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“Ah, fuuuck,” Tony groaned.

“You’ve been spending too much time hunched over your workbench, Mr. Stark.”

“Nrrrg,” Tony replied unintelligibly into the face cradle as his massage therapist worked to relax his shoulders from where they’d risen up to meet his ears.

“I tell you this every time, but you never listen.”  There was a hint of a smile in Harley’s voice though his hands remained sure and steady.  

Tony groaned again as pain flared in his shoulder.  Then, there was a shift of soft tissue and bone and his body yielded.  He melted blissfully into the massage table as Harley released his grip.

“Might have to try a spanking,” Tony hummed happily.  “Maybe that’ll teach me.”

He heard a swish of fabric and then warm breath on his ear, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

“You know it.”

Harley laughed.

Tony dozed while Harley worked a little on his neck before moving down to his feet and calves.  This was his second favorite part of every massage when the back work was done and he could nap.  It was a testament to Harley’s technique, expertise and his personality that Tony was comfortable enough to fall asleep under his hands.  

*

When consciousness returned Harley was, predictably, working on Tony thighs and ass.  

“…and sitting way too much.  I can tell, because your hamstrings might as well be iron instead of muscle.  Though I always tell you that, too, and it never does a lick of good,” the young man was saying.  His voice was calming even in remonstration, and it made a little laugh puff out of Tony’s chest.

“Maybe instead of spanking, a good licking would teach me a lesson,” Tony offered, voice gravelly with sleep.  

“Why should I reward you for ignoring my advice?” Harley asked.  He placed an elbow in the hollow of Tony’s left butt cheek and dug in hard, making Tony yelp and groan, though not entirely in pain.  The fingers of his free hand drew soothing circles on the other cheek.  The combination of pain and gentle touch heated Tony’s middle.  Unthinkingly, he tried to spread his legs.

“Stay still,” Harley warned.  “I don’t want this to start spasming.”  

At last, the knotted tissue released and Harley ran warm hands reassuringly over Tony’s ass, up and down, in circles, gripping a little, just enough that Tony could feel a hint of cool air on his asshole.  The exposed muscle tightened fractionally, and so did Harley’s hands.

“Just a minute more,” Harley said, and Tony could hear that his voice was deeper.  “I need to do the other side.”

Again, there was the pressure in the big muscle of his buttock.  Again, there was searing pain that lanced up to his lower back.  Harley was right, Tony reflected.  He really was spending too much time seated.  This time, the gentle counterpoint made by Harley’s other hand was…

Tony moaned and felt his cock start to fill as Harley’s slick fingers slid between his ass cheeks and rubbed gently over his asshole.  A finger circled one way, then the other, then pressed just a little against him sinking a fraction of a centimeter through soft tissue until it met his body’s resistance.

“Oh.  Oh.  Fuck,” he gasped into the cloth cover of the face cradle, suddenly struggling for air as much as for words.  

Harley’s elbow pressed deeper into his tight butt muscle.  The pain grew to encompass his entire hip.  Tony thrashed, body jerking in Harley’s firm hold.  His dick was limp and no longer compressed beneath him, Tony was too preoccupied to pay it much notice.

“Easy, easy,” Harley coached him.  “Just breathe.  Just breathe.”

Tony felt tears start in his eyes at the pain, “Ouch.”

Harley’s reply was reassuring, “I know.  Shhhh.”  His hand shifted and Tony felt his thumb rub more firmly over his hole, pressing and releasing and making the muscles in his whole butt clench and release in response.

Tony tried to make himself relax, to focus on his breathing and not on the wetness leaking from his eyes at the fiery pain.

“Relax,” Harley instructed.  “Let me in.”

Two fingers—and Tony was plenty experienced enough to know that without looking—pressed against his hole.  His body clenched, reflexively and hard against the impending intrusion.  Breathing out, Tony made himself go limp, and…  with a yell the fingers slid into him, the muscle released, and Tony lay gasping and sniffing on the massage table.

“Yeah, that was rough,” Harley agreed, responding to Tony’s unspoken words.  “More than usual.  I’m sorry.”  He stepped closer until Tony could feel his warmth through the thin sheet that lay tangled around him and cupped the back of Tony’s head, scritching very gently through the short hair above the nape of Tony’s neck.  Harley’s fingers were still pressed deep into his ass, unmoving but oddly reassuring.  

Harley stayed like that until the pain faded.  At length, Tony drew in a deep breath and started to shift.  Before he could move, Harley slid his fingers out an inch or so and then thrust them back into Tony.  

“Oh shit.  Ah!” Tony managed not to shout, but it was a near thing.  His legs, finally free, spread wide and his ass canted up into the other man’s intruding hand.

“Yeah,” Tony could almost see the grin on Harley’s face.  “And, he’s back.  Just like a kid expecting a lollypop after being good for his doctor.”

“I could do with a suck,” Tony replied breathlessly and heard Harley laugh.

“Miss licking this sweet ass?  Not on your life, Mr. Stark.”  Lips kissed first one ass cheek, then the other before Harley sunk teeth into the sore flesh hard enough to bruise.

“Oh, fucking… Fuck.  Please, Harls.  Don’t tease,” Tony begged.

Harley knew bodies; that was his profession after all.  And, he knew just how much to tease to make everything sweeter.  His warm hands pulled Tony’s cheeks apart and warmer mouth pressed a kiss to Tony’s asshole.

“Mmmm.”

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“Oh shit, that feels so good.”

Tony could feel little puffs of breath on sensitive skin as Harley laughed.

“I brought the…” he began, but the words faded as Harley’s tongue flicked out again, just once.

“Ever the gentleman.  Isn’t that right, Mr. Stark?” 

It was true.  Tony might be promiscuous, but he damn well was a gentleman about it.  Enjoying sex with many partners soon lost its fun when people failed to be considerate of one other.  That’s why he’d put flavored lube, condoms and his favorite plug in the pocket of his jeans which now lay folded on the chair in Harley’s massage studio.  It was also why, at least in part, Harley had professional access to Tony’s health records.

“Well, thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Stark,” Harley teased.  “I value consideration from my patients.  And, you are always very considerate.  I mean, look at this…treasure”—he stroked a thumb over the space between Tony’s cheeks from tailbone to balls—“Immaculate as always.”

He pressed his lips again to Tony’s ass and kissed his hole, open-mouthed and wet with tongue like he’d never kissed Tony’s mouth.  

“Delicious, too.  As always.”

Tony groaned and lifted his hips a fraction, seeking more.  Harley reached underneath him and helped him lift up with a hand low on Tony’s belly.  The other held his ass cheeks open while the young man buried his face between them, licking and sucking and kissing enthusiastically.

Harley’s mouth soon had Tony’s asshole tingling.  A good rim job always gave him this fizzing heat in his ass, growing in the sensitive skin around his hole and spreading inside and out.  

“Fuck.  Oh, fuck.  Oh, Harley.  Yes, yes.  Goddamn, give it to me.  Fucking, please.”  

Tony’s hips pulsed up and down, pressing rhythmically and eagerly into Harley’s mouth.

“Shit,” Harley pulled away, gasping a little for breath and released Tony’s hips back down to the table.  He wiped his wet face across Tony’s bare asscheek, leaving streaks of dampness on his skin.  “You really need it today.”

“Uh huh,” Tony nodded into the face cradle.

