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[wayward-sherlock]

hard stop punctuation…who is she?

[starker-stories]

An Accord (WIS), Chapter 9

All right guys. This is where I’d been before the Great Blog Deletion Disaster. Which means, barring your author doing anything else stupid, Friday March 6th will bring you chapter 10. 

This fic is on a weekly update schedule. Hopefully every Friday. More chapters may appear sooner if the writing is going well. Because I have 0 self-control.

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Tags: Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Post-Spider-Man: Homecoming, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Polyamory Negotiations, Polyamory, Cheating, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Domestic Nightmare Tony Stark, Reconciliation, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, WinterIronSpider, Happy Ending, Clothed Sex, Domesticity, Peter Parker is legal age in the state of New York, College Student Peter Parker, Takes place about 2 years after Civil War. Closeted Character

Summary: “Pretty, I know that kind of kiss. It’s hot. And it’s fast. And it’s hard. And it is fuckin’ incredible. I love that kind of kiss. When you’re in the middle of fucking and you’re so far gone that you’re nothing but need. That kind of kiss is…” Tony sighed and let his eyes roll heavenward. Bucky grinned.——————————————————————————————

Chapter 9: Kissing

Tony turned and stretched out on the bed, propping himself up on a couple of pillows, laying on his back. Peter settled on one side of him, Bucky on the other.

“Hmm. Keeping up with two of you is gonna kill me. I’m an old man with a weak heart,” Tony said, grinning as he put a kiss on each of their foreheads.

“I’m older,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, but you’re like he is. Immortal or something. I’ve already died twice.”

“Oh drama queen,” Peter said, rolling his eyes. “You weren’t dead either time.”

“There were obituaries. I was dead.”

“He always like this?” Bucky asked Peter.

“Uh huh.”

“Gang up on me again, Pretty and Beautiful, and I’ll show you what trouble three bodies can get into.”

“Was that supposed to be a threat?” Peter asked.

“Brat.”

“So,” Bucky began. “I’m vers, Peter’s a bottom, and you?”

“Is that your not-so-subtle way of asking if I’m gonna let you fuck me?”

“Maybe.”

Tony laughed. “We’ll see. I’m probably about ninety-nine percent top. Not saying I’ve never been fucked or that I’ve never enjoyed it. It’s just a very rare mood. And when I did, it was a…” he screwed up his mouth, trying to find the word, “sensation thing. I mean, other than when I was a whole lot younger and had this huge crush on a guy. But that didn’t last. A different pretty piece of tail,” he teased Bucky’s back with his fingers, “a beautiful just-past-jailbait boy,” he teased Peter’s, “walked by and that was the end of my crush.”

“We should object to him calling us that,” Peter said.

“Yeah, but it feels too good when he does,” Bucky countered.

Tony gave Bucky a deep kiss. He turned and gave Peter a deeper one. When he broke the kiss, he put his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. His brow furrowed and he bent down to kiss Peter again, absolutely passionately, absolutely filthy, probably going on far longer than was polite to the other person in their bed.

“I don’t know…” Tony said when he leaned back from Peter. He closed his eyes briefly. “I… god! I never thought… I have no problem with him sucking your dick or you sucking his. I have no problem with him fucking your ass,” Tony muttered.

“Kissing?” Peter asked, trying not to be disappointed, because he had to admit, the idea of kissing Bucky… that was something he wanted.

“Yeah. No. I dunno. Maybe?” Tony said, his eyebrow raised questioningly as he winced.

“We could find out,” Bucky suggested, helpfully.

“C’mere, Pretty.” When Bucky leaned up closer to Tony, Tony kissed him. He started out slowly. The way he liked to do with Peter. He didn’t let Bucky deepen the kiss sooner than he wanted. He teased the edges of Bucky’s lips. He tasted the swell of them. The traced the cupid’s bow with the tip of his tongue. His mind marked the difference in sensation, beard against beard, the scrape of it against his face. The little bit of struggle Bucky was giving him about taking over.

