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He gets their numbers before they go their separate ways at the club, puts them into his phone as Small Blonde & Dangerous and The Boyfriend. Bucky texts back first.
Stevie’s glowing. Thanks, pal. ❤️
Tony would take it for sarcasm without the heart emoji, which is why he’s a diehard advocate for emoji as a valid form of communication.
No problem. Thanks for letting me borrow him for a bit.
Yeah, of course. Do you think maybe next time you’d like to borrow us both?
Tony stares at his screen, bites his lip and groans a little before he types a reply. Definitely. I feel like I should clarify the nature of your interest, though. No wrong answer.
I’m really not sure.
Watching you with Stevie made me hard.
I’m not sure which of you I wanted to be.
I’ve thought about Steve that way, like I’ve tried to be rough with him, to mess around with it.
But I hadn’t thought about bottoming until I watched you with him.
Do you want me, Bucky?
Fuckgoddamnit
Yes or no.
Yes, sir.
That’s nice. I like that. But only if it feels good for you.
I don’t mind it.
Good boy. Thank you for being honest. I want to be kissing you again, like, yesterday.
Yes. I have to put Steve to bed, though. We’ll both be thinking of you, sir.
Tony wants to get JARVIS to track down their home address so he can sweep them away from what’s sure to be a sad walk-up in Brooklyn and install them in Stark Tower, nice and close. He also is aware that he sometimes turns into a maniac when he has a new obsession, and it can be a little… intense. So instead he has JARVIS coach him in appropriate social behavior and spends a few hours in the workshop before going to sleep, and does not text either of those beautiful boys.
(Mostly because JARVIS doesn’t let him.)
~*~
What can you teach me? Steve texts in the morning, rewarding Tony’s AI-enforced patience. Not that I’m just using you for your skills or experience, but…
You kind of are, but I don’t mind at all. 😉 I can teach you a lot, sugar. It’s not a brag. Anything in particular you wanna try?
Bucky says you want both of us. Think you can handle that?
Let me worry about that part. I’ll tell you one thing, Bucky being interested doesn’t make me any less interested in YOU. So many things I want to do to you, Steven…
Then do those. Teach me the kinds of pain and pleasure you like.
Fuck, Steve. Are you seriously both just in Brooklyn right now? This is ridiculous. Would the two of you be more comfortable here or at your place? Or a hotel? I could get us a hotel room. Or… sorry. I don’t mean to assume. Do you have plans?
Apparently I do now 😉 If you don’t mind, we’d be more comfortable at yours. Our place is a mess right now and there’s nothing in the fridge. You’re in Manhattan, right?
Yeah, you know the big glass building that says “STARK” on top?
I think so, yeah, by Grand Central?
Yeah. That’s me. I’m the Stark.
Holy shit. What? I thought Bucky was just being a science nerd at you, I didn’t know you had your name on a building.
Does it make you respect me less?
Honestly, a little, but I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself 😉 Bucky’s in the garage till three, and he’ll want to shower at home. We can be up there by five at the latest.
Take your time, enjoy the shower with him if you like. Use this QR code for security and the private elevator. I’ll see you soon, handsome 😉
~*~
“Well this is completely unnecessary,” Steve Rogers judges when he steps out of the elevator into the Stark Tower penthouse. Tony can’t help but laugh, rich and warm.
“I don’t think ‘necessary’ was in the design notes,” Tony snarks. It wasn’t. He wrote them. “Welcome, it’s good to see you both.”
Tony’s more than pleased when Bucky takes initiative, steps forward first and kisses him warm on the mouth. He’s just as consuming and arousing a kisser as he was in the club, leaving Tony wanting more. He also looks damn good in a black turtleneck, coal grey pants, and dressy black boots with silver rings on the side. It’s not exactly club gear, but Tony will enjoy peeling it off of him. Steve is wearing some sort of punk collage t-shirt that Tony will have to study more closely at some point and a pair of black skinny jeans with bright blue converse.
“You don’t have to bottom tonight if you don’t want to. Or any night,” Tony assures Bucky as he pulls away, wanting to get expectations out of the way. “We could always play around with co-topping Steve. Or just making out,” he offers, surprised by the words even as they’re coming out of his mouth.
“I’m not sure yet,” Bucky admits. “Can I play it by ear?”
