ᴳᴼᴰ ᴰᴼᴱˢᴺ'ᵀ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ʸᴼᵁ

although barton himself didn't usually masturbate for pleasure so much as he did it for stress-relief sometimes whenever he had a partner, he found the concept of walking in to see magnus touching himself as immensely titillating... and that brings us to now. they had negotiated all that they had wanted to do after barton had mistakenly walked into magnus masturbating, though to say that the incubus himself didn't mean for the doctor to come and find him was something that remained unseen but was a theory the blonde had. this was because the door was slightly ajar as magnus was doing it and so he could hear his moans traveling through the house as soon as he got home. they both had gotten to this degree in their relationship where barton trusted magnus with a key to his place, after all, so he could enter it anytime he wanted.

but this was the first time that barton found him doing something naughty in it without him. the doctor had come into the room feeling semi-shocked, but also semi-aroused as he sat on the bed next to where magnus was masturbating. honestly, however, what shocked barton more was how naturally the words 'i'm sorry, were you about to cum?' left his mouth whilst he looked the other up and down. this resulted in some giggles coming from him before he resumed talking to magnus with his hand on his bare thigh below the covers, massaging it, and finally asking the other if he wanted to have fun so bad then he was looking to test out this new bench he got during sex. but he would expect magnus to be a 'good pet,' barton told him, in exchange for getting a reward and that is how the pet-play had come into this.

barton slipped a martingale collar over magnus's neck as he pulled out this bench he had in his closet that had one long post in the middle, then four separate posts divided by two on each side for the other's limbs to rest upon, presumably. he kissed the other on the lips all the way through settling him into the bench, or otherwise restraining his ankles then his wrists to the posts, soon enough upon making sure all of his clothes were discarded and set a long mirror in front of magnus. that way, he would be able to see himself being used, but barton was going to try to ease him into subspace first before trying anything. he gripped the collar with one hand while he massaged warmed oil into the man's skin to hopefully relax him, and when he saw signs that his muscles untensed, barton hummed in contentment.