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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.

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Peter was still feeling dizzy when Tony and Bucky helped him sit up. They seemed to notice that he was swaying a little because he was suddenly scooped up by Bucky, who carried him over to the sofa, bridal style. The man didn’t lay Peter down, though; instead, Bucky sat down with him, cradling Peter in his lap. 

“You okay?” the man asked, stroking his hand over the back of Peter’s head.

Humming in approval, Peter smiled; dazed. His fingers curled into Bucky’s shirt, and Peter wished that he could snuggle his face against Bucky’s neck, but he didn’t want to smear cum on him. 

Thankfully, Tony joined them a few seconds later, holding some damp dish towels. “Let me get you cleaned up.” 

Tony gently wiped Peter’s face before moving down to his belly to remove the pre-cum that Peter had been dripping all over himself. As soon as Peter felt clean enough, he did indeed press his face into the crook of Bucky’s neck, feeling safe and secure as the man’s strong arms closed tightly around him. Wanting Tony closer too, Peter stretched out his arm to feel for Tony’s hand. Peter let out a quiet sigh when the man’s rough hand grabbed his, entangling their fingers and squeezing gently.

It took Peter a while to realize just what he, himself, was doing. Something told him that it wasn’t normal – or at least, not usual – to behave like how he was around two men that he barely even knew and whom had only hooked up with thrice… But he couldn’t help it. No matter how perfect the last thirty minutes or so had been, Peter needed to be comforted right now, or… or… something. Peter couldn’t put it in words, but he felt like something bad would happen if he didn’t have Tony and Bucky close. 

To his relief, the two older men didn’t question Peter’s odd behavior. They didn’t even move much. They just sat there on the couch with him, quietly holding and caressing him. Once the weird, anxious feeling had vanished, Peter carefully pulled away from Bucky’s chest. 

The husbands were flashing him an affectionate smile, and Tony asked, “Feeling better?”

“I… Yeah.” Peter swallowed. Did they think that he regretted or didn’t like what had happened? “But… I wasn’t really feeling bad or anything, I just… I don’t know.”

“No worries, doll,” Bucky smiled. “It’s not unusual to feel like this after an intense moment like the one we’ve just had.”

Peter’s eyes widened “It’s not?”  

“No,” Tony reaffirmed. “We were pretty rough with you, and you’ve barely even had a chance to recover from yesterday."

“Recover from what, though? What you did, and how you acted… It was exactly what I wanted. Or, actually, even more than that,” Peter admitted, unable to prevent his face from growing hot. 

Tony smiled. “That's great to hear, but... You see, the more you immerse yourself in an intense scene, the more likely it is that you’ll experience something called a sub drop. It’s basically a chemical imbalance in your brain that can cause light depression or anxiety. Most of the time, it’ll vanish after a couple of minutes or hours, but it can also last for days.”

Peter had listened with wide eyes. What Tony had described sounded scary, but the chemical geek inside of him immediately wanted to take out his phone and do some research. 

“Can it also cause a feeling like… like… Yesterday, I think I kinda ‘spaced out’ for a few moments. It also happened earlier, and even when we had sex in the hotel, though to a lesser extent.”

“Were you feeling like you were drunk?” Bucky asked.

“I, uh, don’t really know how it feels to be drunk. I’m… not 21 yet, remember?” Peter smiled, abashed. It wasn't completely true because he had been drunk before, once, but he didn't necessarily want to tell them.

Now it was Bucky’s turn to blush. “Right.” He coughed awkwardly. “How would you describe it, then?”

“Like… It was as if my brain wasn’t able to register everything that was happening anymore. I mean, I was still aware of what was going on, but it was almost impossible for me to concentrate on anything, apart from what I was feeling physically. I was… kind of lost and overwhelmed, but in a good way.”

“Did you feel as if you were floating?” Tony suggested, raising his brows a little.. 

When Peter nodded, the husbands exchanged a look, which made Peter nervous. “I-Is that bad?”

Tony immediately reassured him. “No, no, we just–”

“–didn’t expect it. Because it usually–”

“–happens when you totally trust the other person. And since we hardly know each other–”

“–it’s a little surprising, but, nevertheless, very flattering,” Bucky finished with a soft smile. “The scary part about it is that you might not be able to make rational decisions anymore when it happens… Like using your safewords, for instance. That’s why it’s so important that you can trust your– that you can trust us to be careful and to take good care of you. And, as you can imagine, it usually takes a while to build such trust.”

As fascinating as all of that was, Peter was busy admiring Tony and Bucky finishing each other’s sentences. It was so cute and adorable that Peter couldn’t help being a little envious. Hopefully, he’ll find his own significant other one day who’ll know him as well as Tony and Bucky know each other...

Being painfully aware that the two husbands were looking at him expectantly, Peter cleared his throat. “Call me naive, but I already trusted you completely the first time we met. Otherwise, I, uh, wouldn’t have let you restrain me.“

Tony grinned. “So you didn’t just ask us to do that because it was the only thing from our kink list that you knew the meaning of?”

“Excuse me? I’m not that green.” Peter pouted, despite Tony being right.

“I’m just saying, not even I would’ve let someone tie me up for my second time.” 

“As if you would ever let someone tie you up like that in the first place,” Bucky snorted, eyes fixed on his husband.

“Speak for yourself,” Tony retorted, lips curled into a smirk.

“Hey, I did agree to it in the past.”

“So did I.”

At this, Peter started wondering… Since Tony and Bucky clearly both preferred to be on top and in control, did they switch whenever it was just the two of them? And were they as kinky with each other as they were with him? Did they even enjoy non-kinky sex as much? And did they–

‘Stop that,’ Peter scolded himself. 

This wasn’t any of Peter’s business. Whatever they’re doing, it obviously worked for them, considering that they have been married for seven years (Peter totally didn’t look up any information that he could on them). Maybe they were used to having a third party involved... Just because they’d admitted that Peter was the first stranger that they had met over the hooker up, didn’t mean they didn’t have a dozen other submissive boys or men they could call. 

Peter was ashamed to admit it, but the idea made him feel a little jealous. Which was stupid... Tony and Bucky didn’t owe Peter anything. ‘Rough diamond’ or not, they could have sex with whomever the fuck they wanted... Just like Peter could. (In theory. In reality, Peter knew that he was about as popular as a dentist appointment.)

“... Peter?”

“Huh?” Blinking, Peter saw that Tony’s and Bucky’s eyes were focused on him with their brows furrowed quizzically. Heat flashed to the nape of his neck. “S-Sorry, I wasn’t– What, uh, did you say?”

“We asked if you wanted to finish breakfast,” Bucky smiled. “Or are you full already?”

Actually, Peter was quite hungry. No wonder, though, because he hadn’t eaten anything for dinner yesterday, and he hadn’t been able to finish his pancake before things heated up. “No, I’d love to finish breakfast. Thank you.”

Now that they weren’t in the middle of screwing around anymore, Peter was pretty embarrassed that he was naked. Tony seemed to notice it, because he offered to fetch Peter’s clothes. “We don’t want you to be cold,” he added with a wink.

Thankful for the excuse, Peter accepted the offer. 

A few minutes later, the three men were back in the kitchen to finish the pancakes that Bucky had made. Glancing at the stove clock, Peter saw that it was almost 11:00 a.m. already. How long had he slept?! 

Even though the pancakes were cold by now, they still tasted delicious. Peter was about to ask Bucky for the recipe, but Tony held up his phone. “Steve is complaining that we haven’t accepted Peggy’s and his invitation yet. Please don’t tell me that you forgot to text him.”

“Me? You said that you would text him,” Bucky said in disbelief.

“Really? Crap.” With a sheepish grin, Tony put the phone down. “Well… I’ll call him later and tell him that we’ve already agreed to go to Nat’s and Bruce’s.”

“Tony, we told Nat and Bruce that we would be at Steve’s.”

“Did we?”

Bucky groaned. “Yes. Because Clint and his family will be at Nat’s, remember? That’s why you, Sam, and I wanted to go to Steve’s... So that he won’t be upset.”

“Are you sure that you weren’t speaking to another guy with a goatee? Because I don’t recall ever having this conversation. Not with you, not with Sam, and most certainly not with Clint.”

“You are unbelievable,” Bucky snorted, shaking his head. He didn’t sound mad, though, just amused. “Have you ever thought of finally taking that break from work that you promised me?”

“Well, I’m here today, aren’t I?”

“It’s Saturday.”

“And where was I last Saturday? Or the one before that? Or–”

“That’s exactly my point.”

“It’s not,” Tony smirked. “Because you’ve just used it as an argument to deemphasize that I, as promised, am taking it down a notch.”

Bucky gave another snort that was far more impressive than the last. “Oh please. You are home because you don’t want to miss out.”

Only when Bucky jerked his head towards Peter did the boy realize that Bucky was referring to him. 

“That’s not– Okay, it is one of the reasons, but it’s not the only one,” Tony said, sulking. “I do want to spend more time with you, but how am I supposed to do that if our friends decide to act like toddlers and fight over who gets to throw the Christmas dinner party this year?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Well, for one, you could actually listen to what people talk to you about.”

“I was listening. I just didn’t remember it.” When Bucky let out an exasperated sigh, Tony chuckled triumphantly. “Not even you can win a verbal duel against me, Buckaroo.”

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Bucky groaned. 

At this, Tony finally focused his attention back on Peter. “Don’t worry, he loves it,” he said with a wink.

“I do not! ” Bucky protested, but his grin revealed that he wasn't being entirely truthful.

“Do too!”

“How old are you again?”

“Seven years older than you.”

With yet another sigh, Bucky grabbed his empty plate. stood up, and walked over to the sink. “I’m so sorry, Peter. We usually don’t argue a lot–” (“We do, ” Tony tossed in) “– and I hope that we didn’t scare you off.”

Unable to stifle his giggle, Peter said, “It’s fine, no worries.” Somehow, Tony and Bucky were fucking adorable even when they were bickering. 

However, for the last couple of minutes, Peter had felt a little left out because the husbands had been talking over him, and because Peter had no idea who any of these people that they had mentioned even were. It’s not that he blamed the husbands for not including him in their conversation, but Peter couldn’t help but wish that he knew more about Tony’s and Bucky’s life (and, most importantly, become a part of it in some way…). 

Since Peter would’ve felt useless just sitting there and watching Bucky collect the dishes, he offered to help, but both men declined.

“You are our guest, Peter,” Tony stated, taking the plate out of Peter’s hands to bring it over to the dishwasher. Once there, he gave Bucky’s left ass cheek a pinch and leaned up and in for a kiss. “We are good, aren’t we?”

“Only if you stop pinching me,” Bucky grinned, giving Tony another kiss.

As wholesome as it was to watch them, Peter figured that it was time to go. The longer he watched them being two adorable idiots, the more he wanted to drop on his knees and beg them to keep him.

Getting up, Peter cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. “Um… Thanks for the pancakes and for yesterday – and today – but I think I’m gonna head home now.”

At the speed of light, the two men were suddenly standing in front of him. They both began to talk at the same time.

“I thought you were staying for a little?” 

“Yeah, until your boiler is fixed?”

Peter’s stomach churned. Right, the boiler… The boiler that he said would be fixed later today. “Y-Yeah, it's supposed to be fixed sometime today...but...knowing my building's superintendent, it could take longer than that.”

“The longer the better,” Bucky smirked, which made Peter blush. “You haven’t even told us anything about you yet.”

Tony sighed. “That’s because we haven’t asked.” He gave Peter a soft smile. “We’ve been talking over you, haven't we? I'm sorry, it's my fault. You should know that a lot of people call me a narcissist.”

“Which you are not,” Bucky said gravely.

“True. I’m just a self-absorbed asshole,” Tony said confidently.

Before he knew it, Peter snorted with laughter. He knew very well what some people publicly thought of Tony, but with everything that had happened between them, so far, Peter didn't think any of it was true. Actually… Maybe Peter should finally tell them that he’s fully aware of who Tony was.

Allowing the two men to lead him back to the couch, Peter said, “Actually, I… agree with Bucky. I think that, um, most of the stuff I’ve read or heard about you is wrong.”

Tony’s lips curled into an amused grin. “So you do know who I am. We’ve been wondering.”

“Y-Yeah. How could I not?” Peter smiled dreamily when he sat down to Bucky’s right. “I’ve always admired your work. Like, I must’ve been at the Stark expo at least six times, and I even studied your thesis on the electromagnetic theory of surface-enhanced Raman spectroscopy for a science project in school.”

“For school? ” Tony asked, astonished. “Are we talking high school or college?”

“High school. I go to ESU now, but I’m majoring in Biochemics and Biophysics. Electrical Engineering is more of a hobby of mine. Just like Astrophysics.”

Whereas Tony gaped at Peter silently, Bucky chuckled. “You made him speechless there, Pete. Nobody has ever managed to do that before, including me. I don’t know a lot about science, but this tells me that you have to be a genius.”

Peter giggled and blushed. “N-No, but, uh, to be honest, some experts seem to think that I’m highly gifted.”

Coming back to life, Tony asked, sounding deeply impressed, “Have you ever engaged yourself in quantum physics?”

“Parts of it.”

“Special theory of relativity?”

“Of course.”

“Quantum field theory?”

“Not yet. I skimmed over the Wikipedia entry after reading about the anti-de Sitter/conformal field theory correspondence.”

Looking excited, Tony opened his mouth to respond, but someone else spoke before he could. 

“Вы двое умники.” (*)

Befuddled, Peter and Tony turned to look at Bucky, who gave them a sweet, provocative smile. 

“Oh, please, don’t mind me,” the man said, doing a flourish with his hand. “I just figured that you two wanted to speak in foreign languages now.” 

“Was that Russian?” Peter asked, ignoring Bucky’s snide remark.

The man nodded his head. “In my twenties, I spent a few years in Siberia.”

“Neat! Were you there for work?” Peter asked, 

“Yeah. I work for SHIELD, a special forces division of the FBI.”

Peter’s mouth dropped open. “Isn’t that... pretty dangerous?” After all, SHIELD was known for doing highly-secretive and dangerous work for the government, both national and international.

“Not really. The worst thing that ever happened to me was losing an arm,” Bucky joked, but his expression turned serious when Peter gasped in shock. “I mean, yeah, it can be dangerous, but I usually take good care of myself.”

“For the record, James’ definition of taking ‘good care of himself’ is falling from the top of a moving train, while it’s crossing a fucking bridge,” Tony told Peter, face hardening. “It’s a miracle that he didn’t die.”

“What were you doing on top of a train?” Peter asked Bucky.

Avoiding Peter’s question, Bucky leaned forward. “You have Nutella on your lips.” 

… Great. 

“Couldn’t you have told me that earlier?” Peter mumbled. Embarrassed, he reached up to wipe it away, but Bucky was faster. 

“No.” 

Gently, Bucky brushed his human thumb over Peter’s lips, which sent a pleasant shiver down Peter’s spine. As it seemed, neither Bucky, nor Tony, could lay so much as a finger on him without Peter melting away. 

“W-Why not?” Peter asked, trying to stay focused.

“Because it’s cute,” Tony chimed in, looking over Bucky’s shoulder. “Seriously, kid, how come you don’t have a boyfriend? If I weren’t such an old fart, I’d date you in a second.”

“Oi!” Bucky said, turning his head to look at Tony outraged.

Peter couldn’t blame him. How could Tony say something like that if his husband was sitting right next to–

“You aren’t an old fart.”

Wait… so Bucky wasn’t mad about–

“Compared to Twinkie, even you are an old fart,” Tony snorted.

“It’s called a twink, Tony. Not Twinkie. Also, said twink has a name.” With a forced smile, Bucky looked at Peter. “Can I still claim that I don’t know him or has that ship sailed?”

Letting out a mixture between a snort and a laugh, Peter said, “No worries, I stan your humor.”

“You stan it?” Tony made a face as if he’d just bit into a lemon. “I guess I really am an old fart.” 

Deciding to up the ante, Peter said, “But the phrase originates from an ancient Eminem song from the early 2000s, so even you should know it.”