Tony broke the kiss for a moment. He shifted his position to turn slightly more toward Bucky then looked over his shoulder at Peter. “Would you…” He sucked in his lips. “Kinda curl up around my back? Hold onto me? Hold me close?” he asked, his voice quieting and sounding embarrassed to ask such a thing, especially to ask it in front of Bucky. “I want you to touch me while I kiss Bucky,” Tony said, finally explicitly saying what he wanted.

Peter smiled and slid closer, spooning around Tony’s back as Tony rolled himself and Bucky onto their sides, face to face. Tony let himself kiss Bucky the way he’d been dreaming of every time that he was trying so hard to keep himself restrained. As if not reacting to what they were doing somehow made it not cheating. Tony started out again, kissing him the same way he did Peter. But Bucky wasn’t Peter.

“I love kissing you the way I kissed you earlier,” Tony said, looking at Bucky, brushing his hair back from his face.

“You like breaking us,” Peter said, smiling, looking around Tony’s at them both. His smile turned into a grin. “You like knowing that with nothing more than a fuckin’ kiss, you can do…” Peter’s grin vanished. His eyes closed, he sighed, and his body writhed against Tony’s back.

Bucky reached across Tony’s middle and ran his hand down Peter’s arm. “Yeah… he can do that.”

“You’d be surprised how many people that doesn’t work on,” Tony said, chuckling.

“I don’t believe you,” Peter said.

“It’s true. But you’re right. I do love breaking boys,” he said with a smirk.

“I’m not a boy,” Bucky objected, quite firmly.

Tony turned back to him. He slipped his arm around Bucky’s chest and pulled him close. He loved kissing Peter, Tony could spend days kissing Peter, but he loved it when Peter kissed back or started the kiss. “Then kiss me when I kiss you.”

Tony started kissing the way he always did, soft, slow, exploring Bucky’s lips gently. Bucky let him for awhile. When Tony began kissing, it was like nothing Bucky had ever experienced before. Tenderness. From another man. Something he had plenty of experience with when he was kissed by girls. But a girl’s arms weren’t strong around him. A girl didn’t have a beard that grazed his face. And a girl most definitely didn’t have a cock, heavy and tumescent in those ridiculous silk boxers Tony wore, resting against his thigh. They were sensations he’d never even knew how to dream of, but had always wanted.

He pulled Tony closer, pressing his lips against Tony’s, hard. Bucky slid his hand up into Tony’s hair. It wasn’t a tug, but neither was it gentle. He sucked Tony’s bottom lip into his mouth and bit. Smiling, he licked to soothe the bite then pulled them together fiercely again. His kiss was hard and fast where Tony’s had been soft and slow. Bucky didn’t have Tony’s patience. Over and over, he brought Tony into a fierce kiss. The harder Bucky kissed, the harder Tony kissed back. It was hot and intense and endless. As it went on, it was impossible to tell who was kissing whom.

Bucky tangled Tony’s leg with his, bringing them closer. But his right arm, that was underneath Tony, reached up to find Peter, keeping him close as well. He broke his and Tony’s kiss. He reached his left hand down to Tony’s waist, but slid across it until he’d found Peter’s. Bending over Tony’s shoulder, Bucky pulled Peter into a kiss. Fierce and hard and biting, the same way he’d kissed Tony. His tongue found its way into Peter’s mouth and sought out the boy’s to suck on. When he left Peter moaning, he went back to Tony. Bucky started the same way he’d left off, demanding, his hands clutching at one, then the other, of them.

Then with a final bite to Tony’s upper lip, Bucky looked up at him. A little smirk teased his lips. He pushed on Tony’s shoulder, just enough to give him the hint that Bucky wanted him on his back, flat on the bed, propped on the pillows he’d been resting on before. He draped himself up high on half of Tony’s chest then pulled Peter into the same, but opposite, position. “Kiss us, Tony,” he said. He leaned over and gave Peter a quick, open mouthed kiss.

