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Whenever a function really started to get into it’s full swing, the Avengers would collectively decide to leave before anything could get too inappropriate or wild and give them a bad case of unpopular PR.
Not that that stopped Tony. He stumbled like a cliche drunk after them, stepping into the limo and laughing, dizzy and way over the limit.
Natasha had let him lean over her, barely listening as he babbled about the party’s guests and how he'd wowed them all. The others listened in around him, rolling their eyes and already feeling more than a lot ruffled at Tony's prior behaviour.
Usually an event was enjoyable but Tony had come in stressed and intent on trying to forget why. He'd drunk and flirted and bat his doe eyes at anyone that had given him the time of day and he really didn't know when to quit. Clint had had a bit much to drink himself - it had been a party hadn't it? - and he'd used to love them, but at least with a few he'd had he could still keep himself together. Tony was a minx when drunk and he knew it.
He was also stupid when drunk because he suddenly stood when they next turned a corner and pressed a hand to his mouth in case he vomited.
He was bent over to avoid hitting the roof, and he tried to reach over for another bottle only to stagger forward at the turn and fall into Clint's lap. Clint grunt at the impact, glaring down at him when he decided to sleepily stay there, rolling over and smiling up at him like a cat in heat.
"Moron." Clint told him though he had to hand it to the guy, he had no idea what 'awkward' was at all.
He rolled his eyes when Tony still didn't move after a while however, clearing his throat to hide a groan when he instead shifted over him and rolled his hips down to get comfortable. Clint didn't even try to hide how good that felt when he did it again, far too drunk to force his emotional walls up to suppress the pleasure.
Steve watched them from the seat opposite however, looking a lot like he wanted to say something that would stop them but then Tony grinned at whatever expression was over Clint’s face and that visibly shut him up. He needn't have bothered anyway because after about a minute, Tony slid off of Clint and onto the floor, looking tired and a little sick.
He stumbled to his feet again, heading back over to his seat with Natasha and ignoring what he'd left behind. Clint sat there, hard and aching, and his temper snapped.
Without warning, he reached over and tugged Tony back down onto his knees, holding him there and glaring. Tony fell hard, looking confused.
“Clint,” Steve snapped sharply, sitting up a little straighter now.
“What?” Clint snapped back, his hand moving from Tony’s shoulder to his hair and he watched with an aroused sort of fascination as he actually nuzzled his cheek against his fingers, “Stark started it.”
Steve pursed his lips but when Natasha’s eyes flickered down and she raised an eyebrow at Clint’s clear arousal, she shook her head with a smile. "I'm not drunk enough for this." She said, stretching.
"Yeah you are." Clint corrected her and Steve frowned.
"Drunk enough for what?" He gave them both a questioning look and Natasha leant back in her seat, waving a hand idly.
“For this." She said, "Stark’s infamous, Captain. And if he wants to try to tease Clint like that, then he's going to have to follow through with it.” She sounded amused now, so obviously used to people with this sort of behaviour.
“Infamous?" Steve checked, still frowning and still looking so goddamned sober that Clint wanted to de-serum him just to get him drunk and buzzed, "Infamous for what?"
"For being a slut." Bruce spoke up now, looking annoyed at the conversation that they were having, "At least that's what the internet says."
"Internet has it right." Clint said, shifting in his seat until he was closer to Tony's face. He unzipped his pants then, pulling himself out, and Bruce turned away with clear discomfort.
On the contrary though, Thor hadn't said a word since this had started and instead watched with interest as Tony first whined, turned away, before tilting his head up and licking the tip of Clint's cock.
Whatever issues Steve had as well clearly vanished when Tony sucked a little further down and shut his eyes.
"Oh God, yeah." Clint bent his head back on the headrest, rolling his hips minutely while Tony worked over his cock, sucking him in as far as he could as he relaxed his throat around him. “Oh Jesus,” He groaned aloud, fingers tangling in Tony’s hair and he thrust up in surprise when he suddenly jolted over him with a choke, glancing up to see what it was that had made him jump like that.
Thor had a hand pressed down on Tony's ass and was kneading it heavily. Tony pulled back to breathe, blinking.