Tony closed his eyes for a sec, his lips silently forming the word ‘ancient’. However, when Peter giggled, the man opened his lids and narrowed his eyes into slits. “Oh, I see… You’re being a brat. Again. Seems like baby boy desperately wants to be taught another lesson, James.”

Oh yes, Peter wanted that.

“Can you even get it up again?” Peter mocked, shivering in anticipation when the two men exchanged a nasty grin. “I mean, it’s only been an hour since you blew your load, and I heard that old men had to–”

He yelped when the two men lunged forward, making Peter topple over. He landed softly on the sofa as his back hit the cushion. A second later, Bucky was already towering over him, grabbing Peter’s chin.

“I think it’s time we teach you how to show respect to your elders,” Bucky said, licking over his lips as he hungrily stared down at Peter. “Tony, I have just the right idea for our young guest.”

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Tony’s face appeared next to Bucky’s. “What idea do you have?”

“Actually... I’m not sure if it actually is a good idea.” Bucky tilted his head, but he kept nailing Peter down with his penetrating look. “I don’t want to break our new toy. Not so soon, at least.”

Peter whimpered, the tent in his pants was embarrassingly visible from how hard he already was. He could barely keep himself from begging them to yes, please, break and destroy him.

Tony smirked. “During the first night, he insisted that he wasn’t petite. Whatever it is you’re thinking of, I’m sure he can take it. Isn’t that right, Pete?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter gasped as he tried to nod, despite Bucky still clutching his chin tightly. He didn’t know why, but every time they started to mess around, he automatically started to call them sir. Thankfully, the two men didn’t seem to mind it, in fact, it was quite the opposite...

“Have you noticed how polite he gets whenever he’s horny?” Tony cooed, reaching forward to palm Peter’s hard bulge. At the touch, Tony let out a snort. “Jesus… We haven’t even touched you yet, boy.”

Before Peter could stop himself, he mumbled, “Well, at least one of us has to be virile.”

A dark shadow cast over Tony’s face, his voice was barely more than a growl when he spoke, “Okay, that does it. Bucky, what should we do with him?”

“There’s too many things on my mind… But most of them would be way more fun if we didn’t have to be careful today,” Bucky mused, letting go of Peter’s chin.

“I don’t care anymore,” Peter breathed, lifting his hips so that he could rub himself against Tony’s hand.

“But you should.” Brows furrowed in concern, Tony forgot all about acting unforgivingly. “If you actually tear down there, then you won’t be able to have sex for a week or so.”

“Tony’s right,” Bucky said, voice also softening. “If we are careful today, we’ll be able to fuck you again – and make you feel good – much sooner.”

Even though he knew they were right, Peter pouted. “Fine.”

A second later, the two older men were already morphing back into character. “This doesn’t mean that we’ll let you off easily,” Tony smirked, getting up from the couch. “James, let’s talk in private for a sec.”

Nodding, Bucky followed suit. Eyes narrowed warningly, he pointed at Peter. “Once we’re back, you better be naked. And don’t touch yourself, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as the men were gone, Peter started to undress himself. Why had he even put his clothes back on in the first place? It’s barely been an hour since he had last been naked… Peter blushed when he noticed that the tip of his cock was already wet from pre-cum. He seriously wondered if it was even normal to be this horny all the time. 

Since Peter didn’t know if Tony and Bucky would appreciate it if he sat down on their expensive-looking couch with his naked butt, he decided to stand and wait for them to come back. As he was standing there, cock bobbing in its horizontal position, the boy started to feel a little self-conscious. He probably looked awkward as fuck... Should he try to touch himself after all? On the one hand, it would make the punishment even worse (which wasn’t exactly a bad thing?), but on the other hand, it would – hopefully – make him look a tad bit more erotic, and less like a misplaced floor lamp.

Before Peter could’ve made up his mind about it, Tony and Bucky returned, smirking.

“See that, James? Bratty boy is ready to be put in his place.”

“Have you touched yourself?” Bucks arched his brow.

“No, sir,” Peter replied. 

“Good boy,” Bucky praised, looking pleased. 

Tony, however, almost seemed to be a little disappointed that Peter had behaved. Grabbing a blanket from the footrest, Tony walked over to the couch and spread it out. Then, he and Bucky undressed, allowing Peter to admire their illicitly hot bodies for the first time since, well, yesterday evening. To Peter’s delight, their cocks weren’t soft anymore either. 

The two husbands gave each other a short, but, nevertheless, hungry kiss before they sat down next to each other, leaving a little bit of space between them. 

“Come here, doll,” Bucky beckoned Peter over.

The second Peter sat down, the older men were on him. At first, all Peter registered was Bucky wildly kissing Peter’s mouth while Tony nibbled and sucked on his neck. Then, they switched. While kissing Peter, the husbands alternated between pinching Peter’s nipples and playing with his cock. They weren’t exactly jerking him off, though… It was more of a tease. 

When Peter’s breathing became faster and hitched, Tony and Bucky seemed to take it as a sign to stop. Peter let out a pretty pathetic whimper, but he didn’t feel as bad as he had earlier when they had actually been edging him.

“Now, now, you didn’t think this was the punishment, did you?” Tony grinned, squeezing Peter’s thigh. 

Even though Peter had completely forgotten for a second that they had promised threatened to punish him, he shook his head and bit down on his bottom lip. He wondered what they had planned… Something really mean, hopefully probably.

Bucky smirked. “Since you’ve been acting like a snotty brat, we think that we should treat you like one. Also, your butt’s already hurting, so–” 

“–We figured it wouldn’t be that bad if we made it even worse. Right?”

Did that mean they wanted to fuck him after all? However, Peter had a feeling that they were talking about something else; something completely different… 

“Um… I guess not? Sir?” Peter spoke tentatively.

Looking pleased, Tony pulled Peter into his lap; sideways, so that Peter was facing Bucky. Then, they maneuvered him around until he was lying on Tony’s lap with his ass up, pretty much confirming Peter’s assumption of what exactly they intended to do. 

“How bad would you say you were, Peter?” Tony asked, placing his hand on Peter’s left ass cheek.

Unable to help himself, Peter responded, “Not bad enough, it seems.”

Bucky let out a mixture between a snort and a growl. “Oh shit. I’d say that makes five more.”

“Sounds good. Fifteen didn’t seem enough to teach him a lesson and make him remember it.”

Peter had a feeling that he would remember this moment for the rest of his life; albeit for different reasons. Jesus Christ, he was so hard…

“Do you think you can take it, pup?” Tony asked, squeezing the plump flesh of Peter’s ass.

“I… guess I have to,” Peter breathed, brain already turning into mush from excitement and arousal. His pain tolerance might be lower than the Mariana Trench, but he wasn’t scared at all. If it got too bad, he knew he could safeword out at any given time. He trusted them. Completely.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Tony said, giving Peter a light slap, at first. The teen yelped, but his cock twitched, showing that the slight pain turned him on. “Just for the record, that one didn’t count,” Tony added. “I was just testing how hard I can go.”

“Haven’t you forgotten something?” Bucky asked his husband, who chuckled.

“Oh, yeah.” Tony leaned over Peter to fetch something from the bundle of clothes. “We don’t want to risk you enjoying this more than you should, so… Ah, here it is.” For a swift second, Peter saw Tony holding some sort of ring. He had a feeling what it was, though, when Tony ordered Peter to lift his hips so that he could fasten it around the base of Peter’s leaking cock. “This should prevent you from accidentally cumming again.”

“Because if you do, this will only get worse,” Bucky added warningly. 

Peter had never worn a cock ring before, but he knew that it didn’t actually prevent a man from having an orgasm altogether. It only helped to drag it out, so it should make it easier for Peter to hold back if he wanted to (spoiler alert: he didn’t want to). 

Once Peter was fully lying down again, Bucky scooted closer until Peter’s face was only inches from his crotch. “We want you to jerk us off while Tony is spanking you. You may use your tongue on me, but please be careful.”

Peter wondered why Bucky cautioned him like that. Of course he would be–

“AH!”

Tony’s first actual slap took Peter by surprise. It hurt, but... it was a good kind of hurt. And so hot. However, Peter had jerked so badly that he now understood why Bucky had asked him to be careful. If he’d had Bucky’s cock in his mouth, he might've unintentionally bit it.

Peter’s butt was still burning when Tony said, a warning growl in his voice, “Didn’t we tell you to jerk us off?”

Oh. Right. 

“Sorry, sir,” Peter mumbled, blushing as he spit onto his hands. 

He moved his left arm to the side and closed his fingers around Tony’s cock. With his right hand, Peter reached forward to grab Bucky’s dick and tilted it towards his mouth. Very carefully, Peter licked over the few inches of Bucky’s shaft that didn’t fit into his hand and stretched his neck so that he could swirl his tongue over the head. 

It was a mean position that Tony and Bucky had placed Peter in because he couldn’t move a lot, and he was so focused on mentally preparing himself for the second slap that he did a pretty sloppy job pleasuring the two men. 

Just when Peter thought that they didn’t seem to mind much, the second slap had him cry out again. His hands clenched around the two cocks that he was grasping, which earned him a third slap.

“You’re lacking concentration,” Tony hissed. “Focus or I’ll do thirty.”

Peter’s skin burned, but he still wouldn’t describe it as actual pain or displeasure. Quite the opposite. His own cock, trapped between Tony’s thighs and Peter’s stomach, was leaking.

Since Tony gave him another break, Peter once more wet his hands and tried to really focus on giving his handjobs. Meanwhile, he started to move his hips a little, subconsciously rutting against Tony’s thigh.

“James, you won’t believe this,” Tony growled after a minute or two. His left hand suddenly grabbed a fistful of Peter’s hair, holding the boy still as Bucky slipped his cock into Peter’s open mouth. “The little brat is humping my leg.”

Bucky chuckled. “Such a needy, selfish slut.”

Peter let out an unintentional moan at getting called out disgraced. He loved it as much as he loved getting praised, which was still confusing as fuck, but... whatever.

“Should we remind you of what will happen if you cum?” Bucky added, snapping his hips forward until his cock hit the back of Peter’s throat. 

Since he couldn’t speak, Peter just attempted to shake his head as much as he could. 

“Is that a no?” Tony asked, pulling on Peter’s hair until Peter’s back was arched uncomfortably. It made Bucky slip out of Peter’s throat, which allowed the teen to talk again.

“It was, sir,” Peter confirmed with a gasp, peering to the left so that he could look at Tony. “You haven’t actually told me what exactly will happen if I cum, so you can’t remind me of it. I... thought you were good with words?”

For a second, Tony was speechless, but then, his lips curled into an amused smirk. “We did tell you that it will get worse if you cum, though.”

Peter was unimpressed. “Yeah, but that was so unspecific that I thought I’d take my chances.”

Tony’s eyes sparkled with lust. “Big mistake, kiddo.” Without elaborating on it, Tony let go of Peter’s hair and ordered him to continue his task. 

Peter was about to refuse, in order to provoke them even more, but since he enjoyed pleasuring the two men way too much, he did wind up going back to jerking them off.

Soon, Tony had smacked Peter three more times, each blow a little harder than the one before. He took a short break between the sixth and seventh, so that Bucky could grab the chance to, once again, bob Peter’s head on his cock until he came; he flooded Peter’s mouth with an impressive amount of cum. 

Peter barely got a chance to recover from it because as soon as Bucky had pulled out, Tony continued to spank Peter, chuckling whenever Peter cried out or groaned in pain.

After the tenth slap, Tony told Peter to get up. “James and I are going to switch.”

When Peter lifted up his aching butt to sit on his calves, he noticed how much pre-cum he had already smeared on Tony’s leg. His cock looked oddly swollen, most likely due to the cock ring that had successfully prevented him from climaxing so far. 

Bucky noticed too. “I think it’s time that we up the ante a little,” he said to Tony.

“Couldn’t agree more,” Tony replied with a curt nod.

Peter barely had time to wonder what they meant when Bucky reached forward and touched the cock ring. Not even a second later, Peter gave a surprised yelp; the ring had started to vibrate.

Oh yes shit.

Smirking, Tony and Bucky switched places and told Peter to lie back down, but on Bucky’s lap, this time. Peter’s hard cock was, once more, trapped between his stomach and Bucky’s thigh. The vibrations felt amazing, but Peter didn’t think that it would help make him climax faster. After all, the ring was still tight and secured around a spot on his body that wasn’t that sensitive… Which meant that Peter would be doomed to suffer constant stimulation without getting any release anytime soon…

Ignoring Peter’s pitiful moans, Tony grabbed Peter’s chin and fed him his cock. For a couple of minutes, Bucky didn’t do anything, apart from quietly kneading and squeezing Peter’s buttocks, but as soon as Tony pulled out of Peter’s mouth, Bucky’s hand came down on Peter’s ass. Hard. 

Tears started to build in Peter’s eyes as he tried to breathe calmly. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have pushed his luck. The pain radiating from his buttocks had reached a level that made Peter wonder if he could actually take the full punishment like he had boasted. 

And yet… Peter was so turned on that he wanted – needed – more. 

Almost desperately, Peter started to rut his hips again, moaning and gasping as his trapped cock was dragged over Bucky’s thigh. Bucky punished him by slapping Peter’s ass three more times, but Peter didn’t stop. It felt like he was close, but he still couldn’t orgasm. Not like that, at least.

Apparently fed up with Peter’s inability to do what they had asked of him, Tony grabbed Peter’s left hand and put it on his cock. He used Peter’s hand to jerk himself off, reducing Peter to nothing more than a sex toy. It made Peter feel so used and objectified that he almost came after all. Except, the fucking cock ring prevented him from doing so.

“P-Please…” Peter begged, lifting his head to glance at Tony, and then at Bucky. “Please take– AH!”

Bucky shut him up with another harsh slap. With an unforgiving look, Bucky served the last five blows in one go, turning Peter into a whimpering, trembling, and crying mess. As soon as Bucky was done, Tony stopped using Peter’s hand as a flashlight and helped Bucky manhandle Peter around until he was lying on his back; on his burning ass. 

Peter cried out when Bucky closed his hand around Peter’s swollen, throbbing cock and circled the head with his thumb. 

“I gotta say, you did take the punishment really well...” Bucky began.

“But not well enough,” Tony finished.

“Yeah. You did a terrible job doing what we asked you to do.”

“That’s why we have one more challenge for you.” Tony made a dramatic pause and glanced down at Peter with a sinister looking grin. “If you manage to hold back until I’ve cum, then you’ll be forgiven. However, if you cum before me–”

“–Then you won’t get to cum again for the rest of your stay,” Bucky ended, making Peter shudder. 

They wouldn’t… would they?!

“I-I won’t cum, sirs,” Peter gulped. Of course, the second he’d said it, he suddenly felt even closer to his orgasm than before. It was a more pressing feeling, too… As if the ring was about to fail its purpose.

“Well, then… Good luck, doll.” With a twisted grin, Bucky moved the cock ring from the base of Peter’s cock to his sensitive head. 

Peter let out a scream. Up here, the cock ring was completely useless for holding off his orgasm; instead, the vibrations set Peter’s whole body on fire, bringing him dangerously close to the edge in a matter of seconds.

“You should’ve asked to be read the fine print,” Tony laughed, pinching Peter’s nipples. “As a matter of fact, I didn’t even specify when I’m going to touch myself. You’ll just have to do better than that if you want to outsmart us, young one.”

Peter whimpered even more pitifully than earlier. He was greatly upset with himself for making such a stupid mistake. He really should’ve known better… 

“Please, I– I’m sorry.” In sheer desperation, Peter reached up and fumbled for Tony’s cock hovering a few inches over his head. Since Tony didn’t object, Peter began to pump Tony’s dick erratically. 

Unfortunately, the sloppy handjob didn’t manage to distract Peter from the tightness in his balls or the overwhelming pleasure that had built in his groin. With every second that passed, Peter became more desperate. He couldn’t hold it anymore.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, Peter started babbling, “Please, no, yes, please… pleasepleaseple– Oh god!”