Harley chuckled, a disbelieving little note in the sound and rubbed his thumb once more over Tony’s asshole down to the spot just behind his balls and back.

“Aren’t you supposed to have a pretty little intern to take care of this for you?”

“’S at… conference,” Tony ground out.

“Ah,” Harley said, and Tony could imagine him nodding.  “How long has Peter been away?” he asked sympathetically.  

“Uh…” Tony began, but he felt and heard Harley spit quietly on his hole and two fingers pressed back into him and words deserted him once more.  Well, at least words more complex than: ‘Oh fuck!  Yes!  Fuck, yes.  Oh yeah, oh yeah.  Oh god!’  

Harley pumped his fingers in and out steadily, curling and stroking gently, as Tony moaned and groaned and swore, “Got to have been at least a week, huh?”

“Two!” Tony burst out, his ass in an agony of pleasure and aching with an unfulfilled need to come.  He’d thought it was a good idea to give Peter the extra time with his second mentor, Bruce, as they prepared for their panel presentation.  Now, Tony was rueing his generosity.

Harley tutted quietly, slipped his fingers out, ignoring Tony’s protests, and pressed sympathetic kisses to Tony’s hole.

“Next time, sweetheart, you gotta get a toy in ya before it gets this bad,” he observed with a hint of his childhood drawl.

Tony growled at the implication that he wasn’t taking care of himself, “I did.  Just isn’t the same.”

“Fair enough,” Harley soothed.  “Well, let’s get ya taken care of now, huh?”

Tony lifted his head out of the face cradle to tell his massage therapist, ‘Fucking finally!’ and earned a hard swat across his ass that made him moan in ecstasy.

“You’re lucky I like ya,” Harley observed dryly.  “Who’d’ve guessed that a little attention to your needy ass would turn ya into a brat?”

That made Tony laugh until Harley’s mouth descended on him again and the man’s talented lips and tongue turned laughter into pleading.  The pleading continued until Tony’s ass was on fire and his lungs out of breath when at last his body convulsed into orgasm.

*

Tony came slowly to wakefulness, temporarily confused at the unusual surroundings, but far too relaxed to worry about anything very much.  He lifted his head up, saw the face cradle and… Harley.  Massage studio.  Right.

He turned onto his side to find Harley standing at his laptop, entering notes on the day’s session.  The young man saw him move and turned with a smile, blue eyes crinkling under a mop of golden-brown curls.

“Back with me, Mr. Stark?” he asked, voice full of humor.

“How long?” Tony asked, throat dry.

Harley shook his head in answer and turned to pour a glass of water, “Not more than a couple of minutes.”  

He brought the drink over and helped Tony push himself up to a elbow to drink it.  

“Easy now,” Harley cautioned, keeping one hand on the glass while Tony tried to drink without spilling all down his front and onto the massage table.

When the water was gone, Tony let out a shuddering gasp of relief and sank back, pillowing his head on his arm.  

“Doin’ alright there, sweetheart?” Harley asked, eyes soft.  He ran an gentle hand through Tony’s hair.  Not for the first time did Tony thank the universe for his luck in finding such a genuinely kind, professionally talented, and sexy young man to help keep his body in one piece.  It wasn’t often that Harley let this affection show, but Tony enjoyed it when he did.  He grinned a little sleepily up at Harley, then darted his eyes down to where the man strained below the waistband of his scrubs.

“I should be the one asking you that question,” he observed.

“You know I wouldn’t assume.”

“Assume,” Tony said.  “You know I love to.”

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“Right in here,” the assistant gestured Tony through the door into a wide, well-lit photography studio.  “Mr. Odinson?  Mr. Stark is here to see you.”

A tall man in jeans and a t-shirt that strained to cover his massive arms spun around, blonde dreadlocks swinging.

“Mr. Stark!”  

“Please call me Thor,” he strode across the room and held out a welcoming hand.  “I was delighted to hear that you’re considering my business to do the shoot for your new cologne.”

Tony grinned at the man’s genuine excitement, even as his hand was slowly crushed in his powerful grip.

“Tony, please.  ‘Mr. Stark’ reminds me of my dad,” he replied amiably, trying to keep any sign of discomfort from his face.

“Brother…”  A second person, younger but not so tall with androgynous features and long dark hair emerged from behind Thor and tugged at the blonde’s elbow.  “You’re crushing this lovely man’s hand.  Do let go!”  

Without pausing, they smiled at Tony and claimed his bruised hand, cradling it in their own.  

“And, I’m Loki,” they purred, fixing eyes as vividly green as emeralds on Tony and flashing perfectly white, even teeth.  “This brute is my elder brother,” Loki rolled their eyes.  “Are we truly so fortunate as to be working with the Tony Stark?”  

Loki spoke with a hint of an accent which Tony couldn’t place, and they spoke with such a degree of affectation that it made Tony wonder if their question was serious.

“I don’t know about fortunate for you, but it’s definitely fortunate for me.”  Tony decided on sincerity, sort of.  “I’ve followed Thor’s work for years.”  

That was a lie.  Pepper had followed Thor’s work for years.  She’d agreed to give Tony her thoughts on the artists shortlisted to do this photoshoot.  Her immediate and obvious interest was more than enough to convince him.  When she’d insisted he review Thor’s portfolio, Tony had understood her enthusiasm.  

“There’s such sensuality in your work,” Tony said, directing his words to the photographer over his sibling’s shoulder.  “Sex in photography is easy.  And, usually crap,” he amended at the artist’s raised eyebrow.  “It’s blunt, coarse and unimaginative.  Truly sensual art, art that doesn’t seem to seek it out but finds the erotic hidden in everyday people and poses and objects… that’s rare.  Your work is exquisitely real.”

“Such beautiful words, brother!” Loki sighed theatrically, still massaging Tony’s sore fingers.  He might have minded at another time, but Loki’s hands were warm and easing the ache.  Idly, Tony wondered if that were Loki job—to massage those who were victim’s of Thor’s vigour.

Sadly, Thor intervened to free Tony.  He wrapped an arm about Loki’s waist as they pouted prettily up at him.  Thor dropped a distracted kiss onto one ivory cheek, then turned his attention back to Tony.

“So, you’re looking for something ‘real’ and ‘sensual’ for your release campaign?” he inquired.

“Fuck no!” Tony burst out, enjoying the look of shock that came over the man’s face.  “My cologne is meant to smell like sex on legs.  My CEO, Pepper Potts, loves your work.  She’s the one who said all that stuff.  What caught my attention is that you work exclusively in black and white.”

Thor let out a booming laugh.

“Make yourself at home, Tony,” he swept his Loki-free arm out to encompass the room.  “We’re going to get along like a house on fire.”

*

They were certainly getting along like something alright…

There had followed an explanation that Thor did not, in fact, work exclusively in black and white.  It was far too detailed for Tony’s interests, though he made a note to see if his intern, Peter, who was an avid amateur photographer, might come visit Thor.  The explanation was made more complicated by the fact that Thor and Loki delivered it together, alternating sentences like a call-and-response chorus.

It transpired that Loki not only assisted their brother, but also modeled for him.  That had surprised Tony who didn’t recall their face from Thor’s portfolio.  Seeing Tony’s confusion, Thor had hooked Loki by one arm and swept them around to face him in a close embrace.  He’d shaken his dreadlocks over one shoulder so they shielded his face, wound Loki’s curtain of dark hair around one fist, then buried his nose in Loki’s temple and pulled.  

