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The night Steve first brought Peter into their bedroom, Tony was surprised and aroused beyond his imagination. Think; Peter and Steve would talk behind Tony’s back in order to plan something like this.
Tony didn’t know which part was hotter—the scheming or the thought of being done by the uncanny pair together.
“Mr. Stark…?” Peter bumbled. The young man of ripe twenty-three looked adorably confused.
Tony’s chocolate-drenched cock mess-up his stomach even further. Tony felt the soft weight of the benwa bead that Steve had pushed into Tony’s ass.
“Ki—kid,” Tony panted. His eyes looked questioning to Steve. “Are you—fucking with me?”
Steve’s eyes were dark over Peter’s shoulder. “Oh, I’ll be fucking you tonight, Tony. You get to say how Peter joins us.” He strode to where Tony was laid out on the table like a dessert feast, licking the whipped cream off Tony’s nipple with a smirk.
Tony shivered, bumps rising across his skin. “Kid, if ya want this, suck my fucking lollipop.”
Peter toppled over his stomach laughing. “Seriously, this is like some kind of food porno fic or something.”
Tony growled in frustration. “I’ll cum down your fucking throat like a fucking porn star if you come over here and suck my cock, Peter.” There’s something dark in his brown eyes that convinces the younger man to move.
“Hmm, that’s good Tony.” Steve licked behind Tony’s ear. His old Broolyn coming out the more aroused he got, “You plannin’ on makin’ him choke on’it?”
Tony shook his head, legs spasming as Peter chokes on the way down. “Fuck! Relax you’re fucking throat, Spidey.”
Peter pulled off in confusion. “Is that like a made-up-names kink or something? Should I call you Daddy Iron?”
Even Steve roared out laughing at the example. “Come on, Tinman. Think you’re stretched enough to take my cock?” He slowly made his way behind Tony. Steve tapped Peter’s head twice as a warning, then lifted Tony.
Tony spasmed as his cock hit the back of Peter’s throat. Peter flew back, choking back tears.
“Shh, shh.” Tony reached out for the tearful Peter. “It’s alright. We can try the other end. Yeah?”
Peter nodded shakily.
Without saying anything, Tony glanced back to Steve with pleading eyes.
Steve sighed affectionately then nodded. “Come up here, Peter,” He ordered, bring Peter over Tony’s lap.
Tony closed his lips over Peter’s puffy chocolate-stained lips. Peter went to Tony eagerly, arms wrapping around Tony’s shoulders.
Steve was by no means a martyr. He slowly pulled the ten beads one by one until Tony was slobbering all-over Peter’s lips, and leaking precum between their chocolate-smeared stomachs.
“Hold it!” Steve commanded Peter at the last second, who’s super-spidey senses sent him moving before he could think. Peter closed his fingers around Tony’s cock, mere seconds before Tony’s impending orgasm.
Tony’s back bowed in frustration. “Fu—uck!” He opened his eyes weakly and stared at Peter’s dark freckled cheeks.
“Mis—ter Stark?”
“Nah, baby boy, call me daddy,” Tony purred against Peter’s trembling lips. “Ahhh, look like—ahh, your other pop is jealous.”
“Damn, right.” Steve growled, pushing into Tony without mercy. “Don’t forget whose cock you’re going to cum on tonight, sweetheart.”
“Never,” Tony breathed out, throwing his head back. He looked up to Steve’s eyes while simultaneously exposing his sensitive throat to a touch-starved Peter. Peter sucked as many bites as he could on the journey to Tony’s jaw.
Steve met Peter over Tony’s shoulder. “Behave,” he warned.
Peter’s glassy eyes blinked until they cleared. “Mr—captain—Steve—sir.”
“Sir is fine,” Steve growled. “But remember, listen to Tony. Don’t get too excited.” He kissed down Tony’s throat, remarking the areas where Peter left marks. “Where can Peter touch, Tony?”
Tony pushed his chest out as Steve was finally fully seated inside him. Steve’s words took a moment to be fully coherent in his hazy brain. His over sensitive nipples needed some attention.
“Nipples,” he moaned, arching his back—ass to Steve’s hips and chest to Peter’s mouth. “Lick’em. Real fast. Left-right. Kid, come—onohh! Ahh—ahhuuh!” Tony wrapped his legs around Peter’s waist.
Peter did exactly as Tony ordered. He breathed in through his nose to keep his mouth on Tony’s nipples longer. Tony kept his head in place. Peter had no choice but to use his hand to tease Tony’s other nipple.
Tony gasped as his nipple was pinched. “Fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna!”
Steve pulled Peter up by the hair. “Don’t let him come!”
Tony’s anguished cry rang out because his orgasm was denied again. “Steve,” he begged, “Steve, babe, I wanna cum. Please let me come.”