Peter knew he had lost when Bucky wrapped his hand around Peter’s length and started to suck the tip into his mouth. With a choked, defeated cry, Peter’s toes curled, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He let go of Tony’s cock, hands turning slack as his hips bucked up while he came in Bucky’s mouth.

Well…

Fuck.

The vibrations stopped, but Peter’s body was still shuddering and jerking when Tony let out a grunt. A second later, Peter felt warm drops dripping down onto his face and chest; sorrow rushed through him. If only he had managed to hold back ten seconds longer…

‘This isn’t fair,’ Peter thought as he opened his tired lids and saw that Tony and Bucky were smiling down at him smugly, clearly gloating over Peter’s defeat.

“Lesson learned?” Tony asked, brushing away a few sweaty curls from Peter’s forehead.

All Peter could do was stare dazedly up at them, trying to figure out the answer to that question. Had he?  

“From the looks of it, I don’t think he has," Bucky eventully answere for him. With a chuckle, the man reached forward to cup Peter’s cheek. “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun with you, doll.”

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“We’re going to have so much fun with you, doll.”

Was that a threat or a promise?

Considering that Peter had lost the challenge and was now facing a punishment of not receiving any more orgasms until the end of his stay, he was leaning towards the first option. He didn’t mind getting edged and teased – quite the opposite – but not letting him cum at all would be torture... And not the good kind – the mean kind that Peter didn’t think he wanted; didn’t think he could handle.

Peter’s inner conflict seemed to show on his face because Tony furrowed his brows. “You okay, Pete? Do you want to take a break?”

Should he tell them what he was anxious about? Peter didn’t want to look like a fool in front of them… Also, he did lose the challenge; it didn’t matter whether the husbands had played fair or not…

But then, Peter had an idea. 

“Actually… A break sounds good,” Peter smiled, thankful for the suggestion. He had to use the bathroom anyway.

With an understanding nod, Tony freed Peter from the cock ring while Bucky, once again, cleaned Peter’s face and chest with a dish towel; Peter’s stomach fluttered as they did so. He loved how they took care of him, and it made him feel valued and loved appreciated.

Once he was clean, Peter grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom. Even though Tony and Bucky were dressed as well when Peter came back, they seemed a little disappointed that he had put his clothes back on. Time to turn the tables... 

“Are you going somewhere?” Tony chuckled when Peter grabbed his jacket from the kitchen counter and walked towards the hall. 

“I am. As I said earlier, I think it’s time to go home,” Peter said, trying to sound confident. He could barely hold back a grin when the two men came over right away, looking confused. 

“But… I thought we talked about this?” Bucky asked with a frown.

Tony nodded and tilted his head. “Yeah. You prom– you said that you would stay until your boiler is fixed. We already told you that it didn’t matter if it took a few days.”

“I know, but the superintendent just confirmed that it will be fixed soon,” Peter lied. “Also, I forgot that I had scheduled an appointment with someone, so… yeah. Thanks for letting me stay, though. I really enjoyed my visit, but it’s time to end it.”

Tony and Bucky looked like two overgrown children who just got their favorite candies taken away from them. 

It was Bucky who recovered first. “Don’t you want to take another shower, at least?”

“No, thank you. I washed myself in the bathroom and will take a shower at home.”

“Oh… Okay,” Bucky said, disappointed. “Anyways, thank you for dropping by and… You are welcome back any time, Peter.”

Tony swallowed thickly before he added, “Absolutely. If you want to, uh, hang out again, just give us a call. Anytime. Okay? ”

It was hard for Peter to keep a straight face when he nodded. “I will. Thank you so much.” He reached for the door knob and turned it. “See you.” 

Tony and Bucky still looked a little befuddled when Peter opened the door and slipped out, leaving them without any sort of ‘proper’ goodbye (whatever that would even be…). Smirking, Peter walked up to the elevator and pressed the button. Since he didn’t know if Tony and Bucky were watching him via their surveillance system monitoring the door, he actually stepped into the elevator cabin and waited for the doors to close. To Peter’s misfortune, someone called the elevator a few seconds later, so the cabin set in motion and started to move down. 

Avoiding looking at the couple who joined him on level 15, Peter waited until they left the elevator down in the parking garage before pressing the button for the penthouse level. A minute later, he was standing in front of Tony’s and Bucky’s door, knocking. His heart was beating rapidly, but after a couple of anxious moments, the door opened, revealing Bucky’s face.

“Hi,” Bucky said, sounding surprised. “Did you forget something?”

Suddenly, Peter was worried. Would they be mad at him?

“Actually…” Peter gathered his courage and took a deep breath. “You said that I was welcome back anytime, so… I’m back.” When Bucky’s eyes wided, Peter quickly added, “U-Unless you don’t want me to be back. Um... I mean, I can go home and, uh, call you, so you can tell me when you have time again, and then I can tell you if I have time, and–”

“Breathe, kid,” Tony’s voice came from behind Bucky. A second later, he appeared in the doorway as well, smiling softly. “Does this mean that you changed your mind as soon as you were gone?” They stepped aside to let Peter in. 

Letting out a relieved breath, Peter entered the penthouse and grinned mischievously. “Technically, no. I always meant to come back right away.”

Whereas Bucky lifted his brown questioningly, Tony narrowed his eyes to slits. “Why?” 

Here it goes… “Because you said that you wouldn’t let me cum again for the rest of my stay. So, I decided to end it early. You never specified that I couldn’t come to visit you again straight away.” 

For a while, neither Bucky nor Tony said a word. They were silently gawking at Peter, not moving except for the blinking of their eyes. 

Then, Bucky spoke, and his voice sounded as amused as it sounded dangerous, “You lied to us.”

“I tricked you,” Peter corrected. “Just like you had done. An eye for an eye, right?”

“Uh-uh.” Tony shook his head. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he managed to keep a straight, strict face. “You claimed that you had an appointment and that your boiler would get fixed soon. We, on the other hand, never lied to you. The only reason that we didn’t specify the terms of the challenge was because you didn’t bother to ask.”

True, the boiler had been a lie, but Peter had lied about that since he had accidentally let it slip yesterday. Also, it was more of an emergency lie… He just didn’t want the husbands to worry about it. 

So, Peter decided not to give in too easily. “I actually do have an appointment, but I’m more than ready to postpone it. However, if you’re honest, it doesn’t matter whether I might have bent the truth a little or not. The reasons I gave you for wanting to leave neither changes the fact that I would’ve left in any case, nor that you two fell for my trick. Unless… Are you telling me that you would have, like, forced me to stay if I hadn’t given you a valid reason as to why I wanted to leave?”

“If you’re doomed to freeze in your apartment, then yes, we would have forced you to stay,” Tony said, looking deadly serious.

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, grinning. “We’d have just wrapped you in so many fluffy blankets that you wouldn’t have been able to move anymore.”

As moved as Peter was by that, his stomach also clenched in remorse. As it seemed, he would need to continue to lie to them… or move in with May until he had the money to get the boiler fixed. Because there was no way that Peter wanted to be a burden for Tony and Bucky for more than a couple of days. No matter how often they told him that he wasn’t a burden, he was; eventually, they would realize it as well.

Since Peter kept silent, Bucky added, “But we can discuss this later. Is anyone else as hungry as me?”

Tony’s gaze still lingered on Peter. “Now that you mention it, I’m starving. What about you, Pete? Wanna grab a bite somewhere?”

With all that had already happened today, Peter wouldn’t be surprised if they had something dirty on their minds again. “You mean… have lunch at a restaurant?” he inquired, only to blush when Tony and Bucky exchanged a puzzled look. “I-I mean, sure, sounds great.”

“Wait, did you think we were referring to a blowjob?” Bucky laughed. “Oh man, we’ve totally corrupted that sweet, innocent mind of yours, haven't we?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Peter hastened himself to say. “I, um, have always had a, uh, dirty mind.”

“Sure you did,” Tony scoffed and grabbed a winter coat from the hanger. 

A few minutes later, they exited the building. Tony suggested going to the Trattoria Dell’Arte, which was a restaurant that was only a minute’s walk away. The place was crowded, but one of the waiters - who seemed to know Tony pretty well - immediately led them to an empty table for four at the back of the restaurant. Some of the other guests seemed to recognize Tony when they were walking past them, but to Peter’s relief, nobody stood up to ask for a photo or an autograph. Maybe that’s something people only wanted from typical celebrities like movie stars, athletes, or famous singers, and not from billionaire masterminds, no matter how famous they were.

After taking off their coats, Tony and Bucky sat down next to each other, so Peter took the seat opposite of Bucky. He winced a little as his ass touched the chair; it was still burning from the spanking.

“Il solito, Antonio?” the waiter asked once they were properly seated.

“Do you like white wine?” Tony looked at Peter, eyebrows raising questioningly.

“He is not 21 yet, Tony,” Bucky reminded Tony, speaking so quietly that only Peter could hear him.

“Right, right. Um. Il doppio del solito,” Tony told the waiter in what sounded like perfect Italian. “And… Pete, what do you want?”

Peter was tempted to say ‘tap water’, because of how broke he was, but he knew that it would be very weird. “Um… Pepsi is fine. Thank you.”

As soon as the waiter had left, Tony beamed at Peter. “I know we got a little distracted earlier, but I’d still love to hear more about your interest in science.”

“Sure,” Peter said excitedly. “What do you want to talk about? Engineering? Physics? Biomechanics? Biochemics?”

Before Tony could respond, Bucky stopped another waiter who was moving past their table. “Can you bring me a glass of Bourbon, please?” he asked with a slightly pained expression.

Ignoring Bucky, Tony said to Peter, “Considering that you studied my thesis on the electromagnetic theory of surface-enhanced Raman spectroscopy, I would love to hear your opinion on it.”

“Actually, make it a double, please,” Bucky called after the waiter, grinning when Tony snorted loudly. “What? You can’t expect me to sit here with you two nerds and stay sober.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you are obnoxiously rude, honey?”

“No. Usually, people just tell me how outrageously handsome I am.”

“Ha! You wish.”

Before Bucky could snap back at his husband, Peter mumbled with his eyes fixed on Bucky’s shirt, “Sorry, I didn’t mean– W-We can talk about something else.” He neither wanted the couple to fight, nor Bucky to feel left out because of him.

“Huh?” Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion before it seemed to dawn on him. “Oh! Oh, no, no, no, no, Peter, please… oh god.” Cheeks turning pink, Bucky leaned forward and put his thumb unter Peter’s chin. He lifted Peter’s head until Peter made eye contact with him. “I didn’t mean it, I was just joking around.”

“Totally,” Tony agreed. “We usually both get drunk in order to bear each other’s presence. ”

“Tony,” Bucky growled warningly. “Stop confusing the poor kid.”

“You started it.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky gave Peter a soft smile. “I promise you that I was just joking around. One of the reasons why I fell in love with this dork over there is because he is a fucking genius who forgets everything and everyone around him once his brain switches to science mode. And you can bet your cute little twink ass that I am very impressed – not to mention, turned on – by the fact that you seem to be a brainiac yourself.”

Peter felt heat flashing to the nape of his neck; whether it was because he was embarrassed or because he felt flattered, he didn’t know. 

“And, just for the record, one of the reasons why I fell in love with this punk over there is because he puts up with my sarcasm,” Tony smirked. Then, he became more serious and smiled at Peter just as fondly as Bucky. “All jesting aside, James is the one who keeps me grounded. He isn’t afraid to tell me when I’m being a jerk, and, although we might bicker a lot, it’s what we both need.”

Peter sighed in relief. Just like earlier in the penthouse, they hadn’t actually been arguing. “So… it’s okay if we geek out for a few minutes?”

“Please do,” Bucky said softly. “I might not understand a word, but it will be very wholesome to watch you two verbally jerk each other off… Getting drunk is just a bonus,” he added with a grin when the waiter appeared next to their table, serving not just the doubled Bourbon, but also the two glasses of wine that Tony had ordered. 

The blush on Peter deepened, but if the waiter had heard Bucky’s comment about Tony and Peter ‘verbally jerking each other off’, he didn’t let it show. With a friendly smile, the waiter handed them the menu and left again.

Just like Peter had feared, there wasn’t a proper meal on the menu that he could afford. He only had 91 dollars and 12 cents left for the rest of month (12 days, to be exact, meaning he could only afford to spend 7 dollars and 59 cents every day), and he still hadn’t bought a Christmas present for May or gotten his boiler fixed. The money he got from his scholarship was barely enough for his rent, and Peter still didn’t have a ‘job’, apart from tutoring Harry. He still had 562 dollars in a savings account that Ben had opened for Peter before he had died, but those were for absolute emergencies only. Granted, one could possibly argue that being in danger of freezing to death due to a broken boiler was such an absolute emergency, but Peter figured that he had enough hoodies and blankets to deal with it somehow. Especially because he’d had the nerve to spend 25 precious dollars on that sex toy yesterday, but Peter felt that it had been a very worthwile investm–

“Peter?”

“Huh?” Caught off guard, Peter’s cheeks grew hot, yet again, (maybe this was the solution for his boiler problem; he just needed to get embarrassed every other minute to stay warm) and he looked up from the menu. Tony, Bucky, and the waiter were staring at him questioningly. Oh.

“We asked if you were ready to order or if you still needed a few moments,” Bucky said.

“I think he still needs a few minutes, Roman,” Tony told the waiter, but Peter quickly shook his head.

“No, no. I, uh, I-I’ll take the… toasted garlic bread, please.” It was the cheapest starter on the menu and cost ‘only’ eight dollars, which was somewhat tolerable in Peter’s eyes.

A few silent seconds passed before Tony prompted, “What else?”

“Nothing,” Peter said, praying that he wouldn’t blush again. “I’m still full from breakfast.”

The two older men looked at him with puzzled expressions. 

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked.

“Yes,” Peter affirmed. 

Tony shrugged. “Well… We can share with you or reorder if you change your mind.”

Whereas Tony ordered a shrimp cocktail, for starters, and a New York Strip Steak, Bucky ordered halibut and lobster ravioli. After the waiter had left, Tony and Bucky took a sip of their wine. Nodding approvingly, Tony asked Peter if he wanted to taste it. 

Before Peter could even think of declining, Bucky snubbed, “What part of ‘He is not 21 yet’ did you not understand?”

Tony looked at Bucky for a second, only to immediately turn back to Peter. “Not even a sip?”

Peter tried to hold back his laughter while Bucky said, louder and more determined than before, “Tony, you’re not acting like a responsible adult right now.”

Now, Tony actually turned his attention to his husband. “Come on, we both know how ridiculous and out of character it would be if I were acting like a ‘responsible adult’.” 

“Can you just try to be responsible, for once?”

“Just wait until I tell Thor that you are acting like a party pooper.”

Peter silently began to ask himself who the fuck was called Thor just as Bucky let out an exasperated groan. “Not the time, Tony.”

“I’m just saying that when I was Peter’s age, I was getting drunk all the time,” Tony said stubbornly. “Some of those parties at MIT were the best nights of my life.”

“You mean those parties where you stayed sober enough to actually have fun and still remember it the next day?” Bucky asked cynically. “Because I’m pretty sure that Rhodey said that you usually passed out on one of the couches or on some guy you had intended to fuck.”

“Oh… right. Ah, the good old times,” Tony sighed and grinned before turning back to Peter. “I’m sorry, Pete. I guess it is possible to have fun at parties without getting completely wasted, I just haven’t mastered the skill yet.”

“It’s okay,” Peter laughed. He hesitated for a moment, but then he decided to tell them. “To be honest, it’s not like I have never drunk alcohol before. Not often, and I only really got drunk once.”

“Oooh, I wanna hear all the dirty details,” Tony said, leaning forward in anticipation.

Somehow, Peter doubted that. “Well… It happened during the high school graduation party that one of my classmates hosted in the summer. I didn’t mean to get this drunk, at first, but…” Peter stopped himself before he said too much; he didn’t want Tony and Bucky to know what a fool he had made of himself that evening… let alone how naïve and fucking stupid he had been … “Yeah, um, I just felt the need to, like, forget everything for a moment.”

Bucky frowned. “This… sounds a little depressing, Pete.”