Loki let out a pornographic sound that turned Tony instantly scarlet, but the result was undeniable.  Tony had seen an image just like this—a muscular man holding a slight figure, bending them back by the hair—in the portfolio.  Tony hadn’t connected it to the siblings because the model’s faces had been obscured.

“Oh,” Tony’s voice caught.

Thor lifted his head and grinned at Tony’s expression.  

When Loki turned around, their green eyes were nearly black.  

Tony swallowed hard.

“Get Tony a bottle of water won’t you?” Thor instructed, giving Loki a pat on the hip that looked more like a spank on the ass.

If Tony had thought that little display was a lot, he’d had no idea what was coming.

*

He spent a thoughtful hour being made up and re-dressed.  Loki flitted between helping Thor set the stage and darting behind the screen where Tony was changing to offer opinions on his ensembles.  

Thor started with warm up shots, having Tony open his shirt, tug down his jeans, and work on given the camera seductive looks.  He’d maneuvered Tony to sit and stand in various poses.  A chair by a faux fireplace.  By the window where rain obscured the view.  Until…

“Loki, I need you for this,” Thor called.  “On your knees, just there.  At Tony’s feet.” 

Thor leaned in, popped the button on Tony’s jeans and tugged down the zip.  He took Loki by the chin and drew them forward until their face was barely an inch from Tony’s silk-clad groin.  Thor caught a lock of dark hair and drew it forward over Loki’s cheek.

“Perfect.”

Thor raised his camera.

“Look at me, Tony.”

Click.

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Harley’s crystal blue eyes widened, as they did every time he danced this little dance with Tony.

Tony reached out a hand and brushed the back of his knuckles over the front of the young man’s scrubs.

Harley swallowed.  His fingers slipped from Tony’s hair to brush over his cheek and lips before he shook himself free of whatever fantasies had captured his imagination.

“At least let me get a pillow.  I won’t have you undoing all my hard work on that neck of yours.”

In fact, Harley gathered up a pair of pillows and a bolster, arranging them so Tony could lay comfortably on his side at the very edge of the table without straining anything.

“You’re sure?” Harley asked, though his thumbs had already reached into the waistband of his scrubs.

Damn, he really was the sweetest guy.

“Fuck yes, I’m sure,” Tony grinned, and Harley tugged down his pants and underwear, freeing his dick.

Tony reached around and pulled the man closer by one bare hip, groaning happily as Harley’s cock smacked him lightly in the face, smearing liquid across his cheek and over his lips.  Tony didn’t wait but mouthed greedily over the offering, breathing in musk and soap and appreciating the way the young man leaked steadily as Tony tongued over the head of his cock.  

It was gratifying to hear Harley’s quiet moans from above his head.  Tony knew he was good at sucking cock; he certainly had plenty of experience.  He wasn’t at his best at this angle, but that didn’t seem to matter.  Harley rolled his hips eagerly against Tony’s face, filling his mouth then pulling out far enough that Tony could barely lick the head of his dick, before pressing in as deep as he dared once more.

“Oh fuck.  Mr. Stark,” Harley whispered his name like a prayer.  “That feels so goddamn good.”

Harley was a sweet guy and a consummate professional—if Tony was prepared to overlook one or two little inclinations…like a willingness to get his cock sucked by and lick the ass of certain clients.  Tony was fairly certain that part of the appeal for his massage therapist, beyond getting his dick wet, was who he was getting his dick wet with.  Although Tony believed in Harley’s discretion—he’d never have indulged this little game without being certain—he was just as sure that Harley got off on knowing he was fooling around with the Tony Stark, notorious playboy and billionaire genius.

Tony pulled off just far enough to murmur, “Mmm, yeah.  Fucking love the taste of your dick, Harls.”

Harley groaned, louder this time and thrust back in sharply enough that Tony had to discipline the muscles of his throat not to gag.  Harley pressed in deep and held, rotating his hips a little like he was trying to grind his dick into Tony’s throat.  Tony squeezed, holding Harley hard against him before letting go with a couple of gentle pats.

The young man pulled free, leaving Tony gasping for air,  “Please tell me I’m going to get more of a fucking than just my throat.”

Harley gave a strangled sort of laugh, reached out and gave Tony’s ass a light spank.

“I shoulda known you wouldn’t be satisfied without gettin’ yer pretty ass fucked,” he observed, clearly trying to sound casual.  Unfortunately for Harley, the way his cock jerked against Tony’s lips and spilled out drop after drop of clear fluid gave away his eagerness for the prospect.

“I’ve never denied that the way to my heart is through my ass,” Tony observed dryly.  “Is that a ‘yes, I’ll fuck your ass as hard and as long as you need it, Mr. Stark’?  Because, I feel an urgent need coming on.  An urgent need to bend over this table and get drilled by your cock.”

That statement drew a gasp from Harley and the young man gripped his dick hard enough to hurt, evidently trying to subdue his rising ardor, as he met Tony’s eyes with his own eager ones.

“Not bending you over the table, as hot as that would be, Mr. Stark.  I just put you back together, and I’m not messin’ it all up.”  

Harley walked to the foot of the table, tugged off the sheet, and motioned Tony to slide down.

“Gonna fuck you on your back, sweetheart.  Don’t have’ta do a thing but lie there and take it,” he said, hooking his elbows under Tony’s knees to pull him close.  Once Tony was situated to his satisfaction, Harley finally pulled out the supplies from Tony’s jeans pocket and set them on the table by Tony’s hip.

His eyes flicked hungrily between Tony’s face, his dick and his asshole, now on display.

“Who knew it’d be my lucky day when you decided to walk into my little studio?” Harley asked the universe with the same words he did every time.  “Fuck.  Who knew you’d have the sweetest pucker I’d ever get my dick int’a?”  He stroked a thumb over Tony’s asshole before leaning down and applying his tongue to the spot again.  

“Ah!  Fuck.  Harls,” Tony groaned and tried to press his hips up higher.  “Jeezus.  I fucking need it.  Get your damn cock in my ass before I die of blue balls!”

Tony heard the sound of opening lube, and Harley speared him back open on two fingers.

“Alright, alright.  Cool your jets, old man.”

Tony grinned to himself.  He loved getting under Harley’s professional veneer; getting the kid to swear and tease and poke fun.

“Does your precious Peter treat you like a pillow princess, or is it just the massage brain making you needy?”

“Peter isn’t a goddamn tease, making me wait around forever to get a little act…ahhhh!”  Tony’s words cut off in a drawn out moan of mixed pain and pleasure as Harley finally got his dick in place and pressed inside in one long, stroke.

“Ah shit.  Fucking…  Come on Harley.  Fuck me!” 

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“I’m sorry to interrupt, Sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. broke into Tony’s weekly SI debriefing with Pepper.  “You wanted to know when Col. Rhodes arrived.  His vehicle has just entered the building.”

“Alright,” Pepper considered her list.  “I think we’ve gotten far enough for today.  I know that, as soon as Jim walks through that door, you won’t be paying attention anymore anyway.”

She slipped her tablet into its cover and put it in her bag, “Neither will I, if it comes to that.”

Tony grinned and pecked her on the cheek, then hopped up off the couch.  They were debriefing in the living room of Tony’s penthouse suite, because it was hard enough to pry him out of his lab, never mind get him dressed appropriately and down to the business floors of Stark Tower for a proper meeting.

