#adi thots

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

“Oh?” Tony pulls at the collar, and then looks back up at Bucky, cocking his head and batting his eyelashes, “I hadn’t noticed.”

He hadn’t noticed? Bucky reaches out and grabs at his hips, fingers fitting around familiar ridges and tugging Tony in so that he’s in between Bucky’s spread thighs, close enough that Bucky can count every individual lash.

“Is that right?” he murmers, “you hadn’t noticed?”

Tony blushes, tongue flitting out to wetten his lips, and Bucky tracks the movement, lifting his hand from Tony’s hips to trace his thumb along the same path once Tony’s done.

Tony relaxes his jaw, and sucks his thumb in, even though Bucky hasn’t changed out of his gear, even though his fingers are still encased in rough leather.

“I missed you,” Tony lets go of his thumb with a wet pop, and Bucky brings the arm on his hip around his waist, close enough that his dick bumps against Tony’s stomach, “didn’t like not having you around.”

Bucky leans in, nosing at the underside of his jaw until Tony leans his head back and bares his neck, so that Bucky can fit his teeth around the vein that’s jutting out.

“So you decided to wear my shirt?” he asks, in between kitten kisses that he’s peppering on Tony’s neck. Against him, Tony’s hips are rolling of their own accord, small stuttered movements as he chases friction.

“You -” he gasps when Bucky bites down on the juncture between his neck and his shoulder, “you took your dog tags with you.”

At that, Bucky leans back, unable to contain his smile when he sees how flushed Tony is; his normally brown eyes blown black.

He lets go of Tony for the couple of seconds it takes to fish his tags over and off his neck; and place them over Tony’s head so that they settle on his chest; before fitting an arm around his waist once more.

“So I did,” he lifts up the tags and presses the cold metal to Tony’s lips, coaxing them open silently so he can place them on Tony’s tongue. With a singular finger, he nudges at Tony’s chin so that he shuts his mouth; watching as Tony’s throat constricts when he sucks on the tags experimentally.

“Hold onto those for me,” he whispers, and then pulls up his shirt, the shirt that Tony is wearing, so that he can wrap his leather-encased fingers around Tony’s dick.

//

Tony’s fingers splay out on the sheets, digging into them hard enough to tear. His shoulders are hunched over and his back is arched, and even without looking, he knows that Bucky appreciates the visual. 

“You blush so beautifully doll,” Bucky says with ill-disguised awe, and Tony has to stop himself from flinching when his metal arm reaches out and cups his bare ass, “you turn red so beautifully.” He punctuates his words by squeezing Tony’s right cheek, and then lifting his hand and bringing it down with a loud smack that resonates around the room. 

Tony wants to scream, to yelp, to shift out of Bucky’s reach; but instead he bites the inside of his cheek and presses down on his knees. He’s not been allowed to speak, or move. Not unless he’s going to safeword.

(and he’s not going to safeword)

Bucky brings his hand down a couple more times, evenly on each cheek; and Tony’s cock spurts pre-cum, dribbling onto the sheets. Just as fast as he came, Tony feels Bucky move away - and for one horrible moment, he feels helpless - adrift. 

But as soon as the feeling comes, Bucky shows up near his front, and the feeling dissipates. His flesh fingers curl around Tony’s chin and nudge his face up - and Tony looks into his eyes, blown black with lust and it shoots right to his core.

“You’re so beautiful,” Bucky murmers again, reaching his thumb out to brush away tears that Tony wasn’t aware had fallen, “Are you kneeling comfortably?”

Tony opens his mouth to reply, but catches himself before he says anything and nods instead. Bucky beams at him, and he can feel the pride right down to his bones. I did good, he wants to shout, I can be good for you. But he doesn’t because he’s not allowed to talk.

Bucky’s thumb catches on his bottom lip, pulling it out from between Tony’s teeth. “You have the most plump lips,” Bucky mutters, “so full and pink. Bet they’d look pretty around my cock, wouldn’t you agree?”