“Not yet,” Steve said with promise. He thrust his hips forward, jerking Tony and Peter.
“Woah, fuck, Mr. Stark, do you have a metallic pelvis too?”
“Shut up, Kid!” Tony, once more, pulled back from the edge of orgasm.
“Mouth kid,” Steve chucked from behind Tony. “Prep him for you.”
“Hold him up. My back hurts.” Tony retorted.
To which, Steve obediently followed.
Peter, which much nudging, ended up suspended with knees on Steve’s shoulders, add on Tony’s face, and a perfect perverted view of Steve’s cock slowly sliding and out of Tony’s puffy red rim.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh—fuck!”
Steve pushed Tony’s cock into Peter’s mouth in time with Tony bobbing his tongue into Peter’s ass like Tony was looking for apples. Peter’s cock rubbed against Tony’s trimmed goatee, but the orgasm never came.
Peter’s eyes shot open. “Noo! Please, let me come. Let me come!”
Tony gently blew air over Peter’s cock head while he held Peter’s twitching dick in his mercy.
“See? Isn’t fun, right?” He taunted, squeezing his fingers tighter.
“Yes! Yes! Mr. St—Daddy, I’m sorry.”
Tony let released Peter appreciatively. “Good boy. Maybe we’ll let you come next time.”
“Is he ready?” Steve asked over Tony’s shoulder roughly. “I wanna feel your tightness around my cock, sweetheart.”
“It’s gonna be a pinch.” Tony replied honestly.
Steve pulled back a moment then returned with a bottle of lube in hand. “Load him up. Go slow. He can take it. He’s a champ.”
“You’re a jealous and petty man, Rogers,” Tony accused.
Steve ground his hips into Tony’s ass, making Tony’s toes curl helplessly. “I never pretended to be anything else.
Once more, Peter was manhandled into another position. He stopped complaining by then, knowing that these two idiots were utterly in-love. Besides, it was real-life Steve Rogers and Tony Stark porn. Who wouldn’t want to watch it?
Steve and Tony positioned Peter sitting face-to-face on Tony’s lap. Peter’s legs bet around both Tony and Steve’s torsos. Tony’s balls slid between the Steve’s fingers which held the wet crease of Peter’s dripping ass-cheeks open.
“Breath in,” Tony instructed Peter as he pushed.
“Relax,” Steve added, lightly curling his fingers.
Despite his ass being loose, Peter felt every inch of Tony sliding inside of him. It burned to the point that tears dripped down his face. Tony and Steve had both been kind. Tony pepper Peter’s face with kisses while Steve rubbed circles down Peter’s back.
“Did we break him?” Tony asked Steve frantically.
Steve dotted Tony’s shoulder with kisses. “He’s going to be fine, Tony. Just give him a minute.”
Peter needed more than a minute, but seconds were shaved off by Tony’s goatee grating against Peter’s nipple. Peter’s whole body spasmed on Tony’s cock, finally releasing the tight hold.
“Steve, Steve!” Tony pleaded, “Move him, move him now. Please, please!”
Steve’s muscled bunched as he lifted Peter a few inches off Tony’s cock then back again. Peter hung on helplessly, cock rubbing between his and Tony’s messy stomachs.
Peter’s orgasm sent his ass pulsing over Tony’s cock. Tony was pushed over the edge as well. Steve followed the two into the brink, filling Tony with his seed. Tony did the same to Peter, and Peter painted their stomachs white.
Tony emptied his load into Peter.
“You superhuman—fucks!” He gritted his teeth in embarrassment. “How the fuck are you both still hard?”
Steve and Peter were momentarily pulled into awareness. They shared a look then threw their heads back laughing.
“Looks like you picked someone useful after all,” Steve told Tony affectionately. “What do you want to do babe?”
Tony reached up, pulling Steve into another kiss. “I wanna sit on his cock while he rides you into orgasm.” He tugged one of Steve’s hands onto his stomach. “You two are gonna make me big and bloated, and we’re gonna get him pregnant.”
Steve lifted Peter effortlessly off Tony.
Peter hissed as Tony’s softened cock slipped out of his ass. Tony moved quickly. Then, Peter was being filled by something much larger than Tony.
“M—Daddy, daddy, please. It’s big. I’m scared.”
Tony rushed to Peter’s side. “Steve’s gonna make you feel good. Just relax, kid. I’m—” he slid onto Peter’s cock, “—I’m right here for you.”
“Tony, fuck,” Steve grunted. “He’s fucking tight.”
“That’s because your cock is gigantic, Steven.” Tony shot back, grinning mischievously. “Best cock ever,” he declared unabashed, leaning over Peter’s shoulder to kiss Steve. “You’re making me breakfast in bed because my legs are going to be jello in the morning.”