“Order dinner, will you J?” Tony asked his AI.

“Already done, Sir.  It should arrive within the hour.  And, the wines for this evening are in their usual places.”

“You’re a treasure, J.A.R.V.I.S.,” Pepper said, smiling up at one of the AI’s many cameras.  “We’d be lost without you.”

“Why thank you, Madam,” J.A.R.V.I.S. replied politely and without the usual snark he offered Tony.

Before Tony could comment on his AI’s habit of treating others better than his own creator, the elevator doors opened and Rhodey stepped out, with a small bag in hand.

“Platypus!” Tony yelled and made for the newcomer.

Pepper, however, beat him to Rhodey’s side.

“Jim,” she smiled beatifically and allowed him to pull her into his arms and kiss her warmly.

“Hi there, beautiful,” Rhodey kissed her mouth again then hugged her close and pressed his face into her hair.  “Damn, is it ever good to be home.”

They remained like that, holding one another and swaying and kissing occasionally until Tony lost his—admittedly short—patience and cleared his throat.

“So, no greeting for your oldest friend and the guy who actually owns this place you call ‘home’?” he asked grumpily.

“Come’ere, you impatient sonnavabitch,” Rhodey released Pepper and pulled Tony roughly to him.  “Can’t even let a man greet his wife?” he groused.  “Haven’t held her for three months, and then there’s you being a demanding little shit.”  Rhodey caught Tony by the back of the head and kissed him thoroughly.

Tony was dazed when Rhodey finally freed him.  To cover his disorientation, he made for the bar and reached for the wine for Pepper, rum for Rhodey, and a pair of glasses.

“Let me just pour these, and I’ll get out of your hair.  I’ll head down to my lab, yeah?” Tony said breezily.  "And, you can…you know…catch up until dinner gets here.  Or longer.  Whatever you ne—” strong arms wrapping around Tony’s waist cut him off.

“That’s not what I meant, Tones, and you know it,” Rhodey said softly.  “I haven’t held you in three months either.  I’ve got things I wanna do with you.  Both of you.  So, you’re staying right the hell here with us until I say you’re dismissed.  Understood?”

Tony’s dick filled instantly and uncomfortably in his pants.

“Yessir,” he said, trying to sound like his usual sarcastic self.  It didn’t work.  He couldn’t keep an obvious, breathless anticipation out of his tone.  

Instead of turning around and letting Rhodey see just how much his invitation and desire meant to Tony, he reached for another rocks glass to pour his own drink.

“You’re not going to need too much of that,” Rhodey pressed gently against Tony’s wrist until he set the bottle down.  “I’ve got other things for you to put in your mouth.”

Arousal spiked through him, and Tony felt his balls tighten and his ass clench in response.  Rhodey pinned Tony against his bar top with his hips, and kissed a wet line from his shirt collar up to behind Tony’s ear.

“Shit,” he breathed.

“Enough flirting.  Bring those drinks, you two,” Pepper admonished them gently.  “I’m going to sit on the couch and visit with my husband.  Tony, join us.”  She picked up her glass of wine and grinned.  “Though I think Jim has other plans for you.  Ones that don’t involve talking.”

“Fuck yes I do,” Rhodey growled and nipped the exposed muscle at the base of Tony’s neck.  Then, he caught up his drink, sipped and sighed happily, before following Pepper.  “Get that smart mouth over here, Tones,” he called over his shoulder.  “I’ve got something to put in it.”

Tony groaned.  He took a gulp of his own rum, feeling the liquor burn pleasantly in his stomach.  Then, he swiftly rearranged himself so his dick wasn’t being crushed inside one leg of his underwear, before following his friends.

Rhodey and Pepper were sitting together when he rounded the sofa.  Pepper had her knees propped on one of Rhodey’s thighs.  Rhodey spread the other out wider to create a space, caught Tony’s gaze, and flicked his eyes to the carpet between his legs.

Tony swallowed another mouthful, then set his glass aside and dropped to his knees.  

Rhodey unclasped his belt, slid it from his pants, then settled back.  Planting a kiss on her husband’s cheek, Pepper flicked the button of his dress trousers free and drew down the zipper.  There was a moment of undignified shimmying to make some space, then Pepper slid her hand into Tony’s hair and pulled him in until his face was pressed against his best friend’s cock.

Moaning, Tony breathed in a scent he’d known for more than twenty years.  He mouthed at Rhodey’s dick, still confined by fabric, and heard the man’s breath catch and then the sound of Rhodey and Pepper kissing.  Tony didn’t move to try to get his friend’s cock free.  He just let Pepper hold his head in place, and ran his nose and lips over what parts of Rhodey he could reach.

At last Rhodey groaned and reached for his waistband with one hand and Tony’s hair with the other.

“Open up.”

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Three Years Ago:

“Here we go, Pete!  J, make sure you’re recording this.  I want us to be able to go back and relieve this moment of glory.”

Tony bent closer, steadied his hands on the manipulators and dropped the last component into place.

“Ha!” he began in triumph, but before he could say another word, sparks flew and the device before him blew up in spectacular fashion.

It was a minute before Tony and Peter picked themselves up off the floor, ears still ringing, and took in the devastation.

“Your moment of glory was successfully recorded, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. said into the silence.  Tony didn’t have to imagine the sarcasm in that prim voice.  “Well done.”

Tony glared up at his AI’s camera, “Mute.”

“Should I go get a broom?” Peter asked tentatively.

Tony reached down, pulled a fragment from the mess and regarded it critically.  More than a month of work down the drain.

“Fuck!” he yelled, throwing the fragment back down.  He staggered over to a chair, legs still wobbling from his fall, and sank into it burying his head in his hands.

“It’ll be okay, won’t it, Mr. Stark?”

Tony looked up at his newly minted intern, all sixteen years and five foot seven of him.  A prodigy just like Tony had been, starting university at fourteen.  Not for the first time did Tony wonder what he’d been thinking in agreeing to let the kid work with him.  At least Peter was probably getting a great lesson in expecting failures and setbacks?

“Ugh.”

He slid down in his chair until his head rested against the padded back and stared at the ceiling.  Tony was off his game, that’s was it.  Evidently having someone in his space was messing with his vibe, throwing off his rhythm.  

That wasn’t quite fair to Peter.  The kid was sharp.  But, Tony wasn’t used to having to explain every step he took.  He must have lost track of something critical in the back-and-forth.  Now, he was going to have to go through the records, video footage, and whatever diagnostics J.A.R.V.I.S. was probably already running to find where he’d fucked up.

“It’ll be okay.  I can fix this,” Tony scrubbed a hand through his hair.  “I’m just distracted.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Peter asked, sounding very small.  

When Tony looked up, the kid was worrying his lower lip and fixing him with concerned brown eyes.

“Nah,” he replied, mostly truthfully.  “It’s time for a break.  A reset.  Gonna throw all this in the trash, then go out, get laid—maybe twice—and then everything will make sense in the morning.”

There was a choking noise from Peter, and all of a sudden Tony’s brain caught up with his words and caught up with the fact that he’d just said them to his underage intern.

Shit.

Yes, okay…Peter was in college.  He most certainly knew people who had sex.  Probably had done so himself.  But, he was also Tony’s intern.  And sixteen.  And, a sexual harassment lawsuit just waiting to happen because Tony couldn’t keep his mouth shut about his personal life.

