucky coming, feels his thrusts lose their grace and coordination. It’s messy and jerky, and there’s a hand – Steve’s left, it has to be because of the angle, because of the hot skin, powerful muscle – around the base of his cock, putting pressure around the ring and keeping him from coming even though his whole body is dying for it.
He makes a sound that’s almost a sob, keening and crying out because Bucky’s pulling out, too fast, too soon, and then it’s his mouth there, lapping at him again, Jesus, he knows Bucky likes to eat him out but this is getting to be a bit much. Steve is gently caressing his throat, his face, murmuring to him but Tony can’t hear it. All he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears as he tries not to come.
“– you’re so good, sweetheart, you did so good, you feel so good.” Steve’s words finally start to filter through to his brain, and Bucky’s tongue is slowing down, so it’s more like gentle little kitten licks at his asshole. Tony’s whole body is trembling, shaking and shivering as he tries to regain his composure.
Bucky pulls back, then slides up the bed so he can press a gentle, sweet kiss to Tony’s temple. He’s hot and sweaty, he knows Bucky can taste the salt of it on his skin. But the kiss is tender, so sweet, such a contrast compared to the brutal, rough pace he’d set as he’d pummeled into Tony’s body.
They pet him carefully for a few moments until he can breathe again and form coherent thoughts.
“You okay, Tony?” Steve asks, his voice gentle. “Do you need to stop?”
“If you fucking stop I’ll never speak to you again,” Tony croaks out, once he feels like his lips will form around the words. Bucky lets out a huff of a laugh and starts kissing down Tony’s spine. He’s calmer now and can appreciate the soft, wet lips and the slick tongue gliding across his skin.
“Should we take the blindfold off?” Bucky asks, from somewhere around Tony’s hip. “Or, should we keep going? What do you think?”
Tony’s about to answer, but Steve beats him to it. “I think he can keep it on for a little while longer. You’re doing okay, aren’t you, Tony?”
Tony nods, losing the words because Bucky’s slipped three fingers in, easy as you please, and they’re from the left hand and if Tony didn’t have that ring holding him back he definitely would have come just now, because those fingers, that power, that tech is inside him – he loves that, he knows it’s weird but Bucky encourages it so he doesn’t feel guilty.
He shudders and moans, and then he can feel Steve’s cock at his lips, the slick head ghosting over his lips, making them wet with precome. He opens wider, pushes forward and sucks Steve down, moaning around the wide length that stretches his lips, slides along his tongue and bumps the roof of his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s good, Stevie,” Bucky breathes, and then Tony feels the bed shift again, feels Bucky move and then his cock is sliding in again.
God, he’s going to die here, he thinks deliriously.
He sputters a giggle around Steve’s cock, breathing in through his nose as Steve starts to thrust shallowly. He moans again – appreciation, permission – and as Bucky starts thrusting into his ass, Steve deepens his strokes, until the head of his cock is hitting the back of Tony’s throat, sometimes pushing in, just a little.
Bucky’s hands are on his hips, holding him up so his knees aren’t even on the mattress anymore, and he has no control over his body now, they’re just fucking him. All he can do is take it, and feel, and – and – nevermind the cock ring, he’s going to –
Tony’s hand goes up, thumb tucked into his fingers in a fist, but with his index finger pointing out, and suddenly they’re both pulling out, pulling back, and Steve’s hands are working at the blindfold while Bucky crowds in close to get right into his face, somehow comforting with his all-encompassing presence.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, his voice full of concern. That hand signal had been their agreed-upon gesture for when Tony can’t use his safeword (cranberry). He’s breathing hard, blinking at the sudden explosion of light in the absence of the blindfold.
“I’m – fuck, I was going to come,” Tony moans, trying to bring his heart rate down, trying to calm his body. “You said not to come, but if you didn’t stop, I was going to come.”
Steve is hauling him up then, into his lap, and pressing kisses all over his face. “That’s good, sweetheart. It’s good that you stopped us, then.”
Tony moans and settles against Steve’s chest. Bucky moves up beside them, hands petting down Tony’s flanks soothingly.
They stay like that for long moments, just catching their breath and trying to calm themselves. Tony glances down, and sees his cock – which is still pounding, throbbing and leaking – red and hard as steel. He turns, just a little, to let it slide along the bumps and ridges of Steve’s perfect abs, and he moans at the contact.