Peter slipped one arm underneath Tony’s arm. His other he draped across Tony’s body and settled on Bucky’s waist. Bucky matched his movement. Peter kissed Bucky back, the same way he kissed when Tony asked him for one instead of giving him one. “Yes, Tony. Kiss us.”

“Really,” Tony drawled with a smile. “Maybe I just wanna lay here and watch Pretty and Beautiful make out instead.”

They both leaned across Tony’s chest and kissed. Bucky kissed as hard, right from the beginning, as Tony did after working himself up to unbearable levels of desire. Peter was soft and open but, in his own way, he kissed back. They’d been far more open with their reactions when Bucky went down on Peter. But they hadn’t kissed. They had a lot to make up for. Their kiss went on for a very long time. And Tony found out that, while he thought it would bother him, it didn’t bother him at all. It was beautiful, actually. It was different.

“Kiss me,” Bucky said, panting after breaking his kiss with Peter. He leaned down and pressed his lips lightly to Tony’s.

Tony’s hand went up into Bucky’s hair, tangling the long strands into his fist. He pulled Bucky’s head back. “Kiss you?”

Bucky murmured his assent.

With a squeeze to Peter’s shoulder, Tony rolled over, pushing Bucky flat onto the bed, laying on top of him. He ground their bodies together. “Kiss you, huh?” Tony’s other hand gently cupped the side of Bucky’s face, in contrast to how hard he was pulling Bucky’s hair. He brushed his lips across Bucky’s. “You sure you want me to kiss you, Pretty?”

“Uh huh.”

“Like you kissed me?”

“Uh huh.”

Tony kissed Bucky deeply, his tongue delved into the other man’s mouth. He cupped both sides of Bucky’s face in his and moved him how he wanted him to move. He held him to his kiss. When Bucky wouldn’t yield, Tony bit. Hard. He tasted blood. His tongue didn’t soothe, he sucked. And he pressed his kiss deeper again. When he felt the start of Bucky’s surrender, Tony pulled away. He waited until Bucky chased after him. He held him and met his eye with a stare. Bucky whimpered almost silently. Tony leaned in and licked across his lips. Then pulled back again. Bucky chased him. That time Tony took control. Hard and deep and fast. But only once. Not repeating. When they broke for breath, Tony kept them apart.

“Kiss you?” Tony asked.

“Uh huh,” Bucky said again, his eyes were almost black with desire. His body twisted beneath Tony’s. He reached down and his hand slipped between them and loosened the top button of his pants.

Tony grabbed Bucky’s wrist harshly but then brought it up rest gently on his waist instead.

“Pretty, I know that kind of kiss. It’s hot. And it’s fast. And it’s hard. And it is fuckin’ incredible. I love that kind of kiss. When you’re in the middle of fucking and you’re so far gone that you’re nothing but need. That kind of kiss is…” Tony sighed and let his eyes roll heavenward. Bucky grinned.

Tony paused as he ran his fingers gently along the sharp line of Bucky’s jaw. “And if you’re not there? It’s the kind of kiss you get when it’s the only kind of kiss you can get. When you’re desperate for something that you know you can’t ever keep til morning. Baby…” He brushed Bucky’s hair from his face. “It’s the kind of kiss that I’ve given and gotten dozens of times in back rooms and dark alleys and those kinds of parties where you never let the other guys know you saw them there.” Tony rolled them back onto their sides. He felt Peter curl up against his back the way they’d been before. “I’ll kiss you, Bucky. When you’ve kissed me.”

He tried again. Sweet and so very gentle. Deepening it slowly. Pulling back to let Tony catch a breath long before he needed one. Again with a little more tongue. Again soft. Again more confidently but not expecting more than when he kissed Peter. Not letting there be more than when he kissed Peter.