"Where are we?" He asked and Clint snorted in answer, pushing him back down until he could reach pubes and the skin of his balls.
“Like it Thor?” He slurred, thrusting up again on his own accord this time and loving how garbled Tony sounded when he struggled to take him in. His frustration and the lack of enjoyment that he'd had from this party came pouring out in his grip and he felt satisfied for the first time in hours.
Maybe this was his reward for handling a ruined night and a drunken Stark all evening. Tony hollowed his cheeks and shit - it felt like a reward alright.
Thor didn't answer but it was clear what he thought and Natasha unbuckled Tony’s belt while he continued to rub and press at Tony's ass. She whipped what was likely very-expensive-trousers off with a single yank and by this point, it was very obvious what they all wanted to do.
Clint used to grip he had on Tony's hair to pull him back and off of his dick, slapping himself over his lips for a moment before shoving him back.
Tony gasped on the floor, wiping at his mouth and blinking up at him, not the slightest bit uncomfortable with being half-naked around his friends.
Thor’s hands were bigger than they looked when against Tony’s now bare lower half and they lifted him clean off of the floor and into his lap. Tony bucked over him however, looking put off and irritated with this all now but Thor’s lips pressed to his before he had a chance to whinge.
Tony shut his eyes, shivering when Thor lift his head up with a hand and let them all have a perfect view of his tongue sliding in. Pulling away, Tony’s eyes were dilated, huge and wide, and so fucking beautiful that Clint wanted him on his knees again. Wanted him looking up at him like that with his cock in his mouth and come down his throat.
Thor let him go when he struggled and it was Bruce that caught him this time, trying to set him down on a seat in a clear show of him putting an end to this. Tony leant into him like a magnet to metal and Natasha laughed when she saw that he was hard as well.
“Tony,” Bruce spoke forcefully, in control but angry nonetheless, "Sit down."
“No.” Tony draped himself over Bruce, hugging him tightly and burying his face in his neck. Under him, Bruce looked resigned. At least he was until Clint leant over, pulled Tony's head up and stuck his tongue down his throat.
Leaning against Bruce like he was, it brought all three of their faces together and Bruce gave him a dark look when Tony moaned into his mouth. Assuming he was still against this, Clint took advantage and kissed Tony harder only to fall back in surprise when Bruce suddenly curled his own hand in Tony's hair and yanked him back with force. His eyes were so dark now that Clint wasn't sure if he should run or not.
Instead however, Bruce only took over. He twisted Tony around and kissed him, mouthing over his lips and sliding his eyes shut. With the Hulk in him, he had more of a tolerance than most with alcohol but he could still get drunk. He wasn't too inebriated here though which probably meant that his anger had turned into arousal. Sometimes a guy could only feel one emotion at a time.
Tony squeaked, genuinely squeaked and Clint didn't know people could make that sound, when Thor grabbed him by his bare legs and pulled him down until his nose bumped against Bruce’s chest.
“Thorrrr - ” Tony whined louder now, no longer muffled by anyone's lips, and when Thor’s hands caressed him again he shuddered, “What - ah!”
Clint laughed at the surprise on Tony’s face when Natasha whipped her hand over his backside, shading the area darker when she did it again and again. He snapped his head up at the fifth slap, widening his eyes and wriggling back but Bruce's hold kept him there with his hands fisted tight in his shirt.
“Are we really going to?” He didn't finish but it was clear by now where this was going.
Steve looked at Clint, as though he was the one with the cards here despite being drunk and sitting beside two sober and super-powered men. But if that was how it was, then ...
Giving them all an amicable shrug, he turned back to watching Tony squirm on his hands and knees and blink up at them with leaky eyes. He was doing this, even if no one else wanted to. After a while however, no one else did object, and instead they moved together. As a team.
Natasha answered verbally for them all anyway, low and husky with her dress hitched up, “I think we are.” She said and Tony hiccuped against Bruce, letting himself be lifted back up by Thor again. This time Natasha leant over first, kissing him herself and nipping hard on his bottom lip.
She reached down to cup him, stroking until he was shaking and hissing against her teeth, squeezing his eyes shut, "Hey - "
Steve was leaning forward in his seat, shifting uncomfortably and when he met Clint’s eyes he had a little shame in his.