Bucky chuckles, low and dangerous, in his ear. “Feeling better, sweetheart?”
“Mm,” Tony hums, twisting in Steve’s arms so he can press a kiss to Bucky’s lips. It doesn’t take long for Bucky’s tongue to press into his mouth, for the kiss to get heated and dirty.
“Wanna try again?” Steve asks into his ear, hot breath causing Tony to shiver a little.
“Got a better idea,” Tony says, pulling away from Bucky. Bucky lets out a sound of displeasure at the loss, but Tony ignores it in favour of leaning back, against Steve’s chest. He glances up, sees desire and lust in those blue eyes, and he grins.
“Remember that thing we talked about?” he asks.
Then Bucky is in his face, eyes sparking and flashing, black pupils dilating. “You mean it?”
They’d only talked about it once, but Bucky had been even more into the idea than Tony had been. Steve presses a kiss to Tony’s neck, wet and warm. “You sure, Tony?”
“Oh, yeah. I am astoundingly, magnificently sure.”
They’re using their considerable strength to rearrange him then, turning him to face Steve, and then he’s straddling Steve’s hips, his hard, neglected cock pressing against Steve’s, which, of course, is hard again. He rumbles out a moan and then he feels Bucky’s fingers press into him, three to start but he knows they won’t stop there. Steve captures his lips in a searing kiss, deep and filthy, tongues sliding together wetly.
“Fuck, you’re still full of our spunk,” Bucky groans behind him, slipping in a fourth finger. Out of the corner of his awareness, Tony feels Steve shift, and he opens his eyes to see him handing Bucky the tube of lubricant. He opens it with his teeth and pours some over his fingers without pulling them out, and then Tony feels slick and open and easy as Bucky works it inside him. It almost feels like too much, the slippery feeling, but he knows he’ll need the extra lube by they time they really get into it. Into him.
Steve’s hand moves from his hip down the crack of his ass, and then he’s sliding a finger in, too, alongside Bucky’s. Tony moans because already the stretch is burning, hot and heavy and full.
“Too much?” Steve whispers against his lips. Tony shakes his head vigorously, hands grasping tighter to Steve’s shoulders.
“S’good,” he says into their kiss, spreading his legs a little wider to try and make sure they can see his consent and invitation with action as much as words. He can hear the slick squelching of the lube in his hole as Bucky and Steve fuck their fingers into him, and he moans and shivers at the feeling.
Just as he starts to get used to the stretch, Steve’s adding another finger, and Tony whimpers, trying to push down into it. He can’t decide if it hurts or not, so he pushes down to get them deeper, try and make the decision that way.
“Fuck, he’s so hot like this,” Bucky groans, and Tony feels him roll his forehead across Tony’s shoulder blades. His hot breath pants across Tony’s spine and it elicits another shiver from him.
“You ready, sweetheart?” Steve asks, pulling back, away from the kiss, gripping Tony’s chin with his free hand. He waits until Tony blinks, until his vision sharpens, no longer fuzzy at the edges with pleasure. When Tony’s looking at him and actually seeing him, Steve gives him a gentle smile. “You ready for us?”
Tony swallows, mouth dropping open as Bucky’s fingers scissor a little inside him. “Please,” he moans, and this time he’s not playing it up to try and make either of them lose control. This time he’s just begging for it. For them.
They pull their fingers out, then – Steve first, then Bucky – and use their strong hands to shift him up, so that when they slide him down, Steve’s cock is pressing into him. It feels good, he feels open and slippery and ready, so he flexes his thighs and hitches his hips up a little, so he can roll them down and take Steve in deeper. Steve moans into his neck, and then they’re pulling Tony’s legs further apart, tilting him forward and Bucky’s cock is there, too, just at his rim, just almost – he pushes, and it catches, and the stretch is unbelievable, Tony moans as Bucky presses in and up.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Bucky grunts, sliding deeper, and Tony keens, fingers digging into Steve’s shoulders.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Steve asks him, his own hands trembling as they cradle Tony’s face so he can look into his eyes. “You need to stop?”
“Please, no, don’t stop, please,” he cries, trying to push back, trying to push down and get them both further into him, keep them from leaving him.
He’s never felt like this. This powerful strength, this acceptance of their bodies into his. He’s between them, surrounded by them, but at the same time they’re in him, both of his amazing lovers.