Steve’s laughter rumbled across Peter’s back.
“As you wish, sweetheart.”
Peter blinked. “You just quoted Princess Bride! Oh my god. How do you know that?”
“Ahah!” Tony exclaimed in triumph. “Avengers Movie nights for the win!”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Neither of you are doing this right if you’re both this coherent.” He gripped Tony’s hip hard enough to bruise, then held it tight as he fucked into Tony through Peter.
Peter’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. It was his first time experiencing the full force of Steve’s powerful thrust. He clung onto Tony’s neck helplessly as his next orgasm came embarrassingly fast.
“You’re lucky that you’ve got a healthy cock, Petey, or this would have been over.” Tony laughed while he stroked his own cock. With the same wet hand, he pinched Peter’s erect nipples in time with Steve’s thrust.
Fist-full of dark brown hair, Steve pulled Tony into a brutal kiss without breaking his rhythm. Peter’s body felt hot between their sweaty bodies.
“Daddy, if you get pregnant. Does that mean, I can suck milk from your titty?” Peter asked, innocently while lapping at Tony’s nipple.
Tony gasped into the kiss with Steve.
“Oh fuck, you got tighter!” Peter gasped.
Steve raised an eyebrow at Tony. “You have a lactation kink that I don’t know about, sweetheart?”
“I-ahh,” Tony convulsed. “I didn’t know I had one. Why—ahh,” He tried to talk between moans, “—aren’t you more surprised?”
Steve leaned over Peter’s frame to capture Tony’s other nipple, biting it then sucking hard.
Tony quivered at the twin pleasures on his peaks. “Steve, Peter, I can’t—fuck—my cock. Fuck. I wanna cum.”
“Mr. St—daddy, I—but you aren’t—” Peter pulled off in a frenzy.
“Prostate,” Steve told Peter, arms bracketing Peter as Steve grabbed Tony’s hips. “Alright, punk, you wanna make your daddy cum? You gotta nail him in his sweet spot.”
“What spot? Fuck. How do I know?” Peter covered his face with both hands.
Steve pulled Peter’s hand away. “You’ll know,” he said, lifting Peter’s chin to face Tony. “Just watch his face. He’ll tell you. Okay?”
“Okay.” Peter steeled his face.
Tony’s were dark black iris with only a hint of brown at the rim. Crusty sticky chocolate dried in his goatee, mixing with the sweat dripping down his face. Steve and Peter’s matching intenseness greeted him when he opened his eyes.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s so fucking hot.” He said, licking his lips and pushing back his bangs. “My boys gonna fuck be into oblivion?”
“Oh,” Steve glowered, taking the challenge. “We’re gonna fuck you alright, sweetheart. Right, punk?”
Instead of answering, Peter pinched Tony’s nipples with both hands.
Steve grinned, then lightly kissed Peter’s cheek. “Fast learner. You’ll do.”
“Steve, baby.” Tony was momentarily jealous. He wanted nothing more than Steve’s full attention back to him while Peter kept playing with his nipples. His half-hard cock twitched futilely against his belly. “Make me take him. I can do it.”
“Of course, Tony.” Steve put his hands back on Tony’s hips. “There was never a doubt.”
Without warning, Steve started to move, cock momentarily pulling out of Peter before driving back in. Steve simultaneously hauled Tony down with every thrust, guiding Tony onto Peter’s cock. Both Tony and Peter groaned at the same time.
“You okay?” Steve asked.
“Yeah.”
“Peachy.”
Tony and Peter replied in unison.
For a moment, Steve wasn’t sure that the pair wasn’t buzzed out of their minds.
“I can hear you thinking, Cap.” Tony grunted on the next thrust. “Trust me. The kid can take you too. Don’t be shy about it. Pound him like you mean it.”
“Punk?” Steve wanted confirmation.
“I—I—I’m good.” Peter forced his concentration. “Fuck, daddy,” he moaned into Stark’s chest. “Daddy my brain’s gonna explode.”
Tony let out a laugh, bringing Peter to suck his chest once more. He looked at Steve over Peter’s shoulder.
“You heard the kid. Now, giddy-yup, soldier!”
Steve rumbled in laughter which pulsed through the dick inside Peter.
“Fuck, I’m going to…” Peter warned.
“Not yet.” Steve and Tony said together.
Tony slung his arms over Peter’s shoulder and grabbed onto Steve’s shoulder. He squeezed down, eyes catching the glint of something mischievous in Steve’s eye.
Steve redirected his hands from Tony’s waist to Peter’s.
Without warning, they moved in sync—grinding Peter from below while Tony sat on Peter’s cock.