It was. “No, no, it’s, uh… I just found out that the guy I had a crush on didn’t feel the same way as I did. But it’s fine, really. I’m completely over it– over him, I mean.”

Bucky flashed Peter a soft smile. “Well, he’s definitely an idiot for missing out on what could’ve been the best thing in his life. Bad for him–”

“–But good for us,” Tony finished.

Peter was so moved that his eyes started to burn. Why were they so sweet to him? Didn’t they know that he would let them fuck him even if they didn’t give him compliments and stuff?

“That’s very– Thank you,” Peter said quietly, voice thick with emotion. 

He was saved from further embarrassment (like actually starting to cry like a sissy) when Tony’s shrimp cocktail was served. Tony insisted to share with Bucky and Peter, and since Peter’s mouth watered at the mere sight of it, he eventually dared to help himself to a shrimp or two. 

While eating the shrimp cocktail, Tony restarted the discussion about surface-enhanced Raman spectroscopy. Peter was so awed by the fact that he was talking about this kind of stuff with one of his science idols that he turned into a babbling, starstruck fanboy, completely forgetting that Tony wasn’t just balls deep into the discussion, but that Tony had already been balls deep into Peter’s ass as well. 

After thirty minutes, the main course – and Peter’s garlic bread – were served. He felt a little pathetic just sitting here with his bread while Tony and Bucky had actual meals in front of them, but, just like earlier, Tony and Bucky offered to share; rather, they insisted to. They acted deaf whenever Peter tried to tell them that he was ‘fine’ or ‘not that hungry’ as they constantly loaded chunks of steak and ravioli onto his plate. Since they also refused to take it back, Peter eventually gave up and ate whatever landed on his plate. 

When all three plates were finished, Peter’s stomach was filled more than it had been in a very long time. For dessert, Tony and Bucky began to share the glass of Bourbon. After the second sip, Bucky leaned forward and smirked at Peter. 

“So,” he said in a final sounding tone, as though they had just had a lengthy discussion. “Will you come back to the apartment with us, like you had initially promised, or do you want to keep your alleged appointment with whomsoever?”

“It’s not an alleged appointment,” Peter inisted. “I told my aunt that I’d drop by her place later in the afternoon, but, as I said, I’m ready to postpone it.”

“So, you’ll stay for a couple more days?” Tony asked hopefully. 

It was evident how happy it would make the two husbands, but Peter didn’t want to make the same mistake as earlier. “I would love to, but… only if you two agree that this will not be a continuation of my last stay, but the start of a new one.” 

Looking as though he knew that Peter was referring to his ‘no more orgasms’ punishment, Tony let out a snort. Lowering his voice just a tiny bit, he said, “Fine, but you do know that your pleasure is still up to us, right? Like… if we don’t want you to cum, then you won’t. Simple as that.”

”But…” Peter bit down on his bottom lip. Didn’t they know that his pants were already getting embarrassingly tight at what they were insinuating? “Look,” he continued in a slightly desperate voice. “You said I would have to do better if I wanted to outsmart you, and… I took that advice to heart. So, if anything, it’s kind of your own fault that I tricked you.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “What did you just say?” he said with mock outrage. When Peter only grinned sheepishly, Tony huffed, “You better take that back if you don’t want me to–”

“Let it go, babe,” Bucky laughed. “Peter obviously hasn’t learned his lesson yet, but he did win this round. So, I think he deserves to cum again, don’t you think?”

After exchanging one of their infamous looks with each other, Tony fixed his eyes back on Peter. “You know what? You’re right, James. We should give him all the orgasms that he wants…” The corner’s of Tony’s mouth curled up into a mean grin as he added, “And a few more.”

The way the two older men were staring down at him made Peter shiver. Whatever Tony meant with that, he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be too good for him…

… But boy, was he ready for it.

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Peter was glad that Tony and Bucky finished their glass of Bourbon a few minutes later. His erection was pressing against the insides of his jeans uncomfortably, and he couldn’t wait to find out what the husbands had planned for him.

When Tony called for the check, Peter quickly calculated his share, making sure to add a few dollars for the tip. Just when Peter took out his wallet, Tony handed the waiter – Roman – his credit card. Since Peter neither wanted to interrupt the conversation that Tony and Bucky struck up with Roman, nor sit there fidgeting with his twenty dollar bill, he carefully reached across the table and put the bill on Tony’s phone. 

A minute or so later, Roman left with a cheerful, ‘Arrivederci’.

“A presto e cordiali saluti,” Tony waved and turned to grab his phone. “What’s that?” he asked, hand hovering in mid-air as his index finger curled and pointed at the bill. He looked as though he’d never seen a twenty dollar bill before (which, Peter thought, might not even be that far fetched considering how fucking rich Tony was).

“It’s twenty dollars,” Peter said, blushing when Tony shot him a slightly irritated look.

“I know, smartass, but why is it lying on my phone?”

“Because I owe you 16 dollars and 52 cents for my meal and my share of the tip,” Peter explained.

Tony opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “I'm just gonna pretend that you didn't say that.”

“But–” Peter began, only to be cut off by Bucky.

“It’s okay, Peter,” Bucky smiled and handed Peter back his money. “You were invited.”

“But you already made me pancakes,” Peter protested, only to realize that neither of the two older men were listening. Instead, they stood up and slipped into their coats. With a sigh, Peter put the bill back into his wallet before standing up as well, hoping that his erection wasn’t visible. “Thank you for the meal,” he mumbled, flashing Tony a grateful smile.

“Don’t mention it.” Tony reached out as if to cup Peter’s cheek, but, at the very last moment, he stopped, probably remembering that they were in public. “Uh… Let’s go, shall we?”

Together, they left the restaurant and crossed the street to head back to Tony’s and Bucky’s building. In the lobby, Tony made a quick stop at the concierge. Peter was very touched when he heard Tony tell the concierge that Peter was ‘always welcome’ to visit and, therefore, should be put ‘on the list’.

“Now you can go straight to the elevator whenever you come over,” Bucky explained, leading Peter towards the very elevator he mentioned. 

Tony joined them just as the cabin arrived. The second the elevator doors closed behind them, Bucky grabbed Peter and pinned him against the mirrored back wall of the cabin. 

“Ready for dessert, doll?”

Peter gasped and nodded eagerly, but when Bucky leaned down to kiss him, Peter suddenly became aware of the garlic that he’d eaten that was still sitting heavily on his tongue. He turned his head, making Bucky kiss his cheek instead. 

“Can I… brush my teeth first?” Peter asked apologetically, trying to get some more space between Bucky’s face and his own. Hopefully the rest of him didn’t reek of garlic too…

Bucky looked at him in puzzlement for a couple of seconds, then he chuckled. “If you want to, sure.”

Only now did Peter realize that he didn’t bring a toothbrush with him. In fact, he hadn’t brushed his teeth since yesterday morning, and he was still wearing the same clothes as the day before; including his underwear. 

Gross.

“A-Actually, I just realized– Um, is it okay if I head to my apartment for a sec? Like… If I’m gonna stay here for a couple more days, then I should probably get some clothes.”

Next to Bucky, Tony snorted loudly. “Oh my sweet boy… You must be really naïve if you think you’re going to wear very many clothes while you’re staying with us.”

Heat flushed to Peter’s cheeks, and his cock gave a pathetic twitch inside its prison. Fair enough. “But… I didn’t even bring my toothbrush.”

Bucky chuckled. “We have a spare one. Would that be okay for you?”

With a bing, the elevator came to a halt. Feeling stupid that he’d made such a fuss about this and, as a result, ruined what could’ve been a hot elevator make-out session, Peter nodded. “Yeah, sure. Sorry for being weird and all.”

“Okay, new rule: for as long as you’re here, you’re not allowed to talk yourself down,” Tony said, flashing Peter a stern look as they stepped out of the elevator. “You’re a precious – and quite tasty – cinnamon roll. Can we agree on that?”

Peter was what? Stirred and a tad bit amused, Peter grinned sheepishly. “Um… Thank you. I can try, but… Just in case I forget, will I get punished?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but Tony beat him to it. “Careful, honey… I’m starting to have a feeling that the little shit has a thing for being punished.”

Okay, so now Peter was a little shit again? 

“And giving us a reason to punish him would be bad because…?” Snorting, Bucky unlocked the door. “I don’t know about you, babe, but I enjoy making him cry.”

Bucky winked at Peter, who shivered. Peter couldn’t wait to get out of his winter jacket because he was starting to feel unpleasantly warm.

“Yeah, but if he wants to be punished, then it’s not really a punishment anymore,” Tony responded, hanging up his coat before helping Peter out of his jacket. “It would be more of a reward. Besides, I don’t want him to talk badly about himself.”

Bucky sighed. “Neither do I. I guess you’re right, but what do you suggest doing about this in case he does ‘forget’?”

When Tony hummed thoughtfully, Peter decided to chime in; all this talk about punishing him was getting him way too excited. “I have a suggestion for you: Discuss this after giving me the ‘dessert’ that you promised me? "  

Whereas Tony flashed Peter a sharp look, Bucky said in a mocking voice, “I thought you wanted to brush your teeth first?”

“Uh… right.” Fail. To Peter’s displeasure, he blushed again. “Where, um, can I find the spare toothbrush?”

“Guest bathroom, inside the mirrored cabinet.” Bucky pointed at the corridor. “The guest room is behind the second door on the left.”

Mumbling a sheepish ‘Thank you’, Peter made his way to the bathroom. While he was looking forward to finally brushing his teeth, he’d also give a lot to be able to turn into a spider and scuttle back to the entrance hall so that he could eavesdrop on the husband’s plans for him. Then again, not knowing was part of the fun, wasn’t it?

In the guest bathroom, Peter was quickly reminded that whatever Tony and Bucky were planning to do to him was probably something they’d already done with multiple other people before him. Peter found that they didn’t have just one spare toothbrush sitting around in the cabinet, but eight. It seemed like they were used to having guests spending the night unexpectedly. Even if they had never met someone from the hooker app before Peter, like they had said, they had surely hooked up with other young guys before. Guys, who were surely much better looking than Peter was. 

Trying to swallow down his disappointment (what exactly was he upset about?!), Peter took one of the toothbrushes and urged himself not to ruin this – whatever ‘this’ even was – by feeling jealous about something he had no right to be jealous of. Sure, it was nice to pretend that he was as special to Tony and Bucky as they were to him, but he wasn’t, and that’s nothing he could blame Tony and Bucky for. Peter wasn’t their first, and he wouldn’t be their last. Precious cinnamon roll or not, Peter was just one of many other guys they liked to welcome into their bed; Peter just happened to be the one to have time the weekend before Christmas. 

Once he had finished brushing his teeth, Peter splashed cold water onto his face and took a few calm breaths. There was no need to overthink or worry about something that he couldn’t change anyways. This weekend, it didn’t matter how many other guys there were. This weekend, Peter was the one the husbands had invited over, and he would be absolutely mad if he didn’t enjoy it for what it was worth and for however long it lasted.

Feeling a little bit more confident again, Peter left the guest room. To his surprise, Tony and Bucky weren’t waiting in the bedroom for him. They were sitting on the sofa, looking busy – and bored at the same time – as they were scrolling on their phones. 

Hm.

Tony looked up when Peter stepped closer. “There you are. Wanna join us?” The man patted the cushion between Bucky and him.

Nodding happily, Peter sat down. He half expected the two older men to jump him just like they had done in the morning, so he was a little confused when Tony and Bucky continued to look at their phones. Maybe something from work had come up? 

Since Peter didn’t want to disturb them, he patiently waited for them to finish whatever they were doing. And waited… and waited… 

After what felt like an hour – but was only a couple of minutes, according to the fancy wall clock next to the TV – Peter started fidgeting in his seat. He’d never been someone who could sit still for long, especially when he was needy as fuck. What was taking them so long?!

From the corner of his eyes, Peter glanced at Tony’s screen, and then at Bucky’s. It seemed like Tony was reading some article on a news website, whereas Bucky was texting someone. Was this really more important than fucking him?

After another ten minutes, Peter couldn’t take it anymore. As silently as possible, he cleared his throat and asked, “What, uh, are you guys doing?”

Tony shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing much. Just reading.”

“And I’m texting with a friend,” Bucky added.

The silence that followed plunged Peter into a crisis. Should he sit tight and wait until the husbands remember about dessert or should he make the first move? How did people even make the first move? Should he just… reach over to Tony’s and Bucky’s crotches? Wouldn’t that be weird? Like… What if they weren’t in the mood right now? If they weren’t, and if Peter just groped them, then they could–

“Are you okay, doll?” came Bucky’s voice from Peter’s right.

Startled, Peter turned to look at Bucky and saw that the man winked at him. “Huh?”

“It’s just, we can hear you thinking,” Tony said to Peter’s left, sounding amused. His lips were curled up in a smirk, but his eyes were still glued to his screen. “What are you puzzling your pretty little head over?”

Heat flashed to the nape of Peter’s neck as he tried to play it down. “It’s, um… nothing, I just…” Be a brat. They like it when you are. “I, uh, was wondering if your phones are really that much more important than the dessert that you promised me.”

Finally. Tony put his phone down, grinning wider as he leaned over to caress Peter’s cheek. “Now, now, has nobody ever told you that you shouldn’t eat so soon right after brushing your teeth?”

Peter gasped when, a second later, Bucky reached over with his human hand and pressed it firmly on Peter’s crotch; apparently, it was that easy to make the first move. 

“Yeah, that’s not really healthy for your teeth,” Bucky teased, fondling Peter's trapped erection.

Realizing that they’d planned this all along, Peter felt both annoyed and amused. “Ha-ha,” he said dryly. “You two are really–” The rest of his words were swallowed by Tony, who trapped Peter’s lips in a demanding kiss. 

Moaning loudly, Peter let Tony’s tongue take control – not that he would be able to lead, even if he wanted to, and certainly not with Bucky’s hand groping his cock like that – and lost himself in the desire that fogged his brain. Intuitively, Peter began to push his hips forward, rubbing himself against Bucky’s hand. When Tony broke the kiss after a couple of minutes, Peter barely had time to catch his breath before Bucky claimed Peter’s lips. Tony latched on to the left side of Peter’s neck, scratching over Peter’s skin with his teeth before biting down. Peter’s yelp was muffled by Bucky’s mouth, but the pain soon turned to pleasure when Tony started to suck.

When the two older men drew back, Peter felt dizzy from arousal. Why did his brain always turn to mush whenever they kissed him? Was this even normal?

Tony stared at Peter with a burning hunger. “Before we continue, are you sure that you want your dessert now?”

Of course, Bucky chose this exact moment to grope Peter’s cock particularly hard. “Yes, sir,” Peter gasped, bucking his hips forward. “Yes, please.”

Tony glanced at Bucky. “You heard him, darling. Can you fetch it, please?”

Peter whined when Bucky removed his hand, only to gasp again when Tony’s hand took over. It was really fortunate that Peter had already had two orgasms today or he would be in serious danger of cumming in his pants before they even got started. Even though Tony’s hand was extremely distracting, Peter couldn’t help but ponder about what Bucky was fetching – Another sex toy, perhaps? Peter couldn’t see where Bucky was heading from where he was seated; not without turning his head, which he couldn’t do due to Tony gripping his chin tightly as he leaned in for yet another kiss. 

They kissed until Peter could feel the cushion move to his right, signaling Bucky’s return. “Here you go,” Bucky said, placing something onto Peter’s knees. Peter couldn’t see it, but it seemed to be long and… curved…

As soon Tony let go of Peter’s chin, the boy turned his head, feeling confident that he would be seeing a dildo. Well, not quite.

“A… banana?” Peter asked incredulously. 

Bucky curled his brows, looking confused. “You asked for a dessert, didn’t you?”

“Do you want something else? We might have some cookies lying around somewhere,” Tony voiced earnestly. 