“Of course. And you…” Tony grins wide, pulls Steve up against his body with a nice firm hand on the ass, which Steve doesn’t fight against. He licks Steve’s lips, slow, lets Steve part them and then pulls back an inch. “What would you like this evening?”
“Fuck,” Steve whispers. “I want you to hurt me. I want to try more pain. Not gentle, this time.”
“Okay. Strap? Cane? Whip? Paddle? Floggers are gonna vary, but I have options. More esoteric stuff if you want, electricity…”
“No electricity,” Bucky cuts in quickly. He should’ve asked them for detailed lists of limits, but they can negotiate on the fly. That’s what Tony’s used to anyway.
“Sure. Any of the others I listed a no-go for you, Buck?”
The man shakes his head, and Tony reminds himself that based on the arm, it’s very likely that Bucky has military experience. He hasn’t asked.
“Okay. Remember, you can leave the room or use a safeword to pause or stop the scene at any time. If you need it, Steve wants to take care of you no matter what.”
“Yeah, I got it,” Bucky says a bit gruffly, maybe embarrassed. Tony moves on.
“All right then, Steve, what’ll it be tonight? Pick one thing you definitely want to try, or ask me for more options.”
“Whip,” Steve says, fiery certainty in his eyes. “You can warm me up with something else, but I want you to whip me.”
“Christ, kid,” Tony exhales, meeting Bucky’s eye with a look he hopes conveys ‘do you know how hot your boyfriend is?? ’ Though Bucky may not be sure about the whipping itself, he gives Tony a fond smile in recognition of the adoration towards Steve. “All right, I’m thinking I’ll start you off with a long bullwhip, then we’ll switch to a signal whip. That’s a singletail—mean, stingy motherfucker. The bullwhip can be mean in a different way, though.”
“I know. I’ve… done a lot of reading.”
“Yeah? Well, this is gonna be a little different from reading it in a book,” Tony teases. “But if you’re so well researched, tell me, how do you feel about cuts? There’s always a risk of blood, but I need to know whether you want me to stop if I see it.” Steve inhales sharply, and something hard flashes in his eyes, something that wants . But he flicks his glance to Bucky, rather than answering Tony directly.
“You’re sure ?” They’ve talked about this, apparently.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m sure.”
“How edgy is this for you, Bucky? I’d rather not do risky play for the first time with someone new when a third party also might need care.”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t like cold, or electricity, or interrogation or torture roleplay, or anything medical, or play involving major narcotics.” Tony tries not to think too hard about what that list suggests, even as he mentally files it all. “Otherwise, I can’t think of anything I’m just gonna watch that will bother me.”
“Got it. Then I’m comfortable if you both are, but remember you have yellow in addition to red. Steve, any medical issues I should know about?”
Bucky snorts and Steve glares at him like this is related to some long standing couples’ argument. “Relevant to this scene... I’m anemic, so I bruise easily, but I don’t bleed much longer than the average person.”
“He’d know, the number of fights he gets into.”
Tony raises his eyebrows, a little surprised by that. “You starting fights or finishing them?”
Bucky smirks. “He jumps into the middle to save the little guy. Then I finish them.”
“Don’t be so cocky, it’s unattractive.”
“So’s your face when you’ve got a black eye, punk.”
Tony smiles at their easy rapport. “So anemia, anything else?”
“Uh, I should probably take my binder off so I can breathe easier. I don’t mind taking my shirt off but I’d rather leave my pants.”
“That’s fine. We can focus on your back.”
“Right. I think that’s all. I have circulatory issues but they shouldn’t come up with impact play.”
“Okay. Definitely use your yellow if you feel dizzy or faint, anything like that. I’ll ramp it up slow so you can decide how you feel about the pain. Are you looking to struggle, specifically? I’d rather restrain you either way, but I can push the pain edge harder if that’s what you’re looking for.”
Steve looks thoughtful, like he’s really considering the question. “I might fight it a little, but I want the pain. Pain... makes me feel alive.” He bites his lip, and a surge of desire makes Tony want to swallow Steve whole. But he holds himself back, knowing that he has to prioritize negotiation if he wants everyone in a three-person scene including two newbies to be happy. “I guess I can’t be sure I’ll like the whip until I try it but… I feel like I will. I just know it. You know?”