“You can opt out Cap, no one'll think different of you,” Clint told him, reaching over to prod at Tony with the toe of his shoe, sending him falling forward into Natasha’s legs, “I’ve done this before with a couple of other teams though, as a bonding exercise. It works wonders, trust me.”
“Aye,” Thor’s voice had gone down two octaves in the time it had taken for them to all work up to this, rumbling deep in his throat as he stroked a hand over himself, watching as Natasha lift her dress up and held Tony down between her thighs, “Clint's telling the truth." The 'for once' remained unspoken, "On Asgard, we have done something like this to become closer with one another. To create bonds.”
Bruce looked at Thor, more aroused than interested but he tried anyway, “Oh yeah? Before or after a battle?”
"It depends." Thor said, pressing his hand harder into Tony's skin now, forcing his back down and tilting his ass up, “Usually around the fire, though on Midgard, I suppose this will do.”
Clint ignored his almost forlorn tone and met Steve’s look from across the floor, “Satisfied?” Before he could reply, Natasha let out a soft moan from the other side of the limo, drawing all their attention to her.
"Fuck. I am." She murmured, her hands cupping Tony’s cheeks to manoeuvre him under her dress at a pace of her choice. He was clearly trying to keep up, pushing against her skin as she fluttered her eyes shut, "Mm, yes ... Stick your tongue out. Stick it out. Lick."
Tony’s hands gripped at the seat's edge and he let out his own cry when she slapped his ass again. Pulling away, he gasped and stared up at her balefully until Clint pushed him back down with his shoe.
He kept it pressed there to stop him getting up again too, “Stay." He joked, leaning down.
"Thanks,” Natasha was breathless now, holding Tony’s head in place with his hair and rolling her hips into his face, “Fuck - he’s good.”
“He is?” Clint looked at Steve, grinning when he saw the surprise on his own face over the fact that he'd spoken, “I mean I - ” He sighed, transparent in his choosing to go along with this now, and if the tent in his trousers was anything to go by, he was happy to, “How good is he Nat?”
Natasha smiled at him, “You wanna try him and see?”
Clint’s grin widened when Steve didn’t even answer and just stood, walking around Tony to swap seats with Natasha and settle in. Tony sat back on his heels now that the grip on his hair was gone and he shook his head a little, as though light-headed already though his erection hadn't changed at all. Clint rolled his eyes fondly.
He was enjoying this just as much as they all were, it was fine.
Unbuttoning his trousers, Steve sat back and closed his eyes, leading Tony down with enough experience that rang his words true from all those weeks ago: "Being with the Commando's wasn't innocent, okay? Trust me, we had our days."
But then Tony pulled back, coughing behind a hand and shaking his head again, “Stev- ”
“Stop teasing him Stark, he's a newbie.” Clint sighed, making Steve make a face at the sarcasm. Bruce shifted beside him, snapping his head toward him when he spoke, but otherwise remaining silent and just watching, “Trust me Steve," He continued, "He can deep-throat like a bitch, I’ve seen the videos."
“Deep-throat?” Thor asked, sounding like he thought he ought to know what the word meant but wanting clarification anyway.
“He can take you all the way in.” Clint lowered his voice, ignoring any social qualms and just stroking himself while he spoke.
Tony choked again when Steve pulled him back down so with a short laugh at the annoyance on Steve's face, Thor shoved his head down and held it there while Steve groaned without any apparent embarrassment.
He dropped his head down, thrusting up just a little until the sound of Tony gagging around his own bile was all Clint could hear. Tony shook when Thor pet his hair, still keeping him down as Steve pushed up alongside him. Tony's nose was pressed to skin, a squelch of saliva telling them all that he was gagging, desperately trying to make his mouth bigger to breathe.
When he started to grow red in the face he was let go and he flew off of Steve, gasping and hacking over the floor, batting at Thor’s hand with an angry scowl. Moving it away, Thor laughed again, looking down at him with such an apologetic look that everyone else joined in with the laughter.
Seated on the floor in the middle of them, Tony swallowed, looking at them with a strange expression on his face as they laughed.