Fuck.

Pepper was going to have his balls.  Skewered.  And, grilled for dinner.

“Fuck, kid.  Peter.  I… ah…  I shouldn’t have said that.  It was inappropriate.”

Peter frowned at him, “What’s inappropriate about taking a break?”

“I meant about the other bit, the ah… finding some, uh… company,” Tony clarified.

“That’s silly, Mr. Stark,” Peter’s brow furrowed and he shook his head.  “I’m sixteen”—he said the number proudly as though he were experienced and not practically jailbait—“I know about sex.  And, stress relief.”

Tony wasn’t sure what his face was doing by the end of that sincere and ridiculous pronouncement, but he knew he needed to shut this conversation down now.

“Great.  Good.  I’m glad the public school system has seen to it that you’re properly educated in… health… matters.  Now I think we should chan—” Tony began, determined to end this line of discussion.

“I could help… you know… you.  Mr. Stark,” Peter cut across him.

Tony stared.

“I’m sorry, you could what now?” he asked snidely.  “It’s not like I need a friend to hold my hand while I make my first Tinder account.”  That was good, Tony thought.  Cut this off and maybe embarrass the kid into silence.

“Oh no!  I know, I was just thinking--” Peter’s words finally stopped, but too late for Tony’s brain which had suddenly realized there was another, entirely different construction he could have put on Peter’s offer.  A more personal kind of ‘helping.’

Well, fuck him.

It wasn’t that Tony disapproved of kids Peter’s age having sex.  That would have been hilariously hypocritical considering that he and Rhodey had started fucking around when they were as old as Peter.  Younger even.

But, they’d both been underage.  That was routine teenage stupidity.

What Peter was offering… 

Tony rose from his chair and went to stand in front of his intern.  He tried to look stern, but was sharply aware of the scant inch difference in their heights.  They were both disheveled from the explosion and being thrown to the ground.  Peter had oil streaked across his cheeks and a rip in one sleeve.  Tony assumed he didn’t look much better.  

Some mentor he was.

“We must be getting our wires crossed here, kid.  That’s on me, because you can’t be saying what it sounds like you’re saying,” Tony began in a last ditch attempt to regain control.

Tony saw determination fill Peter’s face and knew he’d miscalculated even before the words came out.

“I’ve sucked off older guys before this, Mr. Stark,” Peter said bluntly, all stubborn chin and cute button nose.

The blood left Tony’s head, abruptly headed for his dick.

“I liked it.”

Tony’s breath caught.  He gave an involuntary choking gasp.

Peter inched closer, eyes bright.

Tony was mesmerized.  

Before he could stop the words, they were out of his mouth, “Ever played with a guy’s ass?” 

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Tony lost track of time, gently working his mouth around Rhodey’s cock while over his head the voices of his two best friends droned softly on.  It was odd for Tony’s mind to be so quiet.  Usually, he ran at a hundred miles a minute.  But, like this, safely tucked between Rhodey’s knees with his mouth full and his and Pepper hands in his hair, Tony could just…be.

The only indication he got that either of them were paying him the least attention was the way Rhodey tugged on his hair whenever Tony did something particularly dextrous and pleasurable with his tongue and the way Pepper’s nails scratched softly at the base of his skull whenever her husband groaned with satisfaction.

That felt…good.  Tony felt good.  Useful.  Lucky to be allowed to join them.

Alright, so he and Rhodey had been fucking around since they were teenagers in their first year at university.  Rhodey had met Pepper through her work with Tony, first as his overworked PA and then as his CEO.  Tony’d had mixed feelings when his best friend had fallen hard for the smartest and most loyal woman Tony had ever known.

The thing was, Rhodey and Pepper would have been well within their rights to call off Tony’s and Rhodey’s sexual shenanigans once their relationship became serious.  But, they hadn’t.  Tony and Rhodey kept going as they always had with Pepper’s full awareness and blessing.

Tony and Pepper, on the other hand, never had sex without Rhodey there.  If Tony was going to be fucking his wife, Rhodey had said firmly, he damn well intended to be there to enjoy every minute of it.

So, that was that.

*

Tony drifted until J.A.R.V.I.S. interrupted them quietly to say that dinner was on its way.

Rhodey’s hand tightened in Tony’s hair, and he pulled Tony slowly off his cock.

Turning to Pepper, he asked, “Well, my love, appetizer or dessert?”

Pepper laughed and kissed him.

“Yes,” she replied impishly.  “How can I resist after our lovely toy here has done such a wonderful job of the preparation?”  She cupped Tony’s cheek and ran a brightly painted nail over his swollen lips, regarding him with benevolent objectification.

Rhodey gave his hair a little tug, making Tony gasp.

“Sweetest cocksucker I’ve ever seen,” he agreed easily.  “Now, stay right there until we tell you otherwise,” Rhodey ordered.

Tony watched, cock aching and mouth tingling as Pepper slipped off a scrap of lace and let Rhodey help her maneuver her fitted skirt up to her waist.  She straddled him, back to his chest, and they both groaned as her pussy slid against Rhodey’s cock.

“Wet enough, or do you want our pretty boy to lick you?” Rhodey asked, slipping the straps of Pepper’s dress down so he could gently cup her breasts.

“Mmmm,” Pepper made an eager little sound and beckoned Tony forward with an imperious gesture.  

Carefully, mindful of his prickly goatee, Tony extended his tongue and licked over her slit.  Purely from a lubrication standpoint, it was entirely unnecessary.  Entirely unnecessary, because Pepper was already dripping wet and wholly essential because in that moment Tony hardly knew how he survived each day without this scent in his nose and taste in his mouth.  

She was slick down to her thighs, and in spite of his beard, Pepper pulled Tony in between her legs grinding against his flicking tongue and sucking lips.  She moaned and rolled her hips eagerly against him.  Distantly, Tony could hear Rhodey’s voice rumbling encouragement and affection.  He couldn’t even glance up to see them together, because Pepper was holding his head in an unforgiving grip.

Tony pressed his tongue firmly against her clit and flicked it side to side, quick but steady, and Pepper gave a little shout of pleasure.  She shifted on Rhodey’s lap and his cock slipped and smacked gently against Tony’s cheek.  

Without thinking, he turned and sucked the head of Rhodey’s dick into his mouth making his friend gasp out a surprised, ‘oh fuck’.

*

Pepper’s gripped his hair and pulled him back off his friend’s cock at once.  Her eyes were splinters of sapphire, hard and piercing.

“Mine,” she said sharply.  “Be good.”

Tony’s balls tightened so sharply that a thick blurt of liquid spilled from the tip of his throbbing dick and soaked into his clothes.  His cheeks flamed, and Tony dropped his eyes to the carpet under his knees.  A feeling of hot, delicious shame licked at the base of his spine.

Pepper stroked his cheek and tipped his chin up to meet her gleaming gaze and razor-sharp smile.

“Better,” she allowed.  “Now, make yourself useful, pretty toy, and hold him for me.”

Tony took Rhodey’s erection carefully in two fingers and steadied him while Pepper lifted her hips.  He watched avidly as her pussy spread around the flared tip of his best friend’s cock.  Her pussy was deep red and glistening, and there was a breathless moment as the head of Rhodey’s cock strained against her opening before abruptly popping in.  Tony moaned brokenly deep in his throat, echoing the others, as inch after inch of hard cock slid into her, splitting her pussy wide enough that the swollen nub of her clit could be seen, still wet from Tony’s mouth.