Peter had never been more confused in his life. They were either teasing him terribly or the banana was part of some kinky game that Peter wasn’t sure he would be comfortable with. Waste of food and all that…

“But I thought–” Peter started, but stopped before he made a fool of himself. If they were playing him, then he could play them as well. “Actually, I love bananas. Thank you,” Peter said empathically, grabbing the banana. Tony and Bucky exchanged a glance, but they said nothing, so Peter started peeling it and lifted it to his lips. Hoping that he wouldn’t look really stupid, Peter gathered his courage and licked over the tip. A shadow cast over the husbands’ eyes, so Peter didn’t waste much time before he wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked it into his mouth. 

Tony and Bucky watched him silently for a couple of seconds before Tony groaned. “Did you really have to bring him a banana of all things?” 

“You said to bring him something to eat,” Bucky protested. “It was the first thing I found. How would I have known that he’d give it a fucking blowjob?”

“I have a feeling that this boy’s gonna suck anything cock-like that gets under his nose. Isn’t that right, Pete?” With a lascivious smirk, Tony slid his hand over Peter’s shirt and gave his right nipple a harsh pinch.

Peter squeaked and almost choked on the banana. Pulling his mouth off, he coughed and tried to keep a straight face. “I mean, I’d rather have it be your cocks, but if you decide to play dumb, so can I.”

Growling, Bucky grabbed a fistful of Peter’s hair. “Careful, doll,” he whispered in Peter’s ear. “The hole you’re digging for yourself is getting deeper and deeper.”

Peter snorted. “Oh please, you haven’t even served the first punishment you pro– you threatened me with.”

As Bucky bared his teeth, Tony snatched the banana away from Peter. “Alright, let’s stop this nonsense. If you don’t move your perfect little twink butt to the bedroom right now, we’ll have sex without you.”

Now this is more like it… Yet, Peter didn’t move. “Why don’t you make me?” he asked daringly. 

Tony and Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. Before Peter knew what was happening, Bucky scooped him up as if he weighed nothing and tossed Peter over his shoulder. It gave Peter a perfect view of Bucky’s plump ass, but he wasn’t able to admire it for long. As fast as he could, Bucky hurried into the master bedroom, where he flung Peter onto the bed and crawled onto the mattress himself; Tony followed soon after.

They stripped Peter in seconds. Shivering with anticipation, Peter lay there with his fully erect, leaking cock as he looked up at the two men who were towering over him. Once more, he wondered why Tony and Bucky didn’t bother to get naked themselves. Peter assumed that making him vulnerable like this was a power move of sorts; while it did make him blush with shame, he also found it incredibly hot. 

For a few moments, the couple was just staring down at Peter, but then, Bucky whispered something into Tony’s ear, who smirked and nodded. It sent another tremor down Peter’s spine. Before he could wonder what they had been talking about, Bucky got up and knelt down next to the bed.

Tony immediately reclaimed Peter’s attention by straddling Peter’s waist and reaching for Peter’s cock, giving it an almost torturously slow stroke that had Peter letting out a needy moan.

“James and I have a feeling that this would be more fun if we could restrain you,” Tony started, smiling smugly when Peter’s eyes widened. Oh fuck. “We know you enjoyed it during our first, uh, time together, but you should only say yes if you really–”

“Yes,” Peter blurted out before Tony could even finish his sentence. “I’m okay with it. M-More than okay, actually.” 

“Perfect,” Tony cooed before leaning down for another kiss. He let go of Peter’s cock and moved to grab both of Peter’s wrists, pinning them down on either side of his head. 

It didn’t take long until Peter felt Bucky grabbing his right wrist, stretching it to the side, and wrapping something around it. Since Tony didn’t break the kiss, Peter couldn’t see what it was, but although it was tight, it didn’t hurt. In the course of the next couple of minutes, the same was done to his legs and to his left arm. 

Only when Peter was spread out on the bed, and unable to move, did Tony break the kiss. One glance at the black straps around his limbs told Peter that Bucky had put him in bed restraints that he’d seen in porn before. They were connected to the underside of the mattress, and, instead of simple knots, the straps were secured with a buckle, meaning there was no chance of getting out of these… no matter how hard Peter would struggle.

Uh-oh.

As if he could read Peter’s mind, Bucky smirked evilly. “Hopefully, you won’t regret this.”

“I sure hope that I will,” Peter mumbled, which earned him a smack on both thighs from both husbands. 

“Every time I think you can’t possibly get any brattier–” Tony growled.

“–You somehow find a way to be just that,” Bucky finished, eyes glowing. “But… fine. If you think you can handle what we have in store for you, be our guest.” 

With that, Bucky wrapped his hand around Peter’s cock and started roughly jerking him off.  Bucky pumped Peter’s cock as if his only goal was to make Peter cum as fast as possible; not that Peter minded because he had been teetering on the edge for a while now.

It only took Bucky a minute or two until Peter’s moans came out jerkily, interrupted by his rapid breathing. Peter clenched his fists and his toes curled, but, of course, Bucky took it as a sign to let go, ripping a whine from Peter’s throat as his hips bucked up into nothing.

Why are they doing this again?! Are they gonna edge him for an hour now, knowing that there’s nothing Peter could do due to the restraints? While that would be hot as fuck, Peter didn’t think he could take it; especially, not when they’ve already edged him twice today.

“Y-You promised that you would let me cum again,” Peter said through clenched teeth, squirming as much as the restraints allowed.

“Did we?” Tony, who had been watching his husband jerk Peter off with interest, asked innocently. “I remember saying that your pleasure is still up to us.”

Peter vehemently shook his head. “You did say that, but then Bucky pointed out that I did win the round and that you would let me have all the orgasms that I wanted.” As soon as he said that, Peter realized that this didn’t mean they couldn’t edge him before they – eventually – let him cum. So… he did screw this up again, didn’t he?

“Hm. Actually, this rings a bell,” Tony mused, exchanging an ominous glance with Bucky before fixing his eyes back on Peter. “All right, baby boy,” he smiled, causing Peter’s stomach to do a somersault;  Peter really liked it when they called him that… “Tell us what you want us to do.”

Careful not to make, yet, another mistake, Peter requested, “I… I want to cum, please. W-Without you stopping before I do.”

“So, no more edging for today?” Bucky asked, and when Peter responded with a nod, Bucky grinned. “Okay. And what exactly do you want us to do? Describe it to us.”

Heat flushed up Peter’s neck. Wasn’t it already enough that they had stripped and tied him up? Did they really have to humiliate him even further? On the other hand, Peter appreciated that they wanted him to get more confident about these kinds of things, so… he forced himself to speak. 

“I, uh, w-want you to… to suck me off, please. And…” Peter hesitated. “Can you… Can you p-please put a… finger in me? I know you don’t want me to get too sore, but I… I really want it. Please.” After all, a finger couldn’t hurt, right? And even if it hurt, getting sucked off and having his prostate stimulated while he was almost rendered immobile would definitely be worth it.

Tony and Bucky pondered about it for a moment, but to Peter’s relief, they ended up nodding. “We will be careful, though. No fingerfucking, just stimulation. If it hurts, tell us immediately,” Bucky urged Peter.

Only when Peter promised that he would let them know if it hurt did they fetch the bottle of lube, as well as a pillow that Tony placed under Peter’s hips. It was Bucky who lubed up his right middle finger before slowly, and carefully, penetrating Peter’s hole. It did hurt a little because of the area around his rim being so sore, but a few moments later, Peter already let out a moan. It felt too good having something inside of him. Very gently, Bucky pushed all the way in. It took him twenty seconds or so until he found Peter’s prostate, and, as soon as he curled his finger against it, Peter gasped and shuddered. 

Oh. Yes.

Tony stroked Peter’s hair affectionately. “You good?” 

“Yes, sir,” Peter panted, biting down on his bottom lip. He had a feeling that he would burst as soon as one of the two started sucking him.

Tony’s mouth twisted into a smug grin. “Let’s get started, then.”

‘Started’? Peter found Tony’s choice of words a little odd, but he didn’t have time to ponder about it for very long. While Bucky started massaging Peter’s prostate, Tony wrapped his right hand and his lips around Peter’s cock. Dazzling pleasure spread through Peter from head to toe, and he instinctively tugged at his restraints.

Holy shit, it felt so good.

Tony worked his tongue on Peter’s tip for a couple of moments before he pushed further down. Peter cried out when his cock hit the back of Tony’s throat; it was the first time that someone had ever deepthroated him. An almost violent tremor rocked Peter’s body as he tried to hold back from cumming already. He was almost tempted to ask the couple to edge him after all, but he couldn’t speak. All he could do was let go and drown in the pleasure that was shooting through him.

As the pressure in his groin exploded, Peter screamed and jerked violently, but the restraints held him in place. He could feel Tony’s throat constricting around his cock, but Tony stayed where he was, swallowing everything that Peter offered.

And, even when Peter was dry, Tony stayed where he was...

Overstimulated, Peter tried to pull away, but found that he couldn’t. Once again, he tugged at the restraints, but harder, this time, yet they still wouldn’t budge.

“I– S-Stop please, I’m done,” he whimpered, wriggling desperately.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky sighed, flashing Peter an almost empathetic look as he continued to apply pressure to Peter’s prostate. “You didn’t actually think we’d stop after one, did you?”

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“You didn’t actually think we’d stop after one, did you?”

Peter’s brain needed a second or two to understand what Bucky had said. “I– Wh-What do you mean?” he panted, jerking terribly when Bucky applied even more pressure to Peter’s prostate. 

“Tut, tut,” Tony sounded, smirking evilly as he withdrew his mouth from Peter’s cock. “You just never listen properly, do you? After you’d tricked us into letting you cum again, despite losing our previous challenge, we told you that we would ‘let you have all the orgasms that you wanted… and more’. You might’ve been under the impression that you had outsmarted us, pretty boy, but let me tell you: you’re going to regret wanting to cum so badly. We ain’t gonna stop until we say that you’re done, and trust me… we’re far from that moment.”

With that, Tony wrapped his lips around Peter’s cock once again, making Peter cry out when Tony started bobbing his head and sucking even harder than before. 

He was fucked.

“N-No, please, I– Sh-Shit!” 

Feeling terribly overstimulated, Peter squirmed in his bonds. He tried to pull away from Tony’s mouth and Bucky’s finger, but it only made him feel even more stimulated. It didn’t feel good at all; it itched and burned, but there was a part inside of Peter that didn’t want to use his safeword. After all, he did put himself into this situation, and the idea that the husbands could make him cum more than once – like they had done yesterday, even though that had been more of an ‘accident’ – excited him. That’s why Peter, at least, wanted to try and take it for as long as he could.

Yet, Peter suffered. The odd, unpleasant, tingling feeling made him whimper… and cry… It also made him rip at the straps attached to his limbs until it hurt… and caused him to beg; beg for them to stop, but he still didn’t allow himself to use his safeword. 

And then, after what felt like an eternity, the burning and tingling feeling faded away to be replaced by pleasure. Soon, Peter wasn’t trying to pull away from Tony and Bucky anymore. Instead, Peter was rocking his hips as he tried to get further down Tony’s throat and fuck himself on Bucky’s finger at the same time. 

“Oh god… oh god, please … yes, fuck, yes, please…” 

Peter had no idea what incoherent mess of words was coming out of his mouth, nor did he care. He just knew that he wanted – needed – to cum again, no matter what. To his relief, Tony and Bucky didn’t seem to be tired just yet, and they continued to finger and suck Peter off as eagerly and relentlessly as before; maybe even more eagerly. 

Shameless moans were ripped from Peter’s throat when he finally got closer to his second orgasm. The build-up was different from the build up to the first orgasm because it wasn’t as good, but it felt a lot more intense. The pressure was so much that Peter’s body tensed up, and he even stopped breathing for a few seconds. Then, toe-curling pleasure that was strong enough to cause a short circuit in Peter’s brain, burst him with sweet relief, and – along with a totally wrecked cry – Peter spilled his release into Tony’s mouth for the second time in a row. Amazingly, Peter’s cock was still able to ejaculate, despite having just cum ten minutes ago; probably thanks to the prostate massage that Bucky had been giving Peter for god knows how long.

For a few seconds, Peter let pure ecstasy take over his brain, but, way too soon, he started to feel nastily overstimulated again. However, neither Tony, nor Bucky seemed to have any intention of stopping what they were doing; quite the opposite. Once again, Peter tried to pull away and break free of his restraints by struggling harder than ever, but it had little to no effect.

“P-Please, I– Please stop, I-I can’t take it… I’m serious!” 

But Tony and Bucky played deaf. 

Desperate and still concerningly aroused, Peter closed his eyes and tried to pull through; to just take it and wait until it felt good again. Sweating and whimpering, Peter tried to focus all of his brain cells on the complicated science homework that he hadn’t started yet, but it was impossible. 

Before he knew it, Peter had opened his mouth and blurted out, “O-Orange.”

Instantly, Bucky’s finger stopped its ministrations on Peter’s prostate, and Tony withdrew his mouth from Peter’s cock with a wet ‘plop’. While Tony still kept his hand wrapped around Peter’s shaft, he made sure not to move it or touch Peter’s sensitive head anymore.

What followed was an awkward silence; Peter was too anxious to look at the husbands. With his heart beating rapidly, Peter waited for them to say something … like taunt him for using his safeword… 

But, when someone finally spoke, Bucky said something completely different. “Can we switch? My fingers are starting to feel a little sore.”

Huh? Was Bucky talking to Peter? Confused, Peter squinted through his eyes and saw that Bucky was looking at Tony, whose lips were pulled into a smirk.

“Your vibranium fingers are getting sore?” Tony replied with a snort. “You sure it isn’t your back that’s hurting you from bending over like that? Because I remember the doctor telling you to do back exercises every morning, and I couldn’t help but notice you haven’t exactly been following his orders recently.”

“Eh, I think you forgot the part where he said that a man your age should be doing back exercises, whereas I should make sure that you are actually doing that by joining you.”

Tony made a puzzled expression by furrowing his brow. “Did he really say that?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “This is the ‘We will be at Steve’s for Christmas’ situation all over again. As I told you yesterday, you need to start listening to people, Tony. I mean, I know you’re quite old, but you’re not old enough to get Alzheimer’s.”

“What the fuck do you mean, I’m quite old? I’m only eight years older than you!” Tony exclaimed.

While the husbands were having one of their infamous, verbal duels, Peter got more and more confused. Why are they fighting over this, especially right now? Had they forgotten that they had their hands on and in Peter, who was spread out in front of them, naked and sweaty?

Tony sighed. “Fine, then we’ll switch.” The words brought Peter back to the present as Bucky withdrew his fingers, and Tony let go of Peter’s cock, looking down at Peter with a fond, yet teasing, smile. “Sorry for the break, kid. We haven’t forgotten about you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

And now, Peter understood. Tony and Bucky had meant to give him a break in the nicest way possible without making Peter feel that he had enforced this break by using his safeword. 

“I… Th-That’s okay,” Peter said, unable to tame the blush that spread all over his cheeks. They were so sweet to him… “I haven’t– That’s not what I thought at all.”

“Well, then,” Bucky said, grinning as he switched places with Tony. Gently, Bucky wrapped his hand around Peter’s shaft, which made Peter jerk because he was still sensitive as fuck, but it didn’t feel a s bad as before. Bucky looked and sounded extremely soft when he asked, “Can you do one more?”

Peter hesitated… Can he? Weirdly enough, Peter felt even more ambitious about this than he’d felt during college applications, so he found himself slowly nodding his head. “I… I can.” At least, he wanted to try. 

He was rewarded with a bright smile from the two older men. 

“Perfect. I have an idea, though,” Tony prompted, sitting up on his knees. “How about we loosen those ropes around your wrists to give you some more leverage? Then you can focus some of your attention on pleasuring us too, for a change?”

For a change? Peter was tempted to give a bratty response, but then he realized that Tony did have a point. Peter has had, what, six orgasms since he entered the penthouse yesterday evening, while the husbands were still at three each? (Which wasn’t exactly few, but since Peter was about to have his seventh in 24 hours, it would only be fair to give them a fourth.) Peter didn’t mind having to pleasure them, not one bit. First off, he loved doing it. Second, he hoped that he would get praised and humiliated for it. And third, Peter had a feeling that focusing on something other than what Tony and Bucky were doing to him would help with the overstimulation.