He opened his mouth to speak when he was tugged back down to swallow Steve’s cock whole.
His ass was still red from Natasha’s slaps when Clint toed his shoe and sock off to slide a big toe over Tony’s entrance, poking it at the rim. Tony let out a wordless scream that was muffled by spit and cock and Bruce pushed Clint’s foot out of the way, sliding down to his knees himself and pushing a finger in through Tony’s open mouth when he was let up to breathe once again.
Tony stared at Bruce, his eyes glazed over as the finger swiped around inside his mouth, pulling out glistening with a pop, “Bruce," He whispered, "Please ... ”
“I know Tony,” Bruce murmured, stroking Tony’s back and biting his lip when Steve held him down over his cock again, “We’re getting there.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard him beg for something before,” Steve rasped, thrusting up into Tony’s mouth and ignoring the sound of choking that it caused, obviously taking Clint's word that Tony could take it.
“Hot, isn’t it.” Clint stroked himself faster, moving his legs out of the way to let Bruce kneel there instead, watching as he ran his saliva-wet finger around Tony’s ass. Steve didn't answer but his dark and overblown pupils and the pace that he'd set with Tony made it pretty clear just how hot he thought it was.
Bruce pried Tony’s cheeks apart, trying to work a finger in but he sighed when there wasn't enough slip to push through the muscle without tearing it.
Thor leant over Tony’s back as Steve continued to fuck his face, using his hands to spread Tony apart and nodding for Bruce to try again.
"Fuck," Clint hissed aloud, watching as Bruce pushed himself in. Slipping the one finger inside took a lot more effort than it usually should, but it wasn't like any of them had brought any lube with them.
Tony muffled a cry around Steve and from where he sat Clint could see his eyes tearing, his face flushing a dark red.
“Let him up, Steve,” Natasha said, sliding along down the seats to get a better view, “I want to hear him.”
Slowly, Steve lift Tony up by the hair, rubbing a finger over his trembling bottom lip and wiping a stray tear away, “Sorry,” He smiled down at him and he let Tony rest his cheek against his chest as he cried out against the finger that was fully inside him now, “Guess I got a little carried away.”
Tony didn't say anything. He gasped instead, whimpering and bucking his hips away from Bruce only to be held in place by Thor’s grip on him.
“Easy big guy,” Clint tapped Thor’s fingers, “You’re bruising him there.”
“Let him,” Natasha nudged Clint with her elbow, “You said you’ve seen the videos. You should know Stark loves a little pain.” That was true. It must have also been why Natasha had struck him before.
Bruce took the finger out when it became far too much effort to push it in and he reached behind him for the bottle that Tony had first tried to reach for in the car. He opened it with his teeth, pouring a little onto his hand and then over Tony's ass.
Tony keened at how it must have stung, his toes curling in over the floor and he let out the sweetest sound when Bruce managed to thrust his finger back in a little easier this time. After he made it to three, he reached over to put two of them into Tony’s mouth, to make him taste himself.
Tony turned his face away, “Don't.”
Bruce paused, looking over at Clint with a raised eyebrow, “Are you sure?” Tony just whimpered, burying his face in Steve’s shirt and shaking.
“Alright then,” Clint shrugged, looking down at Tony's red ass instead of his reddened face, “He doesn’t want it, he doesn’t want it.” He said, "If he hurts in the morning, just remind him that it's his own fault."
Bruce looked hesitant. At least until Tony whimpered again, "Alright."
Steve's curled a hand around the back of his neck, slowly stroking it until Tony relaxed and pressed further against him, and then he nodded with a smile.
"He's alright." He said and Bruce moved forward slowly, one hand cupping himself as well now which meant that he really must be feeling a buzz from all of that alcohol if he was feeling comfortable enough to do that in front of them.
"You can't fuck him with your pants on, Banner." Clint informed him with a smirk and Bruce didn't bother to reply and instead, slowly, awkwardly, unbuttoned his trousers along with the last three on his shirt, pulling what had been tucked in out and holding the tails out of the way.
Thor pressed a kiss to Tony's back, still holding him apart, and at that shiver and at Tony twitching over the feel of a beard against his bare skin, Steve took his own shirt off and threw it to the ground.