Tony nods, feeling sluggish. Bucky’s metal hand goes down to the waistband of his boxers, while his flesh hand plays with Tony’s bottom lips. 

“What’s say we find out huh? You and me?” His cock springs free and hits his stomach wetly. “Open up baby boy.”

i can’t promise this will be completely top! tony but it definitely is dom!tony so hopefully the trade off is okay

//

“You were in the circus right?” Tony asks noncommittally, running a single finger on the underside of Clint’s thigh, scratching slightly at the juncture of his knee. The movement makes Clint twitch, and he’s torn between pulling his leg away from the movement and pushing into it.

“I didn’t know you knew that,” Clint replies, trying to focus on Tony’s words instead of his actions.

“I read up on you,” Tony continues, in that same tone, as if they’re having a conversation over coffee, as if Clint isn’t spread out naked in front of him, cock at half mast and skin flushed even though Tony is yet to even fully unbutton his shirt, “I read up on all of you, before I let you into the Tower. I wasn’t going to let just anyone live here.”

“But you,” there’s two fingers now, drawing distinct patterns on his thigh, “you I paid special interest to. I wanted to know everything about you.”

“Yeah?” Clint aims for cocky, but it just comes out as breathy, “What did you learn?”

Tony stills his fingers and looks up at Clint, dragging his eyes slowly across the length of his body before meeting his gaze with an even expression. They’re spread out unusually; Tony’s on his knees, bent out and sat up, while Clint is lying down with his bed propped on a pillow; legs splayed out on either side of Tony’s waist.

If Tony jerked his hips forward, his cock would rub against Clint’s; and Clint would bet top dollar that the suit Tony’s currently wearing would rub against his skin to give him just the right kind of friction.

“I learnt that you are remarkably flexible,” Tony says, and his hands move again, wrapping around his thighs and tugging them until they’re hovering just above the bed, “that you can bend yourself in half; take your knees and put them next to your ears.”

Tony moves slightly, and Clint has to bite back a moan at the way his dick brushes against his perineum.

“And I was thinking,” Tony continues, “that a demonstration was in order.” He tightens his fingers, hard enough that Clint knows he’s going to have bruises the next day.

“Why don’t you show me?”

AND!!! i didn’t see this one “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” for buckytony k love you bye

//

#41: “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”+ #61: “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” 

//

It must be noted, for the record, that New York is currently facing a record summer.  ‘Course, there are other clothes that Tony could be wearing during this time, but he would just like it to be known that his decision to wear shorts that barely cover his ass is justifiable. 

The real reason is the slack-jawed look on his boyfriend’s face when he comes down from the penthouse and into the Common Room. Bucky’s jaw falls open, and if this was a cartoon - Tony would put money that he’d been drooling and his eyes would be popping out of his head.

However, this was reality, and in reality - Bucky pushes off the chair and corners Tony instantly, and Tony has to submerge his odd urge to giggle at the way Bucky is so obviously trying to maintain a modicum of control. 

Honestly, Bucky’s lucky that Tony deliberately chose to come down after checking with JARVIS that Bucky was the only one here. 

“What you got on there doll?” Bucky says in a low murmur, arm snaking around his waist to pull Tony’s back flush against his chest. 

“They’re called shorts,” Tony says with an exaggerated pout, “why - do they not look good?”

“You look damn well delectable and you know it,” Bucky juts his hips out to punctuate his point, “and those aren't’ shorts. Shorts have - more fabric to them”

“Its hot,” Tony says with a wiggle, “I was letting my legs breathe”

“Why don’t you let your legs breathe in a nice pair of linen trousers instead,” Bucky grunts, “because if you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time”

“You said that like its a bad thing,” Tony says with a huff, canting his hips back to show Bucky just how he likes that idea.

Bucky tightens his grip to still Tony, chuckling when Tony whines.