Tony gives him a long, appraising look, and he can tell from the way it’s reflected in Steve’s expression that there’s an intensity in his eyes. A heat.
“I know.”
“He gets hard when he fights,” Bucky volunteers. “He’ll get punched in the face, and then jump me when I’m trying to ice the damn bruise.” There’s a little knowing smile, and both of them are so goddamned gorgeous that Tony has to remind himself to breathe.
“Don’t distract me,” he mutters, and Bucky’s eyes flash with something, but Tony can’t quite be sure of what. “What about touch? Once you take your binder off, do you want me to keep my hands away from your chest?”
“You don’t have to. Just don’t, like, squeeze them or anything. You can play with my nipples.”
“You should play with his nipples,” Bucky smirks. “Pro tip.”
“Yeah?” Tony grins. “I want to put you up against a cross tonight, but next time, I’ve got clamps.”
“Promises, promises.”
“All right, one more thing before I show you the playroom.”
“You have an actual playroom ?” Steve interrupts.
“I’m a sadist and a billionaire, sweetheart. Yeah, I have a playroom.”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Steve mutters under his breath, and it’s weirdly charming.
“Bucky, this one’s for you. I’m comfortable playing it by ear, as far as how much you want to get involved. If you want to do something, do it. If you want to ask me for something, ask. But once we get to the impact play I need 360 degrees of good clearance, six feet to be safe. There’s plenty of places for you to sit and watch, but I don’t fuck around with safety when it comes to a bullwhip, especially.”
“Understood.” Bucky’s looking at him now with a surprising amount of desire in his eyes for a conversation about safety, and Tony can’t quite resist the urge to step in and kiss him again, now that the negotiation’s mostly done.
“Promise to give you a good show,” he murmurs against Bucky’s mouth, and he can feel Steve’s eyes on them.
“No doubt.”
It takes effort to pull away, but he leads them to the playroom, getting bottles of water from the minifridge and making sure one is close to hand, as well as a first-aid kit just in case. It’s not a ridiculous setup—just a cross and a spanking bench, a big bed and a comfy sofa—but there’s an impressive array of toys hanging along one wall and displayed in a large cabinet with glass doors.
“I’ll pick the whips,” Tony says, drawing Steve’s attention and guiding him over to the wall with one hand on his lower back. “But I want you to choose three other toys you’re interested in for warmup.” Steve looks hungry as he evaluates his options, and that’s exactly what Tony wanted. Bucky gets comfortable on the sofa, and Tony chooses a set of nice wide padded leather cuffs from the cabinet that he knows buckle tight enough for smaller limbs, putting them on the rolling cart he uses to keep everything he needs close by during a scene.
Steve adds two floggers to the cart, one heavy and thuddy and the other made of a stingier rubber, as well as a leather strap. Tony had been prepared to dismiss any items that wouldn’t work for a warmup, or that wouldn’t work specifically on Steve’s upper back and chest, but he’s pleased at the selection. He adds a beautiful bullwhip and a signal whip to the cart, then grabs Steve close and kisses him hard.
“Safeword liberally, don’t forget you have yellow,” Tony says as a last reminder, and then goes back to the kissing, biting at Steve’s lower lip, before he can get annoyed at the extra caution. Tony knows Bucky is watching them, maybe even evaluating Tony as a potential top, and that gets him even hotter than performing in front of a whole club of people. He kind of loves showing off. (He’s tempted to grab an identical matching flogger to the stingy one, to really show what he can do, but then he’d be That Asshole Who Does Florentine and nobody likes that guy.)
He finds the pressure points behind Steve’s ears with his thumbs and comes in gently, gradually increasing the pressure until Steve squirms and gasps away from his mouth. He loves that moment. Even more exciting for him as a sadist than seeing someone take pain near their limits is being up close for that first little jerk of “too much,” the exact point where pure pleasure starts to morph into something else.
“Ah!” Steve whines, and Tony eases up, has mercy on him. He takes another kiss and then steers Steve over to the cross.
“Strip to your comfort and take a few deep breaths on your own. Hands up along the bars when you’re ready to take a beating for me.” He leaves a hand on Steve’s back for a moment, then leaves him to grab the cart and wheel it over. Bucky’s eyes follow him, and Tony pitches his voice low. “All right?”