So, because he knew that the men would appreciate it, Peter made sure to sound as submissive as possible when he replied, “Yes, sirs.”  

Peter wasn’t mistaken, due to Tony’s and Bucky’s growl in response; Tony’s eyes sparkled with lust while Bucky licked over his lips. 

“Such a good pup,” Bucky cooed, bending over Peter to give him a hot, messy kiss. 

Then, the two men got up and undressed, showing off their erections. Fortunately, despite being quite a bit older than Peter, and having cum three times since yesterday evening, Bucky and Tony didn’t seem to have any problems in that regard.

Together, they then freed Peter’s wrists and re-tied the rope an inch above Peter’s elbow. That way, Peter was able to lift his lower arms and use his hands, but was still held down by the ropes; it meant that he was still at their mercy and doomed to take whatever they wanted… He was still helpless as fuck.

Shit.

To Peter’s embarrassment, the thought made his not-completely-soft-yet cock twitch, which had Tony and Bucky exchanging an incredulous glance as they repositioned themselves on either side of Peter.

“Did you just see that?” Bucky said to Tony, unable to hide his amusement from his voice. “Seems like he still isn’t satisfied.”

Tony snorted in response. “Such a greedy little slut.”

What Tony said had only made Peter’s cock twitch again. Usually, Peter wouldn’t find any pleasure in being called such a degrading, nasty word, but, when these two did it, it turned him on for some fucked up reason; he just couldn’t help it.

Peter regretted being so pathetically needy, when Bucky grabbed Peter’s dick and slid his vibranium thumb over the tip. With a high-pitched squeak, Peter jerked. Fuck, he was sensitive. Why did his fucking cock have to twitch, if it was still too overstimulated to be touched?

“Please, I– T-Too soon,” Peter gasped.

Ignoring him, Bucky said, “I thought we told you to pleasure us?” With a mean grin, Bucky rolled the palm of his hand over Peter’s sensitive head. 

The warm, sleek vibranium felt amazingly particularly torturous, so Peter let out a distressed cry. “Please–”

Tony cut Peter off from saying anything more. “If you don’t start right now, then we’ll keep doing this for the rest of the afternoon. Do you understand?” 

Clenching his teeth to resist screaming again, Peter lifted his lower arms and fumbled for Tony’s and Bucky’s dicks. Peter’s breathing came out quick and shallow as he tried to ignore what they were doing to him, and, instead, focused on jerking them off. Since he couldn’t properly move his arms, Peter’s actions were somewhat clumsy, but Tony and Bucky didn’t seem to mind much.

“Good boy,” Tony praised before bringing his index and middle fingers to Peter’s lips. “Now, open up for daddy.”  

Oh. Shit.

As Peter’s cheeks turned red, he could feel his cock squirting out pre-cum onto Bucky’s hand. Praying that Bucky wouldn’t notice it, due to it being on his prosthetic, Peter started sucking on Tony’s fingers like there was no tomorrow, but, of course, his ‘Parker luck’ had to strike again.

“Tony, I think we have a burst pipe,” Bucky commented, showing Tony his wet hand.

Tony smirked. “Do we?” With a smug satisfaction, Tony’s dark eyes watched Peter, who blushed – and sucked – even harder. “Do you like sucking daddy’s fingers, Peter?”

While Peter just feebly whimpered, Bucky snorted. “Didn’t know you were into that.”

“Are you talking to me or the kid?” Tony asked. Almost casually, he shoved his fingers down Peter’s throat until Peter choked.

Bucky chuckled. “Both. Anyways, the kid is leaking as fuck.”

Tears of shame and arousal gathered at Peter’s eyes (or maybe it was from gagging on Tony’s fingers, Peter couldn’t tell). It seemed like he had another kink that he had had no clue about, until now.

“Well, in that case…” Tony abruptly pulled out his fingers, allowing Peter to breathe again. “Let daddy take care of you, baby boy.”

Peter moaned when Tony pressed his wet fingers against Peter’s entrance; he was still stretched and wet from earlier, so Tony slipped in with ease. As soon as Tony crooked his fingers and brushed against Peter’s prostate, the boy cried out and bucked his hips up, making Bucky tightly grab onto his cock. It seemed to be the signal for Bucky as he twisted and bent over to suck Peter’s dick into his mouth, and Peter thought that he would die.

After a minute or two, Bucky pulled off of Peter and lifted his head to look at Tony. “I don’t know about you, but my dick hasn’t exactly received a lot of attention recently.”

Shit. The second that Bucky said that, Peter realized that he had completely forgotten about jerking them off. For the last couple of minutes, he’d just lazily held onto Tony’s and Bucky’s cocks while trying to cope with what they were doing to him.

“You are right, James. Seems like the little slut is too focused on himself again, ” Tony agreed.

“Sorry, sirs,” Peter blurted out. Almost in a panic, Peter started a rough, and extremely sloppy, handjob. “I-I’ll be good now.”

However, Bucky shook his head as he replied, “Too little…”

“... Too late,” Tony finished. “If you are still that needy, then you can keep going, rather than just doing ‘one more’.”

“No… N-No, please…” Peter begged. 

Bucky laughed. “Tony’s right. You clearly don’t want to be done after the next one.”

Peter vehemently shook his head. Yes, he wanted – needed – to cum again, but he already knew that he wouldn’t be able to take more post-orgasm torture after that... Not today. “No, please, I’m sorry. I-I’ll be good now, p-please.” To put emphasis on his words, Peter moved his hands even faster. 

Tony and Bucky exchanged another glance before Tony prompted, “Fine. Here’s a suggestion: If you make us cum before you do, we will stop after your third orgasm. If you cum before us, however…”

“Then we’ll keep going for as long as it will take for you to finish us off,” Bucky concluded. “That would only be fair, wouldn’t it?”

Seriously? Didn’t they know that putting pressure on him like that fucking turned Peter on? Meaning, it would only make Peter cum faster?

They obviously did know, which was why they were doing it.

“Wh-What if I don’t agree?” Peter desperately asked.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. “Then we’ll keep going for as long as we see fit.”

Obviously, they wouldn’t actually do that – especially, not if Peter used his safeword again – but this was a game, a really exciting one, and Peter had no intention of losing it.

Except, the game wasn’t quite as fair as Bucky had made it out to be…

When Bucky and Tony continued to work over Peter’s body, this time, they both started lapping at Peter’s cock. Simultaneously, their hands touched Peter, while he only had one hand for either of them. On top of that, Peter was severely limited in his movements, because his arms were still bound to the bed from the elbow up. So, the only chance that Peter had to do what they wanted was to give it his best and focus on Tony’s and Bucky’s pleasure, rather than his own.

If Peter was able to do that, then he would win… he knew it.

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Sweat plastered Peter’s hair to his forehead, and his breath hitched with every inhale. He tried to focus on the goal he’d set himself, he tried really hard, but after a couple minutes, it was clear that he would lose the game. With Tony and Bucky teaming up against him like that, it had been nothing but naïve of him to think that he would have even the slightest chance of winning. 

For as long as he could, Peter fought the urge to give in, but, as it seemed, not even the prospect of yet another post-orgasm tortue was able to help him hold back long enough. Unable to prevent the inevitable, Peter eventually resigned himself to his fate: his balls tightened and his stomach clenched as he was brought to his third consecutive orgasm in just twenty minutes or so. With the most feminine, wrecked cry, Peter squirted out a few more drops of cum that landed on Tony’s nose and Bucky’s lips. His body was shaking and jerking so badly that one could think Peter was having some sort of seizure.

Tony and Bucky milked him through his orgasm, but Peter didn’t have a lot to give anymore.

He was exhausted. He was spent. 

He was completely done for.

Yet, Tony and Bucky didn’t stop stimulating him.

Peter cried because it was too much, way too much, but he couldn’t bring himself to struggle as violently as before. It seemed like his body was too tired to put up another fight, so Peter mostly lay there, crying and trembling, as he moved his hands almost erratically up and down Tony’s and Bucky’s lengths. Peter knew that he could use his safeword again, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to be a good boy and make the two older men cum… No matter how long it took him.

When Peter realized that he was getting a little drowsy, he vaguely wondered if he was on the edge of slipping back into that weird, yet fascinating state of mind that Tony had talked about earlier. It excited him as much as it intimidated him, but a particularly loud moan from Tony brought Peter back to Earth. Creamy-white drops of cum shot out of Tony’s cock, wetting Peter’s fingers and splattering Bucky’s chest. Only a few seconds later, a gaspy moan from Bucky made Tony lean forward to silence his husband with a sensual kiss. With a shudder, Bucky came as well, and then, they finally stopped jerking Peter off. 

Feeling even the rest of his strength leave him, Peter let his arm drop back to the mattress. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this tired. (Actually, he could: it had been yesterday, when he had been fucked into oblivion).

“Now, look at him,” Bucky chuckled. It startled Peter; it seemed he had already dozed off. “I think we broke him, Tony.” Bucky was kneeling on Peter’s right, massaging Peter’s bruised wrist.

On Peter’s left, Tony was doing the same to Peter’s other wrist. Only now did Peter realize that the husbands had untied him. His limbs ached, but Peter didn’t mind. What had just happened was definitely worth it.

When he caught Peter looking at them, Tony flashed him a soft smile. “You good, kid?”

Blushing around the nose, Peter nodded. “M’good,” he mumbled. “Just tired.”

“That’s fair. To be honest, you took more than we expected,” Bucky stated.

“Really?” Peter asked, astonished. Since he had used a safeword, he didn’t feel like he deserved the praise.

“Absolutely,” Tony affirmed. “Makes me think that we should let toys do the work, next time.”

“Yeah, like, strap you in and let them milk every last drop out of you…,” Bucky added.

“... while we sit back comfortably and watch you scream…” 

“... and cry…”

“... and cum…”

“... all day long,” Bucky finished.

Overstimulation aside, this plan sounded very hot. ‘Maybe a little too hot…’ Peter thought as his exhausted, spent cock gave a weak twitch.

Dear god.

Bucky and Tony seemed to take notice of Peter’s cock as well, but to his relief, they let it pass without comment. He really couldn’t take more today…  (Though, they did exchange a very nasty look, which made Peter even more excited a little worried).

“Anyways, how about we take a shower and, I don’t know, watch a movie until it’s time for dinner?” Tony suggested after a few seconds.

Even though Peter didn’t know if he could move, let alone walk, he weakly nodded his head. He was so sweaty that he was starting to feel a little gross. Knowing that he’d probably drenched the husband’s exquisit satin bedclothes with his sweat didn’t help.

When Tony and Bucky let go of Peter’s wrists, he put his hands on the mattress and slowly sat up. He immediately felt dizzy, but before it got too bad, Bucky scooped him up into his strong arms. “I don’t think you should be walking right now, doll.”

Doll… Peter loved it whenever Bucky called him that, just as much as he loved Tony calling him baby or baby boy.  

“Thank you, Bucky.” 

Giggling stupidly, Peter let Bucky carry him to the master bathroom, where Bucky sat him down on the bench seat of the enormous shower. At first, Peter felt awkward sitting there like a child, but then he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm water that was raining down on him while Bucky and Tony gently slathered him with body soap. 

Once they were all clean, the two older men made a great fuss about finding the softest towel that they had. Then, they rubbed Peter dry. To Peter’s relief, they let him use the toilet by himself (“Call us if you feel dizzy,” Bucky insisted), and when Peter dragged his feet back into the bedroom, fresh bed sheets awaited him, as well as an oversized sweater, sweatpants, and the fluffiest socks Peter had ever seen.

“I thought we were watching TV?” Peter asked, a little concerned, when Tony and Bucky slipped under the covers of the bed and told Peter to join them. Did they want to go again already?

“We thought it would be more comfortable watching in bed,” Tony explained. “But if you prefer the living room, we can switch.”

Peter’s face flushed. “No, no, I just–” He wildly gestured around the room. “There’s no TV, so I… I was just confused,” he finished lamely. It was true, though. The bed was facing the floor-length windows with a view of Central Park, and there was no TV on the walls either. Maybe they wanted to use a laptop?

Bucky smiled softly. “We do have a TV, you just can’t see it yet.”

Confused, Peter climbed into bed. His stomach fluttered when Tony and Bucky made space so he could lie down between them. When they were all comfortable, Tony said loudly, “JARVIS, we want to watch some Netflix.”

Before Peter could even begin to wonder who Tony was talking to, blinds started to slide down the windows automatically, and a 85-inch TV was slowly lowered from a hidden panel in the ceiling, stopping only when it was at a comfortable height.

It took Peter a few seconds before he realized that his mouth was hanging open. “Are you– D-Do you have an AI?” Peter was so excited he almost got another hard-on.

Tony looked smug when he said, “JARVIS is a prototype, and, as such, part of the home security system that I developed. The one we have here is basically a more advanced version of the system that we’re selling at Stark Industries.”

All tiredness forgotten, Peter sat up and let a variety of questions hail down on Tony. “Wow, that’s really… What can it do? Do you want to sell it, once it has proven itself? If you want to sell it, how much will it cost? How long did it take you to develop it? I mean, the recent advantages that have been made in AI resource are really astonishing, but–”

“Slow down, Pete,” Tony laughed, wrapping his left arm around Peter to pull him back down. “I’ve been developing JARVIS for almost two years now. There are plans to implement him in the Stark Industries home security system, but I have no idea when that will be or how much it’ll cost. And JARVIS can do a lot. He’s more than a basic digital voice assistant like Siri or Alexa, but if we dive into that, then we’ll be busy until midnight.”

“Okay,” Peter said with a sheepish smile. “Let’s talk about it some other time.”

“Oh, thank god,” Bucky muttered. Before Peter had a chance to worry that he’d annoyed Bucky, Bucky wrapped his arm around Peter as well and gave him a kiss on the temple. “As adorable as it is to listen to you two geeking out, there’s only so much I can take on one day. No offense, doll.”

Relieved, Peter giggled and pressed his face into the crook of Bucky’s neck. “None taken, I totally understand.” He was too tired to talk about such a fascinating topic anyways.

While Bucky and Tony were bickering over what movie to watch, Peter’s eyelids dropped. Lying here in this warm, comfortable bed between these two strong men made him feel so secure… Before he knew it, Peter had dozed off again. He woke up a couple of times for a few seconds each, but his brain couldn’t really figure out what movie they were watching. Judging by the explosions and the sounds of gunshots, Peter assumed it was an action movie.

When it was time for dinner, Tony and Bucky gently woke Peter up by littering his face with kisses. 

“We brought you something to eat,” Bucky said softly.

After rubbing over his eyes with the knuckles of his fingers, Peter slowly opened his lids and sat up. On his knees, Tony was balancing a large tray that had three plates with tuna melt sandwiches, grapes, two glasses of wine, and one glass of OJ on it..

Considering that the husbands had already provided Peter with a lush breakfast and lunch, Peter felt a little bad about it. “Thank you so much, but… you really shouldn’t have. You are way too kind to me.”

“Oh, yes, we should,” Tony smiled, handing Peter one of the sandwiches and the juice. “You are our guest, and we need to make sure that you eat enough while you’re here.”

“Also, we love to spoil you,” Bucky added with a wink.

Stirred, Peter took a bite of his sandwich. How could he ever repay them? Letting them fuck him didn’t seem enough for everything that they did for him, considering Peter would let them fuck him even if they let him starve. For some reason, this dilemma made Peter remember that he had used his safeword earlier. Immediately, the sandwich sat heavy in his stomach. While Tony and Bucky went great lengths to be nothing but sweet and perfect to Peter, he hadn’t even been able to take the punishment that he had earned himself…

“Is something wrong?” Bucky asked when Peter put the sandwich down.

“Doesn’t it taste good?” Tony inquired, brows furrowed in concern. “Do you want something else? I could make you a ham sandwich, or we could head down and grab a hotdog or pizza or–”

“N-No, please, it’s… it’s perfect,” Peter said quickly, feeling worse by the second. “I just… I’m still full from breakfast and lunch and stuff. That’s all.” He forced himself to take another bite.