Bucky kissed one last time with that smug overconfidence that Tony knew too intimately. Tony broke the kiss. He placed a line of kisses, wet and dragging open mouthed, over the stubble on Bucky’s jaw until he got just below the man’s ear. “I’m not a girl, Bucky,” he whispered quietly, his voice tender. He kissed Bucky lightly behind his ear and kept his voice a whisper. “Kiss me the way you wanted to kiss me when you fell on me.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around Tony’s chest, sliding them between Tony’s back and Peter. With a quick kiss to Tony’s shoulder, Peter moved a little bit away. He was surprised that he didn’t feel even the least little bit of jealousy watching them kiss. He was watching Tony do something that, if you’d asked him yesterday, he would’ve sworn would’ve devastated him. But that was before his enhanced senses heard Tony’s whisper. He wasn’t even jealous anymore that they had fucked. Peter still wanted to know, in the future, when it happened, but it felt different now. He propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at Tony and Bucky and watch them kiss. He smiled softly as he watched the shudder work its way through Bucky as he buried his face in Tony’s neck.

Tony held Bucky through his shudders, threading his fingers through his hair, not rushing it until his tension passed. He nuzzled against the man’s face, guiding him to come out of his neck in the same way he did to Peter when Peter was overwhelmed yet had calmed but was still afraid to pull away. When Bucky had his head back on the pillows, he gave Tony a hesitant smile. Tony whispered against his lips. “Kiss me, Bucky.”

Bucky slid his hand up to hold Tony’s neck. Not pulling, but caressing. He kissed him lightly and his hesitant smile turned sincere. His eyes smiled before they closed. He parted his lips and Tony met him but took it no further. When Bucky brought the kiss home it was hard and passionate, and slow. And Tony met him again, but no further. Instead, Tony’s hands wandered over his back. Not softly, but… wantingly. Bucky moaned into the kiss, broke it and began again deeper. His hand left Tony’s neck and both hands ran over his body.

Bucky reached between them and traced the full circle of metal in Tony’s chest with the fingertip of his left hand while he kissed him. He smiled into the kiss again when Tony’s palm caressed over the round of his shoulder and fingers continued down to follow the line where metal joined flesh. Bucky teased with his tongue against Tony’s lips as his fingertip slipped off the silver circle of the arc reactor to trace where it fit into Tony’s chest.

Tony chuckled softly against Bucky’s lips as their hands resumed a more normal exploration of their bodies. He slid his mouth down and dragged his lips across the day’s growth of his beard. Bucky nuzzled at his face, raising it and bringing their kiss together again.

He kept the pace slow, as slow as Tony had kissed him, but he couldn’t keep the intensity from it. He’d watched Tony kiss Peter. He’d felt Peter kiss him back when they’d kissed. He wasn’t Peter. Tony hadn’t asked to be kissed by Peter. He’d asked to be kissed by him. And being kissed by him, even when it was slow, came with a bite. A smiling bite. A playful bite. A taunting bite. Very much a ‘are you gonna kiss me back?’ bite.

“It’s like that, huh, Pretty?” Tony said smiling.

Bucky leaned in and snagged Tony’s bottom lip in his teeth but didn’t bite. “Uh huh,” he said letting go, grinning.

Tony kissed Bucky deeply, desperately, with a wince of frustration. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me not to pull you up and taste me on those lips of yours?” He didn’t give him time to answer before his tongue was back in Bucky’s mouth. His hand went up into Bucky’s hair, his fingers firm, his hold solid. He slid their bodies closer together. Tony parted their lips and both gasped for breath before he claimed Bucky’s mouth again.

Peter pressed himself against Tony’s back. He buried his face in his hair and moaned, grinding against him.

Tony broke his kiss with Bucky and reached his arm back.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop,” Peter groaned. He moved Tony’s hand back to Bucky and slid up higher on the bed where he could watch as he rocked his hips against Tony’s back.

“All right, Beautiful,” Tony said as Bucky looked up at Peter with his eyes twinkling.”Oh no, Pretty. You don’t get to kiss him again yet. I’m not done with you.” Tony’s kiss was fierce. “You have absolutely no business having lips like that,” Tony growled.