Bucky nods, but the intensity remains in his eyes and Tony finds himself craving more. If it were just the two of them he’d demand to know what’s behind that stare, but as it is he needs to balance two sets of needs. And Bucky will enjoy watching this—Tony has an intuition for this kind of thing.
He wheels the cart over to the back corner of the zone where a flogger is likely to fly, then grabs the set of restraints and rejoins Steve. His arms stretch along the bars of the cross, his feet spaced just a bit narrower than its span. Tony can accommodate that, though, with chains, and gets Steve cuffed in securely. He presses a few soft kisses to the back of Steve’s neck, runs a hand down his entire spine, and cops a feel of his ass at the end.
Then Tony returns to the cart, picks up the heavier flogger, and brings his entire focus to Steve’s bare back, to bringing sensations to the surface with as much control as he can possibly wield over their initial intensity and its acceleration. Tony approaches this with the same precision he does the fiddly bits of robotics, with the same elegance he does lines of code. He likes doing science so damn well it comes back around to being artistic. His body has limitations, but a flogger isn’t that hard to wield.
And Steve’s sensitive.
That’s not to say he has a low pain tolerance—Tony listens to his breathing, watches his body carefully just in case he’s resisting a safeword, and he seems fine. He likes bearing it. But he reacts strongly to every strike just the same, sometimes with a yell, sometimes just a physical jerk. And then he always comes back, back to center, ready for more.
Tony feels into it, finds that rhythm—finds the dance. He usually can hook into it, can feel out the connection with his partner and discover the particular series of tempos that works best for them as a pair. Occasionally it falls flat. With Steve, it sings, staccato and tumultuous. It’s call and response but unpredictably syncopated. It keeps him on his toes.
Tony comes in close when he’s ready to switch instruments, feeling Steve’s back again with his palm. It’s warm but not yet abraded or unevenly red. “I’m looking forward to whipping you, boy,” he whispers in Steve’s ear like a kiss. Steve shivers as predicted.
He gives Steve a shorter round with the second flogger, just a taste of stingier sensation. Then it’s time for the bullwhip. Tony moves the cart further back, first, and finds the spot he has marked on the floor for himself, because he’s not so vain as to resist tools that are actually helpful. He shakes out the whip and rocks from foot to foot for a moment, getting a feel for its weight.
Tony keeps some space on either end of the cross clear for a reason, and intentionally cracks the whip a foot to one side of Steve’s head, then the other. It works as intended, making his body tense up, but then he relaxes and Tony aims a strike near his left shoulderblade. His shocked gasp is swallowed by a mirroring strike on the right, but then Tony pauses to gauge reaction, still shifting from foot to foot, keeping his rhythm. Steve takes a few heavy breaths, but they’re relatively even, and then he sinks against the cross again, anticipating.
Tony lets him have six more strikes with the bullwhip. He doesn’t want Steve to overdo it his first time, just because he’s eager. But then he really takes to the signal whip, to Tony’s little horizontal, side-to-side flicks on either side of Steve’s spine like he’s doing up a zipper. He lets the tail snap against Steve’s skin first like a teasing kiss, but harder as he moves up.
Steve starts breathing hard, and then moaning, and Tony gives him half a dozen more strikes than he meant to, cracking a couple extra vertically on his upper back. The marks are beautiful, Steve moreso. And then he glances at Bucky, intending to quickly just confirm he’s doing okay, and Bucky looks wrecked . But he’s not even looking at Steve—he just stares at Tony, and while Tony’s not sure exactly what he’s seeing, he wants to give it to Bucky.
Being responsible has never been quite this hard. All he wants is to grab Bucky and kiss the shit out of him. But Tony has a duty to the bottom whose first whipping he just administered, so he tears himself away from Bucky, a finger in the air signaling “hold,” and focuses on Steve again.
“There you are, sweetheart, you did so well. I still like hurting you up close, though,” he murmurs in Steve’s ear, finding each nipple for a nice satisfying pinch. Steve cries out, at least half in pleasure. “ Good boy.” Tony helps Steve drink half a bottle of water in slow sips, petting his hair. “Sweetheart. I’m gonna give you a choice, now. Bucky’s been waiting very patiently, and I think he’d like some attention. I’d like to give it to him, if he’s willing. But you can stay here if you want to be on the cross longer, or I can put you on the bed and you can watch us wherever we end up, or I can put you on your knees next to us. And if you need a cuddle on your own first, that’s perfectly fine, too.”