Almost as soon as her ass touched Rhodey’s thighs, Pepper pressed up revealing Rhodey’s glistening cock, then leaned back and dropped down.  Hidden behind her, Rhodey swore and bucked up, fucking in deeper.

Tony watched Rhodey's balls hanging heavy and full below.  More than anything in the world, he wanted to get his mouth on them.  Get his mouth full of them, so maybe he could feel it just a little when Rhodey was finally overwhelmed with pleasure and came.

Maybe after all these years Rhodey could read Tony's mind, because the first words that broke through the haze of lust were—  “Oh fuck, Tony.  Get your goddamn mouth on my goddamn balls right fucking now.”

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So the afternoon continued with Thor directing Tony into one position after the next.  He must have liked whatever the camera had seen of Loki on their knees, their face buried in Tony’s silk underwear, because he continued to pose the two of them together.

Eventually, Tony lost track of time; his focus narrowed down to two tasks:  following Thor’s instructions about pose, angle, eye-line and expression AND preventing his chubbed dick from blossoming into a full boner.  When every photo included a sensually curving leg or a tight ass under his hands or full lips close enough to his body to feel the heat of Loki’s breath, Tony was fighting the battle of a lifetime trying to maintain some sense of professionalism below the belt.

At long last, Thor called a halt to the session.  

Tony’s feet were aching, and he’d long since lost the ability to feel the expression on face.  His cock was still half-hard, which he had to admit had been kind of, well…enjoyable when he’d had his pants open, but murder when, as now, he’d been forced to zip them back up.

“I think that’s enough to get started,” Thor said, reviewing the last series of shots on his camera.  “Let’s have a look.”  He waved Tony over to a desk in the far corner of the studio and indicated a pair of high-backed stools for them to sit on.  

The set-up had enough monitors and associated equipment to make even Tony impressed.  He said as much, and Thor grinned proudly at him.  Tony couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flashed as he smiled.  That, and the way his jeans stretched to breaking point around his muscular thighs as he sat, did nothing to curb Tony’s arousal.

Loki elected to join them rather than take the opportunity to change attire.  For more than half the shoot, they’d been prancing about in hardly more than a silk robe and some abbreviated lace affair that did little enough to conceal their form.  

Between the siblings, Tony’s balls were aching nearly as much as his feet.  While the chair did a great deal to ease the strain in his calves and arches, nothing but concluding this appointment and getting home to his bed would ease the ache higher up.

“Here!  This is what the doctor ordered,” Loki swanned up with a pair of tumblers in their hands.  “The good stuff!”  They winked at Tony who accepted his glass gratefully.

“Oh fuck me, that is good,” Tony groaned his approval and relief with the first mouthful.  “That stage stuff was terrible,” he observed, referring to the contents of the prop glass he’d been given earlier.

Loki waved a languid hand.  “That’s just water with a splash of soda for color.  Of course it’s wretched.  Pah!”  They stuck out their tongue for emphasis, and draped themselves over Thor’s back to hand over the second tumbler.

Thor accepted the glass absently.  One hand danced over a track pad, swiping through photos, enlarging and dismissing in accordance with some unspoken artistic judgement.  He took a swallow from the tumbler, then held it up over his shoulder.  

Tony watched them from the corner of his eye.  Loki caught him looking, raised a perfectly manicured brow, then slowly and ostentatiously pressed their lips to the mark left by Thor’s own and sipped delicately.  

Tony felt his cheeks heat and was suddenly glad that his too-interested cock was being crushed behind the zipper of his slacks.  These two were family and yet… he couldn’t figure out if their behavior was just playful, or a game they played with clients, or…

Loki nuzzled into Thor’s neck and reached around their brother to run their fingertips up and down those thick, denim-covered thighs.

Swallowing, Tony forced his gaze back to the pictures on the monitor.

Thor paused on one photo, flipped through a few following it, only to return.  

“This one—” he began.

“—has some promise,” Loki concluded, nodding.

Tony thought they had a point.  In the image, he was seated in an oversized leather chair.  Loki’s leg, clad in a stiletto that would have impressed even Pepper, entered the picture from one side to perch on the arm next to him.  Tony had one hand wrapped around firm muscle.  In the other, he held a prop bottle of cologne with limp fingers, an indolent expression on his face.

In the following photo, Loki straddled his lap while their robe draped about their hips to reveal a flash of lace.  Tony had one hand buried in Loki’s long hair and the other wrapped around a tumbler.  The bottle of cologne sat on the table beside their sensual tableau.

It was the strategic use of color that made both images catch the eye.  They were black and white save for Tony’s eyes, the bottle of cologne and Loki’s stilettos all of which were a glowing cobalt blue.

Loki sighed prettily, “I do so love blue eyes.”  

It was a bit of odd thing to say, he considered, because in real life, Tony’s eyes were brown.

Thor didn’t seem to hear his sibling.  He leaned back, letting more of his weight fall into Loki’s embrace and regarded the images with a furrow between his brows.

Loki shot Tony an petulant look and leaned forward to nip their brother on the tip of one exposed ear.

Thor gave a little start and batted ineffectually at them, “Pest!”  However, Tony could hear the affection in the word.

Loki huffed and shifted as though to move away, but Thor’s hands flew up to grip Loki’s arms and held them tightly to his chest.  He shifted in his chair to look up into his persecutor’s face.

“Little demon,” Thor huffed.  “Behave,” he growled, trying out a glare which Tony could see did nothing to cow Loki.

“Incorrigible,” Thor directed a long-suffering look at Tony.

Tony started to say something sympathetic, but then he saw it:   Thor’s eyes were bright blue.

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Tony shuddered as a wave of confusion tinged with lust washed over him.  He thought about making a smart remark, considered how ticked off Pepper would be if her favored photographer chucked him out on his ass, and drowned the inappropriate response in his tumbler instead.

When he looked up from his drink, Loki’s shining green gaze was still fixed on him.  Their eyes flitted down to Tony’s body to his straining lap and back up.  A red tongue licked over pink lips and then Loki bit down on the bottom one in a blatant flirt.

Heat rose over Tony’s collar to lick at the back of his neck.  

Deliberately, he drew his chair a little closer to the desk and leaned in as though to more closely examine the photo series that Thor was viewing.

*

Tony hoped that, with that move, he’d deflected Loki’s attentions.

He hoped in vain.

Loki gave the appearance of acquiescence, but their hands, chest, hips, mouth never paused their stroking, rubbing, swaying against Thor.  Their lips seemed to murmur every word into their brother’s hair or ear or against his cheek.  Loki kept their eyes firmly fixed on the monitor and their comments confined to the professional discussion.  Yet, Tony couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of his eye every deliberate movement, each carefully crafted seduction.

And, he burned.

Tony lost track of the conversation, adrift on a sea of arousal.

It wasn’t only the captivating picture they made.  Two beautiful people.  Dark and light.  Clothed and exposed.  Muscled and lithe.  Older and younger.  Master and minx.  No.  Tony knew himself well enough to acknowledge what is was that made these two so unbearably lubricious.

Relatives.  Family.  Siblings.

Tony stifled a groan and shifted on his seat as his cock gave a tortured throb.