He can barely breathe, he knows he’s not going to last long like this. It feels too good, like there’s nothing else in the universe but how amazing he feels with them fucking him together, his prostate stimulated with each breath.
“I wanna come, please, let me come,” he whines, letting his head fall back onto Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky presses hot kisses to his neck, to his throat, urging Tony to tip his face to the side so their lips can meet.
Bucky’s kisses, always controlled and graceful, are sloppy and harsh as he tries to keep himself from thrusting too roughly. It sends a thrill down Tony’s spine, that Bucky is so close to losing himself in this.
Steve’s hand is between them, then, releasing the cock ring and Tony cries out, bellows as his balls draw up – it almost hurts, it’s so intense. It’s been building in him so long that the orgasm makes his whole body tense up, including his ass, so he clenches around their cocks, and Bucky cries out behind him, jerking a few uncoordinated thrusts. Tony feels him come, and then Steve is thrusting in, deep, all the way until Tony has never felt so full, and Steve’s coming, too.
It’s light, and air, and fire, all across his skin and through his veins, he can’t breathe but he’ll live forever in this moment. His eyes are closed to the bright flashes of light behind them, and he vaguely feels tears rolling down his cheeks as he wails out his pleasure.
He moans piteously as Steve and Bucky cling to him, all three of them panting and shivering in the aftershocks.
Bucky slips out first, as carefully and gently as he can. Tony still whimpers at the sensation. He gasps when a rush of come slips out with Bucky’s cock, can feel it trickling out of him. He wonders what it looks like, what he looks like, like this. How open and loose and sloppy he might be.
Then Steve is pulling out and he moans again as they gently shift him off Steve’s lap, onto his side on the bed. Steve lays down in front of him, Bucky curling up behind, and they both wrap their arms around him.
“Christ,” he finally sighs out, once he can breathe again. Once the world tilts back onto its correct axis.
“You okay?” Steve asks, pressing a soft kiss to Tony’s collarbone.
“That was – shit – that was something,” Tony pants, reaching a hand out behind him blindly to clasp around Bucky’s hip. Bucky nuzzles against the back of Tony’s head with a hum.
Steve meets his eyes, and blinks at him a few times. “Love you,” Steve finally says, pressing a little kiss to the end of Tony’s nose. He wrinkles it up, pretends to hate the kiss, and shifts back closer to Bucky. Steve grins, and then he’s sliding away, out of the bed. Tony whines, but Steve ignores him and heads into the ensuite.
Bucky chuckles behind him and pulls his arm tighter around Tony’s waist, so Tony lets his head fall to the pillow and basks in the warm contact.
Steve comes back after just a moment, warm wet cloth in his hand. He uses it on Tony’s belly, first, cleaning up the slick mess, before dipping down over his dick, down between his thighs, back to his hole. It’s tender, it’s taken a beating, but the cloth is soft and Steve is gentle, and frankly if Tony had the kind of refractory period either of them has he’d probably be hard again from the soothing caresses.
Steve moves on, using the cloth to clean Bucky up – and Bucky, who does have the kind of refractory period that allows for another erection even now, moans a little and tweaks Tony’s nipple in either sympathy or to tease, and Tony yelps a little at the sensation.
Steve gives Bucky’s hip a little slap, then leaves to take the cloth back into the bathroom.
Tony nuzzles into Bucky’s arms and he’s almost asleep by the time Steve gets back.
“How you doing, Tony?” he asks, cuddling in close.
“Shut up, I’m sleeping,” Tony mumbles. Bucky snickers behind him.
“Sleeping? Already? Don’t you wanna go again?” Bucky’s voice is cheeky, but Tony wouldn’t put it past him to be completely serious about the question.
Tony groans. “The idea of doing anything right now besides falling asleep in a post-coital haze fills me with a burning hatred I can’t even begin to describe.”
Steve presses a sloppy kiss to his forehead, and Tony can feel the grin there.
“Go to sleep. Buck can wait ‘til morning.”
Bucky lets out a put-upon huff, but Tony ignores him and nuzzles his face into Steve’s neck.
“Good night, Tony,” Steve says, and the vibration of his throat tickles Tony’s nose.
He hums in response, and then – wrapped up between two insatiable super soldiers – opens his mouth one more time, just to get the last word in.
“I won, you know,” he murmurs into Steve’s neck. He feels Bucky shake with laughter behind him, and Steve chuckles in front of him.
Tony smiles a little in victory, and drifts off to sleep.