Bruce lined himself up as he did, pressing a hand over Tony's spine to keep him still and Clint was gasping now, working himself faster in his own anticipation but Bruce took his time. He was gentle, but still Tony squirmed, keening and trembling at the pressure.
Pulling out, Bruce plunged himself in halfway with a shout, burying himself after the second thrust and shutting his eyes at how tight and warm it must have felt. For a moment, all they could hear was the two of them moaning in the middle of the limo, Tony's high-pitched cries beating Bruce's grunts by a mile. Then Thor slid to one knee, curling an arm up around Tony's waist and lifting him half up, draping him over his lap now, instead of Steve's.
Bruce stood with a huff when he had no choice but to pull out, bent over when the ceiling hit him and he braced with his hands on the leather seats, pushing in a little easier now that he'd already done it once.
Thor was in a suit and not his armour, which made it so much easier for him to free himself from his trousers. When Tony moaned and turned away, he kissed him softly only to then push him down with a groan.
Bruce thrust in harder as he watched, the sound of Tony spluttering around Thor's impressive cock driving him on, finally able to push in completely until the slap of skin-on-skin mixed in with the moans and the car's engine.
The tower wasn't that far from the party, only around an hour's drive, but with how loud they'd become Clint guessed that the driver knew what they were doing back here and had decided to drive a little longer to give them time.
Happy would likely have just told them to get out, though he was probably used to Tony doing something similar in the back seats of one of his cars, so maybe he would have been considerate for them too.
Tony let out a strangled cry when Natasha's hand stroked him again but the hand Thor had cupped under his chin kept him bobbing with a rhythm he couldn't stop, trapped while they bombarded him with pleasure from each side.
Fucking lucky guy.
Getting faster now, Bruce didn't hide his groans as he fucked into Tony, holding his hips tight and jamming himself in, his teeth bared into a parody of a smile. Tony bucked back when Natasha twisted her wrist, teasing him horribly and slowly until he was delirious with arousal.
Thor finally let him up then, looking content as Tony tried to regain his breath, now completely red in the face with his eyelashes sticky and clumped together.
Thor kissed him again, lifting him higher until Tony was sitting fully in his lap with his legs limp and dangling. Bruce was forced out when the angle became awkward, and he sat back on his heels with an exhausted sigh.
The look on Thor's face read was so clearly satisfaction that Clint couldn't help but laugh, blurring it into a groan when Thor literally picked Tony up by his thighs and dropped him down onto his cock.
Tony screamed soundlessly, burying his face into Thor's neck as he fell forward and held on tight, but then Thor thrust up and he lost his grip anyway, half-sobbing and half-moaning.
And Jesus, Jesus, he was so fucking hot like this.
He was a little loose already from Bruce but it still was not nearly enough just yet and Thor's face was scrunched from how tight his body must feel. God, Clint wanted to be inside him so badly he ached.
"Thor - " Tony hissed, a single tear running down his cheek that was licked away before it was free. He turned his face to the side to hide the others, biting his lip and moaning, "Thor please - "
Kissing him again, Thor murmured an order against Tony's open mouth, "Don't talk." He said and that was probably going to get an affronted or snappy remark but Thor didn't give him the chance to as he just picked up the pace and thrust harder.
Tony bit down on the inside of his arm, his eyes shut and his cheeks glistening.
"Why the hell haven't we done this before?" Clint asked aloud, watching as Natasha slid around a little more until she was within reach of Thor. She leant forward, rubbing a hand over Tony's thigh as he was brought slamming down faster and harder, keening and shouting out, "Look at him. Having the time of his life." Tony sobbed again.
"You're not doing much better yourself, Clint." Natasha quipped, sucking one of Tony's fingers into her mouth and bringing it down to her breast once they were wet, "I've never seen you so far gone." Clint opened his mouth to defend himself but she spoke before he could, "I didn't say I don't understand why," She amended, taking Tony's hand away from her chest and pulling it down, twisting it behind his back until it was lined with his own stretched out hole.