Tony didn’t seem convinced. “Oh. Okay, well… You don’t have to eat up, if you don’t want to. And, please, if you want anything else, we can provide it for you.”

Whereas Bucky nodded, Peter’s stomach clenched. The fact that he’d just lied to them, even if it had only been about a stupid sandwich, didn’t make Peter feel any less shitty. 

For the next couple of minutes, Peter sat there quietly, listening to Tony and Bucky talking about the movie they’d watched while fighting an inward battle. Eventually, Peter realized that he had to know, so he gathered his courage and asked, “Can I, uh, ask you something about earlier?” Hopefully, he had sounded less anxious than he felt.

Tony and Bucky looked up. “Sure,” they both said at the same time.

“When I… w-when I used my safeword… Was it okay that I used it?”

Bucky raised his brows. “What– Of course it was okay. More than okay, actually.”

“Yeah. What makes you think that it wasn’t?” Tony inquired.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. “If I hadn’t used it, then you wouldn’t have needed to take a break.”

“Well, that’s the point of a safe word, kid,” Tony said softly. “For you to be safe. If you hadn’t used it, we wouldn’t have known when to slow down a little.”

“Unless this was already too much for you in general?” Bucky asked, looking concerned. “It’s very important that you signal us immediately when it is too much. We need to be able to trust you on that, Peter. We can’t stress enough that we don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or hurt or scare you.”

“But this was supposed to be a punishment, and… what’s the point of punishing me if I can’t even take it?” Peter argued. “I mean, I know that you don’t want to hurt me or anything, but… I don’t know.” Suddenly, Peter had no idea how to explain what he meant without sounding childish.

Tony reached out to cup Peter’s cheek. “Look… We want you to have as much fun with this as we have. The point of punishing you is to push you to your limit, but not over your limit. If you don’t tell us where that limit is, then how are we supposed to know?”

“So, you wanted me to use my safeword?”

“I mean… Not necessarily, but we definitely expected you to use it at one point. If you hadn’t used it, then we would’ve kept going until we got tired.”

“And that would’ve been quite a while,” Bucky added with a grin.

It made Peter feel better instantly. “Okay, I think I get it. Thank you for explaining and… for understanding.”

“Of course,” Tony said. “I think I can speak for both James and I when I thank you for inquiring about this. The last thing we want is for you to force yourself to take more than you can, just because you think that we’d be upset if you used your safeword. We will never be upset if you use it, I promise. Safety comes first, so being on the same page about safewords and stuff is part of the fun, you know?”

Peter smiled. He was glad that he’d done everything right after all. “Got it. Just to be clear, though… What would’ve been the difference if I had used ‘red’ instead of ‘orange’? Not that I wanted to use it,” Peter added quickly, “I’m just curious.”

“If you’d told us ‘red’, then we would have stopped completely instead of just giving you a break,” Bucky explained. “We also would have untied you immediately. If it ever comes to that, then you should not hesitate, not even for a second, to use it. Okay?”

Tony and Bucky sounded so honest and faithful about all of this that Peter was tempted to tell them that they should make him suffer until he used it, next time… but he kept quiet. The idea to let them test Peter’s actual limits was tempting (not to mention, arousing), but Peter didn’t want to rush things. First, he needed to stop being sore, so they could fuck him properly again. Then, they could talk about pushing Peter to his limits once more.

Great, now his dick was getting hard again.

What the fuck was wrong with him?! 

Thankful for the sweatpants hiding his beginning erection, Peter finished his sandwich. When Bucky prompted staying in bed for the rest of the evening and watching another movie, Peter had no objections. He was way too tired to do anything else. 

Before they snuggled back under the covers, Peter joined Tony and Bucky in the bathroom to get ready for bed. Peter thought it was wonderfully domestic to stand there with the married couple, who had changed into their PJs, and brush his teeth, but while he did enjoy it, he was once more overcome with an odd, depressing feeling. Even though he hardly knew Tony and Bucky, seeing how they were acting with each other – and with Peter – made him realize that, maybe, he wasn’t made for one-night-stands (or two- night stands…) after all. If he was completely honest with himself, he wanted what Tony and Bucky had. A relationship with someone who appreciated Peter for who he was, and who treated him with kindness. 

Which was exactly how Tony and Bucky were treating him, but Peter knew that he could never be a part of them. Peter’s stay was temporary, and that was fine. Tony and Bucky already had each other, and just because they liked to share their bed with a third person, didn’t mean they wanted to share their life as well… Especially not with some random 18-year-old boy they’d met on a hooker app and fucked a couple of times. Peter was just a hook-up, nothing more, and there was no reason to be upset about it. 

Determined to stop being so miserable about something that he couldn’t change, Peter rinsed his mouth with water, smiled at his reflection in the mirror, and followed Tony and Bucky back into the bedroom. 

This was fine. 

He was fine. 

There were no tears prickling in his eyes.

Everything was fine.

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Despite the slightly disconcerting thoughts Peter had, he slept better than ever; the night before didn’t really count, because Peter had kinda passed out, but, tonight, he was able to fully appreciate the soft and warm sheets, as well as the men sleeping on either side of him. Tony and Bucky both had one of their arms draped around Peter the whole night, and, in the morning, Peter woke up lying half on top of Bucky, while Tony was spooning Peter. 

“Morning,” Bucky cooed, already awake and kissing Peter’s nose. “How did you sleep?”

“Really good,” Peter responded, smiling as he snuggled his face against the crook of Bucky’s neck. “How about you?”

“As far as I’m concerned, I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every day, now,” Bucky said quietly.

It made Peter’s heart skip a beat, then he began to worry. What was Bucky insinuating? That Bucky would rather wake up with Peter instead of his husband? Peter prayed that it wasn’t like that because the last thing he wanted was to ruin Tony’s and Bucky’s marriage. A second later, Peter already felt stupid. Of course it wasn’t like that. Every sweet thing Tony and Bucky had said to Peter was, ultimately, related to the fact that they enjoyed fucking him. Which wasn’t bad, not at all, but there was definitely not a deeper meaning behind it; they were just flirting with him every chance they could. Nothing to worry about.

So, Peter just giggled and said, “Me too.”

“Well, then…” Bucky mumbled. 

Without explaining what he meant, Bucky tilted his head to softly kiss Peter. Pushing all budding worries aside, Peter kissed back, eager to feel Bucky’s tongue in his mouth. It didn’t take long for Peter’s cock to get hard, and, as Peter started to slowly rub himself against Bucky’s leg, a quiet moan escaped Peter’s lips. Bucky snaked his left hand around Peter to give his butt a squeeze, which had Peter gasp. 

“You two are little shits, you know that?” came a sinister voice behind Peter. 

Wincing, Peter tried to pull away from Bucky, but, since Bucky still held him tightly, the only thing Peter could turn around was his head. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Peter stuttered, not knowing whether Tony was actually upset or not.

“I’m not,” Bucky said without hesitation.

In response, Tony growled, “Are you really gonna be cheeky now as well?”

“Remember the brownies Natasha baked for Thanksgiving? This is payback, darling,” Bucky answered.

“But this is so much better than brownies,” Tony huffed as he possessively grabbed Peter’s hips; which sent a pleasant shiver down Peter’s spine. “How’s your butt doing, baby boy?”

“Um…” The sudden change of topic confused Peter even more than the brownie comments. “I-I’m not sure.”

“How about we take a look?” Bucky suggested, making Peter blush. 

Peter knew that they had already seen him naked multiple times, but letting them ‘inspect’ his most intimate parts was still weird. However, since Peter desperately wanted to get fucked, he didn’t protest when Tony pulled the warm blanket off of them and leaned down to spread Peter’s ass cheeks.

“Looks pretty good,” Tony said. “I definitely think we could give it a try, but, first… May I touch you, Pete?”

Peter meant to say, ‘Sure,’ but the words he spoke were: “Yes, please.”

Chuckling, Tony reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. Peter flinched when the cold substance touched his rim, then, a few moments later, when Tony’s fingers were inside of him, Peter let out a loud moan. It felt so good. Without realizing what he was doing, Peter started to move his hips, rocking back against Tony’s fingers, only to move them forward again to hump Bucky’s leg. 

“How does it feel?” Tony breathed into Peter’s ear.

Peter’s response was an embarrassingly needy moan, which made Bucky chuckle. “Does this mean you want us to fuck you, doll?”

“P-Please,” Peter gasped, jerking when Tony curled his fingers against his prostate.

Fuck, yes.

“Perfect,” Tony said cheerfully. “Question is, which one of us gets to fuck you?”

Even though Peter didn’t know if the question was directed at him, he answered, “W-Why not both of you?” He couldn’t wait to feel both of them inside of him again; one after another, and, especially, at the same time.

With a smile, Bucky reached out to cup Peter’s cheek. “That’s a great idea, doll, but we should take it slow.”

“Yeah, we need to be careful,” Tony agreed. “If it goes well now, then maybe we could do a second round later.”

And a third or fourth… 

“Okay,” Peter said, hoping the husbands wouldn’t make him decide who got to go first. 

To his relief, Bucky took matters into his own hands. “So, you’re okay if I fuck him first?” he asked Tony, who frowned.

“I never said that. In fact, if you hadn’t secretly been making out with him while I was sleeping, then I might’ve been willing to let you have him first.”

Bucky snorted loudly. “As if.”

“Well, I don’t care if you believe me. Since you decided to be a little shit as well, I think I should get the pleasure of fucking Peter now.”

“And I think that I shouldn’t be the one who gives in all the time.”

Tony sighed. “Then you leave me no other choice.” Without warning, the man pulled his fingers out of Peter. Ignoring Peter’s sound of protest, Tony then held his hand – the one that had just been inside of Peter’s ass – out to Bucky. “Rock-Paper-Scissors?”

Bucky smirked. “Best of three?”

In disbelief, Peter looked from one man to the other. He was lying here with a gaping hole and a leaking cock, horny as fuck, and they wanted to play rock-paper-scissors?

The grin was wiped off Bucky’s face when Tony beat him two to one. Scowling, he watched Tony lube himself up. “Can I have his mouth, at least?”

“Of course, Buck-A-Roo,” Tony cooed, laughing because of Bucky’s death glare. Then, Tony flashed Peter a caring look. “Can you take good care of my husband, while I take care of you?”

Peter nodded eagerly; his mouth was already watering at the mere thought. “Yes, sir.”

Bucky groaned. “Fuck… This kid is going to be the death of me.”

“Amen to that,” Tony said. “Now, let’s move him, shall we?”

Together, the couple manhandled Peter around, until Peter was lying on his back, with Bucky’s left thigh serving as a pillow. It hurt a bit when Tony entered Peter, but only for a second or two. As soon as Tony started to gently fuck Peter, Bucky tilted Peter’s head and stuck the tip of his cock into Peter’s mouth. Peter immediately started sucking, but, due to what Tony was doing to his body, it was incredibly hard to concentrate on the task. He was a little embarrassed to admit it, but he loved the feeling of both his mouth and ass being stuffed. It was somewhat overwhelming, sure, but in the best possible way. 

Tony and Bucky were kissing while they both had one hand on Peter’s cock, striking him painfully slowly, and, unsurprisingly, Peter was the first to cum. As his toes curled, Peter let out a wrecked, muffled cry, and squirted all over his chest. The husbands didn’t deliberately overstimulate him this time, which Peter appreciated greatly (not that he minded them being mean or dominating, not at all, but it was somewhat nice to have ‘normal’, gentle sex, for once). Tony even seemed to try to not hit Peter’s prostate too much, once Peter had cum. 

A minute or two later, Tony snapped his hips forward one last time. With a blissful sigh, he released himself inside of Peter before he leaned down and kissed Peter, whose mouth was still stuffed with Bucky’s cock. It sent Bucky over the edge as well, and, as his cum filled Peter’s throat and mouth, Tony eagerly lapped up every drop that escaped Peter’s lips.

In post-orgasmic bliss, the three men lay down on the bed and cuddled for a couple more minutes, then got up to take a shower. Since Tony and Bucky couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, things got very steamy again (which had little to do with the hot water raining down on them), but they stopped touching Peter before he got into any danger of climaxing.

Once they had rubbed themselves dry, Tony took Peter to the walk-in closet and started rummaging around in a drawer. “I think I still have an unopened pack of tight shorts somewhere… Ah, yes, here they are. Hope they fit.”

Naturally, they did not fit. While Tony had smaller hips than Bucky, the shorts were still, at least, two sizes too big; however, just like with the sweatpants and the sweater they had given him, Peter didn’t mind. Honestly, Peter was glad that he didn’t have to wear his used boxers anymore, or run around in naked the whole day, because, no matter how often the husbands complimented him on his looks, Peter was still lacking confidence. Not to mention how embarrassed Peter would be if Tony and Bucky could see that his cock twitched almost every time they so much as looked at him.

Just like yesterday, Bucky made some pancakes for breakfast, and, since Peter didn’t want to feel so useless again, he insisted on doing something. “I know that I am your guest, but I don’t want to sit around and let you do all the work,” he said sincerely. “I want to help… please.”

“Okay, if you really want to, you can help me set the table,” Tony said with a sigh.

“And maybe cut some fruits, if you want some?” Bucky suggested.

Glad that they finally let him help, Peter nodded and got to work.

Ten minutes later, they sat down and started eating. Peter had just begun to wonder if Tony and Bucky would start to bicker about something again, when Tony addressed him. “I hope last night wasn’t too boring for you.”

Peter gaped at him. “Boring? You made me have three orgasms in a row.”

“We meant the ‘after sex’ part,” Bucky explained with a laugh.

Tony nodded. “Yeah, like, even if you don’t drink, you surely still go to a lot of college parties, right?”

“Oh. Um.” Peter fidgeted a little. “To be honest, no, not really.”

Tony looked as if the idea of not going to college parties was something he’d never heard of before. “Then what else do you do on a Saturday night?”

Peter shrugged his shoulders. “Study?”

“Study?!” Bucky asked incredulously.

Peter pouted. “I need to have good grades for my scholarship, and…” Screw it. It’s not like he could hide it from them forever. “Well, as you’ve probably already guessed, I’m not that popular. I’m not really good at connecting with people.”

“Because of your social anxiety?” Tony prompted.

Caught, Peter blushed. “I don’t have social anxiety. I’m just… I don’t like… ”  

Okay, who exactly was he trying to fool here? They’d already seen through Peter, so what’s the point of lying to them (and himself) about this? 

With a deep sigh, Peter finally admitted to himself what he’d known for a long time, but had never dared to speak out loud before. “Fine. I guess I do have social anxiety, but it’s just… I’ve always been the kid who got picked on, you know? Until my two friends, Ned and MJ, I never really had anyone who I could trust. And it’s not like I need more friends than them… Like, they are the best friends I could ask for, but they’re both going to MIT now...” Without meaning to, Peter’s voice turned bitter. “I’m happy for them, I really am, but I feel… I feel so lost without them. In school, the three of us connected because neither of us was exactly popular. Knowing that we had each other gave us confidence, and we stopped caring what others thought of us. With them gone, I feel like this young kid again, who’s ignored and sidelined by everyone else. The only student at ESU who talks to me is Harry, a guy I’m tutoring. He’s a junior, though, so I don’t have any classes with him. The only time we see each other is when we study together.”

For a while, Tony and Bucky just looked at Peter with an odd expression (was it pity?), then, Tony asked, “You’re tutoring someone who’s two years older than you?”

Before Peter could answer, Bucky scolded him. “Not the time, Tony,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“What?” Tony asked in a slightly offended voice. “That’s fucking impressive.”

“Yes, but that’s not what this is about.”

“Right, I’m sorry.” Tony coughed to clear his throat. “Sorry, kid, my social skills and empathy aren’t nearly as brilliant as my science expertise.”

Peter, whose heart had skipped a beat when Tony had said that tutoring Harry was ‘impressive’, just giggled. “No worries.”

“No, I’m serious,” Tony said earnestly. “I’m sorry that you had such a bad experience in school.”

“If we’d been there with you, we would’ve wanted to be your friends,” Bucky said with a serious, soft expression.