It was astounding how only a hint of an illicit relationship could be so intoxicating.  Although… fuck me, Tony thought.  It could hardly be termed a ‘hint’ now could it?  Not unless Tony considered being coshed over the head a mere ‘hint’.

Such blatant behavior would be blunt to the point of coarseness in anyone less self-assured and impishly sensual than Loki.  And, Thor’s apparent obliviousness only added a bewildering, but no less tantalizing, element to the display.

Tony absolutely understood the myriad reasons why such incestuous liaisons were so very wrong.  Age and power and innocence were all too easy to abuse.  And yet, that very wrongness was precisely what made it all so enticing.  A forbidden, libidinous pleasure.

“What do you think?  Could you be free this Friday to make the drive out to our place?” Thor’s deep voice cut through Tony’s lustful musings.

“Wha—?  I’m sorry.  My thoughts wandered there for a minute,” he said hastily.

However, Thor didn’t seem irritated.  

He smiled a wide, amiable smile and explained, “I was saying you should come to the house for us to try shooting this setup again.  The studio is fine for most projects, but this needs something more…authentic.  You know, lived in.” 

“Intimate,” Loki purred.

Thor nodded, “Exactly.”  

And, Tony noticed that Thor’s  expression gave away nothing.  Not the least apprehension of Loki’s tricks.  Not even the smallest hint that he was in on the game.  Because, it was undeniable now.  Loki was playing a game, toying with Tony.  Thor seemed unaware.  Yet, that itself strained credulity.  How could he, as the very tool, be insensible of Loki’s tease?

Thor carried on saying something more about atmosphere and composition and lighting, but Tony’s brain was drawn inexorably down another path, imagining the sheer impossibility of surviving another session with these two outside the professional confines of the studio.  He was reasonably sure that nothing, not even arranging to be deeply, thoroughly fucked the night before, would prevent him from expiring due to unsatisfied arousal as soon as he crossed the threshold.

“I don’t know, brother dear,” Loki broke in.  “Poor Mr. Stark looks like he might perish from the strain if he has to spend another moment in our company,” he continued echoing Tony’s words and causing a thrill of horror to flood through him.  

Loki’s eyes flashed and their lips curved with the hint of a smirk.  

“Are you sure we can’t do something to assist, my pet?”  They nodded to where Tony’s erection struggled against the confines of his pants.  “That looks truly, agonizing.”

“Loki,” Thor said in a low tone that could have been admonishment or encouragement for all Tony knew.

“Sorry.  Sorry,” Tony broke in, unbalanced and desperate to regain control as Loki’s words swirled disconcertingly about in his brain.  “It’s just the photos,” he gestured helplessly to the screen.  “And, I’m not sure about help, but uh—  It’s your… enchanting self that’s gotten me into this,” Tony demurred, trying to sound both complementary and apologetic.

Loki’s eyes glittered dangerously.  Tony fancied he could see delight there, as if they relished his arousal and discomfort.  Their lids lowered until only the smallest fleck of green could be seen.

“Oh, but my dear Mr. Stark.  That was but for show.  The assistance I propose is not for show but for… satisfaction.”

This time Tony couldn’t stop the small sound of desire that punched out of him.  He sagged forward a little and only through great force of will managed to neither grab his dick nor come.

Loki’s lips curved up in triumph.

Tony felt his face flame.  He couldn’t tear his attention away from Loki, despite desperately needing to see Thor’s expression.  After all, it would be nice to see the swing coming at his face before it connected with his cheek.

Finally Thor spoke, words threading through the tension that tangled around them.

“Loki’s talents are sublime.”

He shot Tony a look fraught with meaning and snaked an arm about Loki’s waist, pulled them into his lap, and stroked a big hand up one, lean leg to settle under their silk robe.  

“I can give my full and personal recommendation.”

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Tony was pressed low to the floor and bending his head almost before the words had left Rhodey’s lips.  

The moan of ecstasy that left his friend’s throat as Tony’s mouth found his sac had shivers crawling up Tony’s spine until his face flamed.  He licked in long strokes, then curled his tongue around the back of one testicle to cradle it gently before drawing it into his mouth.  Taking a deep breath through his nose, Tony hummed against the tender anatomy.  

“Jesus, fuck.  Tony!”  Rhodey groaned low in his throat at the delicate vibration in his balls.  “Yes.  Oh fucking, yes!  Give me more.”

Tony did as directed, humming louder to make the vibrations stronger.  His lips and tongue tingled with the waves of sound.  Rhodey’s balls pulsed in and against his mouth as pleasure made them tighten.  Over his head and nearly drowned out by the lush sounds of his best friends’ fucking and Pepper’s rhythmic gasps, Tony could hear Rhodey breathing hard as he fought down the urge to orgasm.

He lost himself those sounds joined with the sharp, musky scent of sex and the taste of Pepper’s pussy as slick ran down Rhodey’s cock to his balls.  Obediently, Tony worked first one testicle, then the other.  Each time he shifted, Rhodey gave a sigh of relief followed by a shout of anguished pleasure as Tony took him back in his mouth.  Sensation drove all thought out of his head, leaving Tony blissfully empty of every idea and responsibility except to do precisely as ordered.

It didn’t matter that his neck was at an awkward angle or that his cock was so hard it chafed or that his own balls ached.  The discomfort was nothing but a distant feeling, unimportant compared to giving all the pleasure he could to the two most important people in his life.

Tony floated until a hand caught his hair and tugged.

“Shit, shit, shit.  Gotta stop or I’m gonna come,” Rhodey husked out.

Tony released his prize with a whine, though he knew the rules perfectly.  Pepper comes first, was Rhodey’s second rule for Tony when he was in their bed.  Right after, Do as Pepper says.  So, he bit back as much of the sound as he could and sat on his heels, breathing hard awaiting the next order.

“Come, little toy, I want your mouth again.”  Pepper’s instruction flowed over him, cool relief chased by a desperate desire to please her.  Tony pitched forward and pressed his mouth between her legs.  

It was hard work.  His abdominals lit on fire as he shifted to match the lift-and-drop motion of her hips.  Pepper held him to her so hard that his neck ached.  Yet, each pulse of pain only made pride burn brighter inside him.  He was the one they’d invited to do this.  He was the one his best friend trusted to help him pleasure his wife.  He, Tony, was the one licking Pepper so well that her nails dug into his scalp as she gasped out a string of ‘yes, yes, yes’s until she curled forward and shook through her orgasm in Rhodey’s steadying arms.

*

At last Pepper gathered herself and eased off Rhodey’s lap.  Tony leaned back and raised a hand to wipe the slick off his face, but Rhodey shook his head.  

“Don’t bother.  I’ve got another mess for you to take care of,” he leaned back and gestured to his straining cock.  “Go on, pretty boy.”  Rhodey grinned and his eyes flashed with dark, good humor.  “I know how much you like it.”

Swallowing down the need that suddenly clogged his throat, Tony sat up on his knees.

Next to them, Pepper’s looked perfectly relaxed even as her dress hung off her shoulders, breasts bare and with her skirt only just covering her hips.  Her disheveled appearance made a sharp contrast to how Tony usually saw her—perfectly attired, but carrying tension in her face and shoulders.  He felt an odd mix of guilt for his part in causing her stress and relief that they’d allowed him to help release it.