Thor slowed when he saw what she was doing, pressing his lips to Tony's shoulder and breathing in against his skin, tonguing at the sweat that was clinging there. Natasha pressed Tony's finger in alongside Thor's cock, working it in with a concentrated scowl on her face.
Tony snapped his head up to protest but Steve reached around and kissed him to muffle whatever he was about to say, sliding his tongue in for the first time and holding Tony there until he felt done.
"Woah there, Steve," Bruce said, laughing more freely than Clint had ever seen him do before, "Let him breathe."
Tony sucked in a gasp when Steve pulled away sheepishly, but it slipped into a strangled scream when Natasha pressed one of her own fingers in alongside Tony's, stretching him even further.
Thor groaned low in his throat, thrusting up minutely as the skin around his cock tightened and Tony gasped prettily, his teeth chattering, "Please - "
Natasha rolled her eyes, "We're not your slaves, Tony. You want it, you work for it."
"Give him a break," Steve said softly, "His throat probably hurts quite a bit. I was uh - a little rough." He cleared his throat and Natasha gave him a look.
"Steve, you're sweet, but trust me when I say that he's had worse," Steve frowned at her, unconvinced, "Tony can handle a rough blow job, believe me. I've seen it."
Clint shook his head, "Nah. He's right, Nat, we should give him a break," He slid down, bumping Natasha out of the way with his hip, "Move over," He smirked when she glared, "Relax, I know what'll stop him begging."
"No." Thor pulled Tony against him almost possessively as Tony lay limp in his arms.
"Yes," Clint corrected him, "It's my turn."
"No." Thor growled now, "Let me finish first."
"Thor."
Natasha laughed at Clint's affronted look, sitting back on her seat with a hand under her dress that she rotated beneath it. Clint glared at her and then back up at Thor.
"Fine. We can share." He said and he lifted one of Tony's legs up by the thigh, balancing it on one of Thor's biceps, "He's loose enough for two now, anyway. I think."
"Mm. You're welcome." Natasha murmured dryly, her breath hitching as she worked herself slowly, spreading her legs and sighing.
Clint sneered at her before testing Tony out with his own fingers, pressing himself up against the already stretched entrance. Tony bucked, babbling nonsense against Thor and scrambling over his shoulders with his hands.
"Nnoyoufuckkyoumonkeyfuckingshit"
"Did you just call me a monkey?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, but Tony just continued to swear. "Chill, Stark. I've done this before."
"Fuck you." Tony gasped out, still wriggling like an animal over Thor's chest. Clint scoffed, shaking his head.
"Sorry, that's my job," He pushed forward, "Now hold still and relax. You'll love this."
Tony kicked him when he started to press in, squirming a lot faster now that Clint slipped out before he'd even gotten halfway in.
"Stark, you idiot, you - Thor could you hold him still? It's hard to get us both in if he wriggles around like that."
Thor frowned at him, still obviously wanting Tony alone for himself, but he listened anyway after a moment and lifted both Tony's thighs up, suspending him with just his arms and spreading him wider for Clint to use.
"Stop ... " Tony was keening sharper as he was held apart, his lips wet and his eyes wide and Clint pushed in, holding him against Thor with a hand at the back of his neck.
Slapping his rear with one of her heeled shoes, Natasha moaned under her breath, her dress crumpled around her hand as she thrust fingers into herself, watching as Clint experimentally thrust himself in alongside Thor.
They both groaned how it felt and Thor clutched Tony tighter, bruising the thighs in his hands once again. Tony didn't say a word now and only stared at Thor as he was thrust into by the two of them together. He bit his lip, swallowed his cries and digging his nails into Thor's skin.
"Oh - fuck - " Clint thrust in harder, his cock rubbing against it's friend and sending spikes of pleasure down his spine and Jesus, Tony was still tight, this had to hurt at least a little. But it felt so damn good too. And he'd wanted it that way, hadn't he. He wasn't exactly complaining either.
Thor thrust with Clint now and when he did, Tony's moment of silence was over.
Briefly, Clint wondered if anyone could hear him screaming from outside of the car. He knew that the driver must have been able to at least and that was true loyalty.