Tony turned to look at his husband. “His friends? We would’ve fought over who would get to go out with him.”

Bucky laughed. “That’s true… but then we would’ve realized how stupid that was, and that we could just fuck him both.”

Even though Peter didn’t miss the transition from “go out with him” to “fuck him”, he understood why Bucky had corrected Tony. It’s not like they would’ve dated Peter, even if they had gone to high school with him. 

“That’s very sweet, thank you, but… If we’re honest, you guys would’ve been very popular and probably wouldn’t even have cared for someone like me. Not that I would blame you for it,” Peter hastily added, “It’s just how it is… how it would’ve been.”

“Well, you are here with us now, aren’t you?” Bucky said with a smile.

“And we can’t get enough of you,” Tony finished with a wink.

It warmed Peter’s heart, and yet… he suddenly felt extremely sad. “Why are you always so sweet to me?” he asked before he could stop himself.

Tony and Bucky exchanged a glance. “Because that’s what you deserve to be treated like?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Peter snorted.

After exchanging yet another glance, Tony sighed, put down his fork, and reached across the table to take Peter’s hand. “Peter… I need you to listen closely, okay? You are a kind, smart, funny, and extremely adorable, good looking young man. Why is that so hard for you to believe?”

To Peter’s horror, he could feel tears prickling in his eyes. “Because, as I just told you, nobody has ever batted an eye at me. Nobody has ever wanted or ‘desired’ me.”

“But we desire you,” Bucky said, reaching across the table as well, taking Peter’s other hand. “More than you probably know. And… it’s not like you were a virgin before us, right?”

Tony nodded. “Yeah, you told us that you’ve had sex with someone before, didn’t you? Even if the sex had sucked, that guy still wanted you.”

“Not really,” Peter mumbled, staring at his plate while trying to blink away his tears. “He just wanted to fuck someone, and I was needy – not to mention, stupid – enough to spread my legs for him.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked, sounding alarmed.

Peter immediately regretted saying something. “Look, I don’t really want to talk about it, so–”

“Didn’t you tell us that you were pretty wasted that night?” Tony interjected.

Bucky was quiet when he added, “Did he… take advantage of that?”

Peter could feel despair creeping up inside of him. Great, now he made it sound a lot worse than it was. “No, he didn’t... Not like that, at least.”

“What did he do?” Bucky softly asked.

“You can tell us, Peter,” Tony added, “Please.”

Seems like today was ‘Why Peter Parker is A Mess Day’.

Chapter Text

Even though Peter didn’t want to make a fool of himself, he felt the need to set things straight. “Okay. Fine. I had the biggest crush on this guy – let's call him B – ever since he ended up sitting next to me in class. B was one of the ‘cool guys’... co-captain of the basketball team, nice clothes, but also pretty smart. We never actually did a lot of talking or anything, so I had no idea whether he was gay or not. MJ was convinced that B was in the closet because he'd never dated any of the girls who flirted with him, but it wasn’t like I would’ve thought of having a chance with him even if he had been openly gay, so… Yeah. Anyways, at the graduation party that we both went to, I did some drinking, and when B went to the bathroom, MJ and Ned bullied me into going after him. To… talk, and stuff. Of course, we never got to do a lot of talking.”

Letting out a fake laugh, Peter tried to encourage Tony and Bucky to laugh as well, but they didn’t. They watched Peter with a sincere, almost worried expression.

“Um… I don’t exactly remember how it happened, but suddenly, I was in that bathroom with him, and he started kissing me. I was confused as fuck, but it was also… really exciting. I mean, it’s what I had been dreaming of for a long time, you know? It soon turned into more, like, he wanted me to blow him, and I did. Then, he told me that he wanted to fuck me, and… I let him because I wanted to make him happy. Something that he didn’t concern himself with… Like, he just pressed me against the wall and pushed in and out a couple of times, without even trying to make me feel good. He also didn’t prep me properly, so it hurt like hell, but I bit down on my tongue and tried to tell myself that it would be worth it, in the end. I’d thought he liked me as much as I liked him and wanted to start dating or something… But he didn’t.”

Peter swallowed thickly as a tear dropped from his eye. “After he was done, he… he grabbed me by the throat and claimed that he wasn’t even gay… That I must've slipped something into his beer to make him want a ‘loser like me’, that I was a fucking slut, and that he would bring me down if I ever told anyone about this. That’s why I got so drunk that night. It hurt to realize that he’d only used me.”

“Oh Peter… I am so sorry this happened to you,” Bucky said empathetically.

Tony, on the other hand, looked ready to murder. “Okay, what’s the name of that fucking piece of shit?”

“I don’t want–” Peter started, but Tonyj interjected right away.

“He basically raped you, Peter. You can’t let him get away with this.”

Peter smiled weakly. “I consented, Tony. I never said no to anything, and I didn’t tell him to stop. Not once. I don’t think he’d even realized that I was crying or that it hurt.”

“That asshole knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn’t fucking care.”

“Tony is right,” Bucky stated. “From what you told us, I doubt that he would have stopped, even if you had told him to.”

Peter sighed. Why did he think it was a good idea to tell them?! “Look, even if you were right, it wouldn’t change the fact that I wanted it. I would lie to myself if I claimed that I wanted him to stop. Yes, I wanted it to stop hurting, but I thought that it had to hurt, you know? And, yes, I wanted him to treat me nicely and with respect, but, as it seems, that’s what I’m into. Or maybe this whole thing messed me up a little, I don’t know.”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky asked, looking even more concerned than earlier.

“I mean, it’s odd that I was – and still am – so hurt and upset that he used me like that, but when you two are talking about using me, then I get turned on pretty badly.”

“That’s because we would never actually ‘use’ you, Peter,” Bucky said sincerely. “Did you think that we were?”

Oh god… Seems like Peter made the situation even worse than it already was. “N-No, not at all. Shit, that’s not what I meant,” Peter said desperately. “I meant that hearing you talk about wanting to use me turns me on, which, I guess, is still odd, considering what happened with B. Also…” Peter blushed deeply. “I even like it when you call me a slut. I mean, that’s pretty messed up, right?”

Tony shook his head. “First of all, we would never call you a slut unless we’re fucking you–”

“That’s not the point, Tony,” Bucky interrupted with an eye roll.

“I know.” Tony shot his husband an impatient look. “But Peter needs to understand that we don’t actually think of him as a slut or any of the other names we, uh, like to call him. We aren't like this fucking asshole.” Then, Tony turned his head back to Peter. He looked extremely guilty. “Shit, if we’d known, then we would’ve never done that.”

“I just told you that I like it when you do it,” Peter said quickly. “That’s my point. Usually, people don’t want to be called bad names or get told that they were just a nice little cum dump. But I do… At least, when I’m with you, because I know that you won’t hurt me.”

“And that is the difference,” Bucky’s eyes crinkled kindly. “You know that we respect and care for you, so you feel comfortable when we do it. And there’s nothing wrong with liking it rough or getting degraded in bed. For some people it might be a way of coping with something bad that happened to them in the past, yes, but in most cases, sexual fantasies or kinks are developed without any particular reason.” 

“So… there’s nothing wrong with me for wanting to be… degraded and used?” Peter asked carefully.

Tony smiled and squeezed Peter’s hand. “Would you say there is something wrong with us wanting to degrade and use someone who consents to it; someone who wants it because it turns them on?”

Appalled, Peter shook his head. “Of course not.”

Tony shrugged his shoulders. “There you have it. If you don’t question our kinds, then you shouldn’t question yours either. Just because you are into those things when you are with someone that you trust doesn’t mean you have to want it each and every time, and it certainly doesn’t mean that you should ever let someone treat you like that if you don’t feel like it. The kinks you have, whether you’ve always had them or developed them over time, don’t justify what that guy did to you, and it doesn’t make it any less horrible.”

“Tony’s right,” Bucky agreed. “You can’t let this piece of shit make you feel anything but worthy of being loved and adored.”

That did it. Before he could stop himself, Peter broke into tears. He didn’t know why the husband’s words got to him so much, but he’d just never heard so many nice things from anyone (except Aunt May). For some reason, Peter could feel that Tony and Bucky were honest … that they meant everything they had said to him, and it made him as happy as it made him sad.

Why couldn’t he have a boyfriend who was as nice to him as they were?

Peter didn’t know when Bucky and Tony had gotten up, but they were suddenly next to him, hugging him. 

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Tony cooed. 

“We’re so sorry this happened to you,” Bucky whispered.

It only made Peter sob even harder. Embarrassed, he tried to apologize for his crying fit, but he could barely talk. “I–I’m so… s-so… I–I don’t m-mean t-to–”

“Ssh, just let it out,” Tony said as they kept rocking him back and forth.

It took Peter a while to calm down. After what felt like hours, but had probably just been a couple of minutes, he was able to stop crying and breathe normally again. When Peter wriggled a little, Tony and Bucky eased the tight grips they had on him.

Bucky sounded softer than ever when he asked, “Feeling better?”

Wiping over his wet, sticky face, Peter nodded. “Actually… yeah. Thank you, and, um, sorry for–”

“No apologizing, Pete,” Tony interrupted with a caring smile. “You should never bottle up your emotions, and we’re happy if you’re comfortable enough to share with us.”

Peter couldn’t help but believe Tony.

Yet, the boy still felt a little awkward when the three of them continued to finish their breakfast in what was mostly silence. The pancakes had long gone cold, but they still tasted delicious. Peter was glad when Tony and Bucky eventually broke the silence and started up a conversation about their work schedules next week, because it finally got his mind away from what they had been talking about earlier.

After they had finished breakfast, Peter helped the husbands with the dishes. He was happy that they didn’t make a fuss again about him wanting to do something useful.

Once Tony had put the last plate into the dishwasher, he sort of continued the conversation they had had before Peter’s meltdown. “So… What are your hobbies? Besides studying, of course,” Tony grin.

“Well, I… like to read, watch YouTube videos and stuff… and I love building computers,” Peter added in the hopes of sounding a tiny bit less boring. Admittedly, building computers was a hobby that wouldn’t exactly impress anyone Peter knew, but he felt like it could interest Tony at least a little.

Tony looked very interested indeed. “Really? What kind of computers do you build?”

“Well, I… look for used parts and put them back together. If I get them to work again, I’ll try to sell them online.”

“Okay, this wasn’t what I expected, but we can work with that,” Tony said with a wink. “Follow me.”

Excited to find out where Tony was heading, Peter followed him into the entrance hall, Bucky trailing behind them. To Peter’s surprise, Tony opened the door leading outside of the apartment, but when Peter made a move to grab his jacket, Tony shook his head. “No need for that. We’re just going down to the basement.”

Peter hadn’t been in many basements in his life, but those that he had been in had been quite cold. 

Bucky, who seemed to be able to read Peter’s thoughts, smiled and added, “It’s heated.” 

Of course it was. This wasn’t a run-down apartment complex, after all.

In the elevator, Tony pressed his finger against a black console before pushing a blank button right above the button for the garage. 

“Only we have access to this basement floor,” Tony explained when the elevator doors opened to a thick metal door with another fingerprint sensor. “Wanna see the first robot I ever built?”

Peter almost wet himself with anticipation. “Y-Yes, of course.”

The nerd inside of him geeked out when Tony pulled the door open. Peter’s assumption that Tony would be showing him some sort of laboratory was confirmed when his eyes fell on two large workbenches stacked with tools, electronic gear, and some fascinating looking gadgets. Between the two benches stood something that looked like a moveable big robotic arm.

“This is Dum-E,” Tony said, sounding just as proud as Uncle Ben had whenever he’d spoken of Peter’s achievements in school. “I built him when I was still going to MIT. I had it at Stark Industries laboratories for a couple of years, but then I decided to take him home. Initially, I had intended for him to help in the kitchen, but James wouldn’t let me.”

Bucky snorted. “Because it breaks everything that it touches.”

“Don’t say that in front of him,” Tony hissed. “You’re hurting his feelings.” After flashing his husband an irritated look, Tony turned back at Peter. “Dum-E is very sensitive.”

“And you are a jackass,” Bucky retorted. “You gotta admit that Dum-E is clumsier than anyone – or anything – that we know.”

Before Tony could snap back at Bucky, Peter asked amusedly, “Even clumsier than me?”

The husbands chuckled at that, probably thinking of Peter landing on his ass the morning after the first night he’d spent in their apartment.

“That was just because we'd startled you,” Tony said kindly.

“Exactly,” Bucky nodded. “Dum-E, on the other hand, manages to be clumsy even if you tell it to hand you a screwdriver.”

“That’s such an exaggeration,” Tony protested. “He helped me build more than two dozen robots.”

“And set fire to how many?”

Tony waved his hand dismissively. “Not worth mentioning.”

“It is. As I had to remind you when you considered adding some features so we could use it for sexual activities.”

For the first time since Peter had known Tony, the man blushed. “I never– I was joking, goddammit. As I have told you a million times already.” Whereas Bucky just grinned, Tony hastily said to Peter, “Just so you know, it would feel extremely wrong to use Dum-E for something like this without his consent, and since he can’t really talk… well… I could never, you know?”

Peter laughed. “That’s very considerate of you.”

After hesitation for a moment, Tony added, looking a lot more smug than just a few seconds ago, “Which does not mean that I haven’t built a machine or two that we… play around with every now and then. But those are just… machines, you know… without any sort of feelings.”

Whereas Bucky shook his head with a chuckle, Peter couldn’t help but find it adorable how Tony humanized Dum-E. “I can’t wait to find out what it – what he – can do,” he said dreamily.

“The sex robots or Dum-E?” Tony enquired with a mischievous smile.

That’s… a good question, actually.

A sheepish “Um…” was all that Peter managed to say before Tony barked out a laugh.

“I’m just messing with you. Come on, I’ll introduce you to my good boy.” 

As Tony started to move towards Dum-E, Bucky bent down and whispered into Peter’s ear, “Don’t worry, I can guarantee you that he’ll eventually, uh, introduce you to the others as well, if you want.”

Peter’s face flushed. Busted. Mumbling something unintelligible, Peter quickly hurried after Tony. 

For the next hour or so, Peter and Tony dived into a world of their own. Hanging on Tony’s every word, Peter sucked in everything the older man told him, and as soon as Peter started to interact with the robot, he knew that he loved Dum-E; it – he – was an adorable robot that really seemed to have a mind of its own. 

“I just can’t believe you were only sixteen years old when you built him,” Peter eventually said in awe. “I mean… there’s you building something like this, and then there’s me building basic computers.”

Smiling, Tony put his arm around Peter. “You should never compliment someone else’s work or idea just to talk your own down. I started experimenting with ‘basic’ tech as well and learned from there. I am sure I can show you a thing or two, but first, I would love to hear more about what it is that you are doing. Like, how do you put the parts together and where do you get those parts?”

“Um… I basically just look for them online,” Peter lied. In reality, he was mostly forced to dumpster dive because he hardly ever could afford to buy used stuff online. “Some people even give away their old, broken computers for free because they don’t want to have to deal with disposing of them properly.”

Tony tilted his head. “See? What you’re doing is even good for the environment, something I can’t exactly argue about Stark Industries. While we are spending a lot of money in sustainable development, recycling electronic waste is extremely costly… In addition, customer behavior is a major problem of its own. Most people don’t want to repair their old product if it costs them insignificantly less than a new one, so there’s hardly any demand for repair services anymore.” Tony sighed, then smiled. “But this isn’t something I should be complaining about right now. Is there anything else you want to see or should we head back upstairs and spend some time with my dear husband?”

Even though Peter felt like he could easily spend the rest of his life down here, he figured that it might be better to head back up. Bucky had left them alone about half an hour or so (which Peter felt a little bad about, no matter how honest Bucky had sounded when he’d told them to take as much time as they needed), and all this robot talk had gotten Peter quite… heated up. He hadn’t forgotten that Bucky had promised to fuck him later today, so… 

“Spending time with Bucky sounds great,” Peter grinned, suddenly feeling like he couldn’t wait to find out when exactly Bucky meant to fulfill his promise.