Steve bites his lip, like he’s considering more than one option. From the fire in his eyes Tony doesn’t think it’s the cuddle. “Bed.”
“Okay, good boy, let’s get you down and put you in the bed, then.” Tony stays close, not really pressing up against the marks but still letting Steve feel his body heat. He hasn’t opened skin, but some of the marks are very dark pink, the skin raised in thin welts. Steve leans against the cross as Tony takes care of the cuffs, and then on Tony as they proceed to the bed. “On your stomach, here we go…”
Tony gets Steve settled, visually checks the marks for anything he’s concerned about, and presses a row of kisses up Steve’s spine. Then he turns away from the bed, and Bucky’s there to grab him one-handed like he’s starving, practically shaking with it. “Godamnit, Tony, your face ,” he growls. “When you were whipping him, your face… I want you to hurt me. Not like that, but… you could hurt me with your dick, to start?” He looks eager and aroused and Tony kind of wants to just whip it out and slap him with it.
“Do it over here, I wanna watch,” Steve whines.
“You little brat, it’s my turn !” Bucky snarls, surprisingly vicious, and Tony’s about to intervene when Steve hisses back at him like he’s a wildcat and Bucky just rolls his eyes. Okay, maybe they have their own language. He remembers Steve, the world’s most demanding bottom, eagerly sucking down his fingers last night, and it fits.
“Everyone will get a turn,” Tony teases. “To get hurt with my dick, because apparently I did something good in a previous life.”
“That’s a racist generalization of how karma works,” Steve blurts out, and Bucky groans.
“Can Tony donate a million dollars to the advocacy organization of your choice after he fucks me, please? Have I earned that much?”
“You’re a drama queen,” Steve sighs, but he also relents, and of course Bucky steers them onto the bed, because he’ll do anything for Steve and Tony can already tell.
“I want you to ride me,” Tony decides, climbing on the mattress next to Steve and then easing his erection out of his flies. “I can help you stabilize, but I prefer masochists to hurt themselves on my dick whenever possible,” he teases. It’s practical, too, as Bucky can avoid getting more hurt than he wants to and still save face if he’s feeling competitive with Steve.
“I can go with that,” Bucky agrees, stripping off surprisingly quickly for the one functional arm. “Will you finger me, or does Stevie need to do it?”
“I mean, that does sound pretty,” Tony teases, and Steve grins proudly next to him. “But no, I want to do this myself.” He reaches for the lube, gets a couple of pumps, and gets Bucky’s ass nice and slick, slipping two fingers in at once. If he wants a stretch, Tony can give him that.
“Fuck,” Bucky groans, already riding Tony’s fingers a bit, looking glorious naked and on his knees. “Open your fingers up a bit, I don’t want three.”
“Greedy slut,” Tony grins, and Bucky snarls at him.
“Fuck me and find out, sir.”
Tony likes how he’s defiant, but not in quite the same way as Steve. They’re a glorious pair.
“Maybe I will.” Tony does spread his fingers wider as he pulls them out, but then he gets a condom on his dick and lowers Bucky quickly onto the head, letting him feel the overwhelming pressure.
“Oh fuck,” Bucky gasps, his head falling back and his eyes closed. He shifts his hips a little, finding an angle, and braces his hand on Tony’s chest. “Thinking about… how you looked when you whipped him,” he admits, a little short of breath, as he forces himself further onto Tony’s cock. Tony growls and grabs Bucky with both hands, sits up further in bed and pulls him close.
“Look at me now,” Tony demands. “Look at me now .”
Bucky opens his eyes and gasps as he meets Tony’s gaze, impulsively pushing himself down another couple of inches. Tony’s pleased the hunger translates. He grabs the back of Bucky’s head, kisses him hard, and then when his hand drops to Bucky’s hip, thrusts the last little bit up inside him without warning. Bucky almost bites his tongue, but he would’ve deserved it.
The kiss until they really can’t breathe, panting against each other’s lips, and Steve is laughing at them, the fucker. But Tony can deal with him later. He slaps Bucky once, hard on the ass, experimentally, and Bucky groans approval, bouncing shallowly on Tony’s cock. Much later.