As soon as he thought that, the car drove over a large pothole and hurled them all together. The bump forced Clint in deeper and with a low and drawn out groan, Thor came inside Tony from the friction it must have caused. The slick that he made, made it easier for Clint to move and he panted as he got faster himself, pulling back to let Thor slip out before twisting Tony around.
He turned him a little too hard unfortunately and Tony fell off of Thor with a cry, landing on his side. Clint swore, turning him over and Bruce grimaced beside him when they saw tears shining on his face.
"Shit, I'm sorry Stark," He didn't mean to laugh at the guy's pain but he did, if a little awkwardly, wincing at the glare that he got from Steve, "You didn't fall too far, though, it's fine. You okay?"
Tony turned his face away, shutting his eyes, and Clint looked up at Natasha who shrugged.
"Drama Queen." Bruce reminded them both and Steve huffed out a laugh, shaking his head down at Tony's shut eyes and pursed lips.
Rolling his own eyes, Clint pushed himself back in, driving a sharp gasp out of Tony as he shifted over the floor, and he didn't even have to work any harder until he was coming himself as well, harder than he ever thought he had before.
Tony sounded perfect when he felt him come within him, his chest hitching as he tried to stop the hiccups that he'd gotten before.
Steve went to his knees after Clint moved aside, carefully pulling Tony toward him with a grip on his ankles. Tony was slick now, from two doses of come, and he slid in with ease, shutting his eyes as he stopped and savoured it.
Tony planted a hand on Steve's bare chest, feebly pushing at him, urging him on, and Steve bent his head at the neck to kiss the fingertips there gently.
He rolled his hips, slowly, taking his time, and Tony hissed with his head bumping against Bruce's shoes as he was scraped over the floor. There was probably a lot of dirt all over that carpet, something Clint knew that Tony would hate having in his hair and body, and he was completely naked right now too so likely getting friction burn as well. He wondered if he should maybe should say something but they were all so far gone that he couldn't be bothered to burst their mood.
Bone tired and spread thin, he lay back on the seats and rest his head on Natasha's shoulder, feeling her tremble as she came over the seat; her eyes fixed on Tony.
Steve didn't last as long as Clint thought that he would have, which meant that he must have been working himself on just as Natasha had been, because when Bruce bent to push his cock into Tony's open mouth from above him, he came with a shout and bit down on Tony's neck to muffle it.
Tony choked in response, his neck stretched back as he took Bruce in and when come started to drip out of the side of his mouth he shut his eyes again, swallowing it down with a cough when Bruce didn't immediately move. He opened his eyes with a flash then, heaving, and darting them over all of them and then back.
When more come slipped out of his mouth, Bruce pulled out and trailed it up with a finger, feeding any he caught to Tony and wiping it over his lips. Tony turned away when he tried a second time and Bruce sighed but nodded, standing with a groan after having bent his legs for so long.
Tony's erection had flagged in all this time, he hadn't noticed before, and Natasha clicked her tongue when she saw it as well.
"Shame," She said, "I would have liked to have ridden him first."
Steve hummed, "Maybe next time."
Fuck. Next time.
Clint watched as Tony curled on his side at that, covered in their come.
Next time couldn't come soon enough.
Slowly, Thor took Tony's shirt from the floor and handed it to Bruce. He then lift Tony up, limp and cute with how silent he could go when he was tired, and he held him against his chest as Bruce dressed him again.
Natasha wiped Tony down with her already ruined briefs and tugged his trousers back on him as well. He was still shaking, his eyes falling shut when Thor slowly sat him down on the spare seat. He dropped his head down to look at his lap when he was let go and Clint prodded him with his shoe, smiling at him.
"Cheer up." He said, "Next time you can come too." He laughed when Natasha snorted at that, leaning over to wipe her wet fingers over Tony's bitten neck.
Tony didn't look up. He continued to look down the rest of the journey, even when they struck up new conversations, tucking themselves away and laughing at their newfound freedom away from their previous awkwardness and so on.
They were so uncaring of being seen naked around each other now and that was what he called a bonding session.
Still, Tony stared at his lap as they talked, his hands clasped together and his cheeks wetter than they'd been before. Probably just tired but hey.
At least he was silent for once in his goddamned life.
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