Pepper turned in Rhodey’s arm to kiss him, lifting his hand so he could cradle her breast.  Tony’s eyes followed the creamy curve until Pepper’s sharp tut drew him out of his reverie and reminded him that he had a cock to suck and come to swallow before he could laze about, ogling.  He bent his head and slid his mouth down his friend’s shaft.

“That’s better.  Now, tell Jim how much you want it,” she ordered, low.

Tony gasped and choked.  He pulled off and coughed, even as the words forced themselves out of him with an urgency that made his chest ache.

“Please.  Please come.  Want it”—Tony met Rhodey’s heated gaze and felt an odd pricking in the corners of his eyes—“Need it.  Need you… s-so much.”

“Perfect,” Pepper purred and stroked over his cheek.  “That’s our perfect toy.”  She pressed a kiss to Rhodey’s sweat-dewed temple.  “Don’t you agree, dearest?”

Rhodey leaned forward, bringing Pepper’s weight with him easily in one strong arm, and cupped Tony’s jaw with his free hand.  He dragged his thumb over Tony’s mouth from his mustache down, pulling at his lower lip and teasing the tip of Tony’s tongue.

“Perfect,” he agreed softly.

Warmth, burning and sweet, filled Tony’s chest.  Dutifully, he kept his mouth open, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from closing.  Rhodey’s lips brushed his forehead and his damp thumb swiped through a line of wetness flowing over Tony’s cheek.  Then, he felt Rhodey lean back, and his hand pulled Tony forward.  He breathed out a desperate, “thank you” just before his lips returned to hot flesh.  

Tony sucked with a will, using his tongue to twist around the head of Rhodey’s cock and his fingers to roll his balls and rub circles into his taint until his ears filled with Rhodey’s curses and groans and Tony’s mouth filled with come.

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Tony sagged until he was only propped up by the sofa and Rhodey’s legs, bracketing him on either side.  A hand with slim fingers, Pepper’s hand, smoothed his sweat-damp waves back from his temples. 

“Holy shit, I needed that.”  Rhodey’s low, sex-soaked voice arrived in Tony’s ears as if traveling through cotton wool.  “Helluva ‘welcome home.’

Tony’s head was fuzzy.  His tongue tingled and fizzed in the way it always did after he’d swallowed a mouthful of come.  

“You deserve it, my love,” Pepper replied, affectionately.

Her touch anchored Tony as his breathing slowed and his mind drifted, absent of thought and full of their affection.

At last, Rhodey shifted, drawing Tony up—his knees creaked awfully—and setting him on the coffee table.  Tony sighed sadly as Rhodey tucked himself back into his clothes.  

“Greedy toy,” Pepper chastised, but there was no real reproof in her tone.  She found his abandoned drink and held the glass to his lips, “Sip.”

Obediently, Tony took a mouthful.  He swirled the rum over his tongue before swallowing, simultaneously grateful to rinse the thick, musky taste from his mouth and already missing the flavor.  

“Mmm,” Pepper pecked a tiny kiss to his mouth.  “Much better,” she observed and claimed another chaste kiss.

Tony drew in a shuddering breath and wished he could chase her lips or ask for more, but that was another rule.  He might beg for Rhodey’s kisses.  Pepper’s were given solely at her own discretion and Tony was forbidden from asking for anything more than she bestowed upon him.  He tried to be grateful for what he’d been given — and he was — but he was also aching with need.

“Open your pants,” Rhodey instructed.  “I want to see you.  Touch you.”

Tony stood and was fumbling with his clothes before Rhodey had finished.  He knew it wasn’t wise.  Both Rhodey and Pepper loved to put parameters around their orders, limits that made him struggle or risk disobedience.  His too-eager actions had earned him Rhodey’s stinging palm, Pepper’s nails, or her favorite crop on some sensitive anatomy frequently in the past.  

On this occasion, he was fortunate and no further instructions came.  

He worked frantically at his zipper, pushing his jeans down so forcefully that he threatened to overbalance.

“Slow down,” Pepper reproved crisply, and Rhodey’s hands braced him.

“I want a view to appreciate,” Rhodey concurred with huff.  “And, I don’t appreciate having to stop enjoying my wife’s company to bandage your damn fool self because you were in a rush and cracked your head on the table.

Tony’s face burned.  He bit the inside of his cheek, using the pain to focus.  Forcing himself to take care, he stepped out of his pants.  With clumsy fingers, he folded and set them on the floor.  He only just remembered in time to keep from shucking off his boxer briefs.  He dropped his hands to his sides and tried to refrain from looking desperate as he waited for further instructions.

“Temperature up, please, J.A.R.V.I.S.,” Pepper said.

The AI didn’t reply, but they could hear the quiet sound of the climate control system engaging.

Pepper smiled and nodded to Tony, “Shirt off.”

He complied, folding and placing his shirt on top of the jeans.

Rhodey inhaled slowly and reached for his drink.  

“Now that’s what I call a nice view,” he said, approvingly.  He sipped, taking his time to drink in every inch of Tony’s bared skin.  “A fine drink.  Perfect company.”—he leaned over to kiss Pepper sweetly— “And a sublime view.”  He saluted his wife and friend with his rum and sighed contentedly.   “That’s how a man knows he’s home.”

Pepper’s eyes twinkled as she considered her husband.  “I will make sure you get to thoroughly enjoy comforts of home.  Every day.  Multiple times a day, even.”  

She cut her eyes to Tony and nodded for him to come closer.  He took a careful step, unsure what she wanted of him.

She did not keep him waiting.  Deftly, she slipped Rhodey’s rum from his hand and, in a flash, she’d pressed the ice-chilled glass to Tony’s nipple.  

He hissed as pain, sharp enough to make him lightheaded, lanced through the sensitive spot.  His cock gave an almighty jerk and added another wave of precome to the liquid already soaking his underwear.

Rhodey laughed, “So easy, aren’t you Tony?”

“Hell,” Tony gasped out before remembering himself and saying, “Yes.”  Then, “I always was…for you.”

Rhodey’s large hands framed Tony’s hips, pulling fabric tight over his straining cock.  His friend leaned close and hot breath puffed against Tony’s navel.  For a fleeting moment Tony actually thought he was going to get Rhodey’s mouth on his cock.  He jerked forward against his friend’s unforgiving grip.  But, Rhodey only held on harder, then sank his teeth into the soft flesh above Tony’s hip.

Tony barely succeeded at biting back a yelp of shock and pain.  Before he could manage to control his breath, Rhodey had gripped his clothed cock, hard.

“Look at me,” Rhodey ordered.  Tony’s met his best friend’s gaze instantly as though he were made of iron and Rhodey, magnetic.  “For the next week, this is mine,” Rhodey’s eyes flashed, dark and unyielding.  “Mine and Pepper’s, understand?”  

When Tony didn’t reply at once, Rhodey pinched the head of his cock hard enough to sting.

“Yes!  Shit, yes.  Yours.  Got it,” Tony grated out.  His heart was beating too fast and his breath caught in his chest.

“You don’t touch this,” he squeezed Tony in his fist.  “Or that delectable ass of yours without permission.”

He held Tony’s gaze until Tony replied in a rush, “No touching.  Yep.”

“You don’t come without our say so,” Rhodey continued.

This time, Tony didn’t need the sharp tug on his balls to make him reply.  He got it anyway, even as the hurried ‘I won’t, I won’t!’ left his mouth.

“Such an obedient toy,” Pepper approved just as J.A.R.V.I.S. chimed the arrival of their dinner.