Peter’s eyes rolled back as he came, shooting his load inside Tony’s sloppy hole.
For Steve, though, it wasn’t enough. He gripped Tony’s lips with a howl and pulled until Tony was ass-to-thigh on top of Peter. Using that as leverage, Steve ground his hip further into Peter’s hole.
Peter came dry in Tony’s hole. His head lolled to the side.
Tony leaned back and brushed his fingers over Peter’s face. “Aww, cap, look, I think he’s taking a nap.”
“Hmm?” Steve’s blissed expression barely registered the words while he looked at Peter. “Is he going to be okay?”
Tony kissed Peter on the cheek while gingerly climbing off. He clenched his ass to hold Steve and Peter’s cum inside, but the abused hole allowed a few drops to leak down the back of his thigh.
“Kid needs a rest,” he said yawning. “I might too. How about you super soldier?”
“I…” Steve laid Peter down the far end of the bed. He glanced down at his traitorous cock meekly.
Tony’s followed Steve’s eyes.
“I can go to the bathroom,” Steve offered.
“What for?” Tony asked, climbing on top of Steve then sliding down with ease. “You’ve got a perfectly sloppy hole right here.” He wrapped Steve’s arms around himself and brought the large pale hands on his belly. “I thought we were going to make a baby?”
Snap
There was the sound of Steve’s resolve snapping.
“Wear a plug tonight, Tony.” Steve begged while he restarted his rhythm. His bearded chin rubbed against Tony’s neck. “Keep our seed inside you.”
Tony blushed. “But, babe, Peter’s gonna know.”
“Peter fucked you and you fucked Peter. He’s not going to say anything if you have your ass plugged all night. Plus—” Steve snaked a hand lower, by passing Tony’s flaccid cock to tug on Tony’s balls. “If joining us is going to be a regular thing. Punk’s not gonna appreciate easing into it.”
“Steve Rogers, you are a very kinky man.” Tony giggled.
Steve hummed, already reaching for the plug somewhere behind him. “I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart. Didn’t I promise?”
Tony leaned back onto Steve’s chest. He tilted his chin, exposing his neck. “You did, promise. Hurry up. I’m going to crash whether or not you shoot soon. Ahh! Ahh!”
Peter blinked awake just in time to see Tony coming dry on Steve’s cock, while Steve pumped Tony’s hole generously with another load of cum.
Tony passed out in the middle of Steve’s long orgasm.
“Is he… okay?” Peter asked Steve.
Steve looked down at Tony with tender eyes. “He’ll be good as new in the morning. Probably more energetic. You’ll see.” He told Peter with promise.
Tony’s head lolled to his side while Steve slowly lifted him off.
“You were perfect as ever, sweetheart.” Steve brushed back Tony’s bangs. He raised Tony’s legs, inspecting the swollen rim. A small trail of cum had gone out, and Steve did not hesitate to lick it clean before pushing in a heavy metal plug.
“What’s that…?” Peter had crawled closer for a better look.
At the end of the heavy metal was the geekiest design ever—an altered version of Captain America’s shield with the Iron Man triangle instead of a star.
“That’s so—”
Steve hushed Peter with a finger on the lips. “Finish that sentence and you’re sleeping on the floor.”
Peter’s eyes grew wide. “You mean, you’re not kicking me out?”
“Tony likes you.” Steve shrugged, “Wait here.”
Peter stared at the scratched marks on Steve’s back. The sound of water came from the room where Steve disappeared to.
Steve came back with a basin of warm damp towels. He tossed one to Peter.
“Get the most of it off. Whatever’s left, we’ll deal with in the morning,” Steve ordered while he busied himself cleaning up the worst of Tony’s chocolate-smeared face, chest, stomach, balls, and legs. He also wiped down Tony’s arms and under Tony’s pits. Only then did Steve work on his own filth.
Peter slowly lifted a leg to clean his ass.
“Not the inside,” Steve warned, surprising the kid.
“What?”
Steve glanced away. “Enemas,” he said coughing. “It’ll be better with an enema in the morning.”
Peter bit his lips and lowered his leg, red as a tomato. “Oh—okay.”
“Good,” Steve said, making space for Peter as he spooned behind Tony.
Peter’s eyes drifted down on the hand Steve protectively held over Tony’s bulging stomach. Then, his eyes followed up the path of Tony’s muscles toe the glistening wet nipples.
“Just don’t suck too hard and Tony won’t wake-up.”
“Hmm, Steve,” Tony moaned a little, cuddling back to Steve when Peter gently latched onto a nipple. Then, a hand drifted up Peter’s back. “Peter, mmm.”
Steve threw the cover around their bodies. Yup, he realized, this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.