He started out slow. Or tried to. Wanted to. Maybe wanted to. Nope. He hooked his leg high over Bucky’s and pulled them together as his next kiss came hot. Tony tangled their legs together, seemingly at random but entirely not. He used the leverage to jerk Bucky off balance and land him on his back with Tony on top of him. Tony watched the instinct play across his face. He nipped Bucky’s lip and kissed him lightly. “Unh unh, Pretty. Not in here. That belongs to me in here.”

He heard Peter whimper from his perch at the top of the bed. Peter, his spider, knew what that was about. “Gimme.” Tony pinned Bucky’s wrists to the bed. He felt the start of a struggle. “Unh unh. This isn’t like that. I’m not gonna fight you for it. Not even play fight.” He kissed Bucky hard. “Give it to me.”

Peter wasn’t the only one who whimpered that time at the sound of Tony’s voice. He kissed Bucky harder. He kissed him longer. He let go of his wrists and Bucky’s arms went around his chest. He held, like Peter’s did, just on the edge of using too much of his strength… but not. Tony kissed him again. Repeatedly. Bringing their bodies tightly together.

He knew Bucky felt the hard circle of metal against his chest. Tony felt the pressure of the arc reactor’s housing move slightly within him. He felt a little frisson of electricity run through him from that movement the way it always did when he held Peter that close.

Bucky gasped when he caught a breath. He moaned around Tony’s tongue as it touched and tangled with his. When Tony flipped them both it took everything he had to remember where he was. Anyone who pulled a move like that was hurt. Badly. There was something to having his body moved in that way… when it wasn’t in a fight… when it wasn’t by a handler… when it wasn’t by someone who was going to hurt him when they… did what Bucky so desperately wanted Tony to do.

Oh. And Tony noticed. That was exciting. Sometimes when he and Steve were in bed together things got physical. Little struggles that always ended very pleasantly. But it was too often a struggle, a playful struggle, but a struggle between them.

Oh. And Tony noticed. Bucky tensed when he was pinned to the bed. It was so brief because almost before he could register what happened, Tony was kissing him again. When Tony was kissing him — it was such a totally unbelievable response — Bucky didn’t want to fight. Neither the world or himself.

The way Tony kissed him, nothing could register but want. Tony’s kisses were endless. They weren’t a means to a goal, they were a means unto themselves. it felt like Tony wouldn’t mind if nothing but kissing and touching lasted hours.

And there was that other thing. That thing they shared that no one else did. The way their bodies had been… changed. The powerlessness of how it happened but the power that came with now. The feelings he had were complicated. He imagined they were complicated for Tony. From Tony’s response, it certainly seemed so. He kinda really liked being with someone who understood.

And holy fuck…

“You like breaking men as well,” Bucky said with a grin.

Peter laughed. Tony rolled over and pulled one into each arm, trying hard not to look too self-satisfied.

“You’re insufferable,” Peter said rolling his eyes as he smiled.

Tony pulled Peter partially on top of him. He ran his fingertip along the side of his face and cupped the back of his neck. “Yeah, well I don’t have to do this…” He brought Peter into a long, slow building, repeated, deep kiss. And when Peter’s whimper grew high pitched and one of his hands wrapped between Tony’s back and the pillows, and the other reached to slide across Bucky’s back… Tony didn’t let him up but started all over again. More passionate and intense, and tender. Until there weren’t just whimpers and moans, Peter was squirming and rocking his hips against him, and clutching. Right on the edge of too hard, like Bucky had done. Gently, with smaller, calming kisses, he eased Peter down to the place by his side that he’d been.

“I mean if you object to it so much…” Tony smiled softly at Peter. “I don’t have to kiss Beautiful…” He pulled Bucky in closer and smiled at him too. “…And Pretty that way, y’know.”

“You stop and I’ll web you to the ceiling,” Peter teased, putting a light kiss on Tony’s lips.

“And I’ll hold you there for him to do it,” Bucky said smiling before he followed Peter’s kiss with one of his own just the same.