“Oh no doll you misunderstood me,” he says, licking up the shell of Tony’s ear and revelling at the way he shivers against him, “you keep acting like a brat and i’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching”

Tony feels it that idea shouldn’t make his cock twitch against his shorts, but then again - that was a common occurrence around Bucky.

“Well if you want me to go up and change out of these shorts so bad,” Tony says demurely, tilting his head back so that his neck’s bared, “perhaps you should take me up yourself”

Bucky digs his fingers into the flesh of one of Tony’s cheeks, “I’m going to give you a ten second headstart and then I won’t be held accountable for my actions,” and abruptly moves away from Tony. 

It takes a couple of seconds for Tony to steady himself and digest what Bucky just said before he starts running up the stairs, the sound of Bucky’s chuckle following him all the way back to their bedroom

fin

//

i finished exams so im celebrating

/

The thing that shocked Steve the most in the 21st century was how many people thought he had no game

Granted, he took a bit longer than most because nobody was really giving him a chance pre-serum - but 2 years selling bonds and surrounded by girls who showed more than they covered up taught Steve how to act around pretty people very very quickly

And yet, everyone thought he was this bumbling buffoon when it came to picking someone up 

He didn’t like it much, but he had to admit - it did have its advantages

Advantages like being able to wear t-shirts that were just the right kind of tight and stretching obscenely so that it would ride up, just to watch Tony’s jaw turn slightly slack - and never be called out for it

He didn’t do it often, because that would give it away, but every so often, on days when he got back from his run and Tony was at the counter with a cup of coffee, hair so obviously rumpled from sleep in a way that made Steve want to reach over, thread his fingers through the locks and tug

On those sorts of days - like today - Steve would sit opposite Tony instead of next to him, and pull his hand behind his back, reaching over with his other hand to stretch it at the elbow and make his bicep flex a little, and every single time without Tony; Tony would splutter a little over his coffee

If Steve was particularly lucky, Tony would be so sleep deprived that he would even drool a bit

(like he was doing right now)

Tony mumbles an apology and rushes back to his penthouse, and Steve smiles to himself until he meets Rhodey’s unimpressed glare and schools his expression instantly

“You should just ask him out you know,” Rhodey says, holding up his hand before Steve can respond, “save it - I know what it looks like when someone’s interested in him” 

“I get why you’re doing what you’re doing,” Rhodey continues, “watching Tony lose his mind because of your abs is wildly entertaining. But its getting a bit much, either you ask him out or you stop because you’re just leading him on at this point”

“Plus,” Rhodey says just before he grabs his coffee and heads out, “I’ve shared a dorm with him long enough to know that what Tony will do once he knows he can fuck you the next time you flash your abs will be infinitely more fun”

Rhodey winks and lets himself out, and Steve wonders if he can will away an erection by sheer thought alone

//

Steve walks backwards until he hits the wall, skin flushing red at the way Tony is looking at him

“Hands above your head,” Tony murmers, and Steve instinctively raises them; shivering when Tony’s fingers ghost the skin under his tank

He wedges his knee in between Steve’s thighs, pressing up so that he brushes against Steve’s hard dick - and Steve can’t help himself, he cants his hips; desperately seeking friction

Tony’s fingers tighten around his waist, not tight enough to bruise, but tight enough to remind Steve to stay still; and Steve goes lax against the wall

He grips the sides of Steve’s tank-top and pulls it up with one hand, while another snakes around his naked back and pulls Steve flush against Tony’s front

They’re impossibly close yet so very far, Steve can feel Tony’s breath tickling his lips and yet he can’t bring them together

“Tony,” he begs in a breathy whisper, unsure of what he wants but keenly aware that he need more

“Stand down Captain,” Tony says with a smirk, the hand around Steve’s waist moving lower and under the waistband of his shorts so that Tony can dig his fingers into the curve of Steve’s ass, “all in good time”

Steve wants to protest, but then Tony crosses that last inch and presses their lips together, and he loses all train of thought and focusing on the singular contact of Tony licking into his mouth