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Sleepy Sex | Nipple Play (Wasn’t crazy about any of the prompts for today, so we threw together our own!)

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Tony wakes up moaning, which is basically his favorite way to wake up.

It takes a couple seconds of desperate blinking to even figure out which way is up, waves of pleasure rolling through him and trying so hard to keep Tony trapped in that hazy place between asleep and awake. The room is dark, but that could easily be the shades, Tony has no way of knowing if it’s noon or still the middle of the night. Either way, he can’t really focus on anything past the fact that his entire body is lit up with bright, aching pleasure, centered in his chest and spreading outwards is slow waves. When he finally gets his eyes to focus he’s greeted with the sight of Bucky’s face, chin propped on Tony’s sternum and Tony’s nipples pinched between his fingers, grinning wolfishly.

“Wha-“ Tony isn’t even sure how he intends to finish that question, but it turns out not to matter because that’s all he can get out before Bucky gives both of Tony’s nipples a twist, just this side of too hard. All of Tony’s breath gets knocked out of him in a shaking wail and it feels like his chest is on fire, pain and pleasure lighting up every nerve from his shoulders to his hips. And then Tony arches and oh, that’s his hard cock trapped against the firm muscle and soft skin of Bucky’s stomach, another hot burst of pleasure that has Tony whining and moaning loudly again.

“Morning,” Bucky says, perfectly pleasant, like he hasn’t spent the past who knows how long working Tony up to this point in the first place. There’s only a slight husk to Bucky’s voice to show he’s effected too, but before Tony can call him out on it Bucky rubs his thumbs in hard circles over Tony’s nipples again. The contrast of smooth, warm metal and calloused skin always drives Tony crazy and now is no different, has Tony scrambling at Bucky’s shoulder with fingers still sleep-stupid.

By the time Bucky lets up again Tony has completely given up on questions, instead just whining pitifully as he drags in shaking lungfuls of air. “Fuck, fuck,” Tony pants, his hips still rocking up against Bucky in slow, lazy movements.

Bucky hums in what appears to be agreement and shifts so he can get his mouth on one of Tony’s nipples, still teasing and flicking at the other with his right hand.

“Ohh, Bucky, I-“ Tony nearly shrieks as the flat of Bucky’s tongue drags over his nipple, hot and wet and followed by a hint of teeth and tight suction. “Bucky, please-“ Tony groans but he had no idea what he’s asking for, doesn’t ever want the exquisite torture to end. He’s finally waking up enough that he can convince his legs to get with the program and wrap around Bucky’s hips, giving Tony better leverage to grind up against Bucky’s stomach, slick with sweat and precome.

Bucky lets out a groan of his own that practically vibrates between them and presses closer, grinds his own cock against the swell of Tony’s ass.

Tony is so close to losing his mind as they thrust and writhe against each other, still half convinced this is a particularly vivid dream. “Bucky, Bucky,” he whines, like it’s the only word he knows anymore, sluggish fingers digging into Bucky’s hair though honestly Tony can’t tell if he’s trying to pull Bucky closer or tug him away. When Bucky switches his mouth to Tony’s other nipple his metal fingers are a stark contrast where the wet heat of his tongue had just been and Tony’s breath starts hitching in his chest, his cock throbbing against Bucky’s stomach. “I- I-“ Tony gasps out and then Bucky’ s teeth close around his nipple and tug, hard. Tony nearly screams as he comes, thrashing in Bucky’s hold as that aching burn spreads from his chest to the rest of his body, leaving him shivering and whimpering as he spills hard and messy between them, back arching sharply as he tries to press his chest up closer to Bucky’s wicked mouth, tries to get more.

Bucky finally releases Tony’s nipple from between his teeth, his breath hot and fast against Ton’s skin as grinds against Tony one more time and then comes with a long drawn out moan.

“Well good morning to you, too,” Tony says, voice still shaking as he slowly loosens his hold on Bucky’s hair.

I don't know what they are fighting about but, in the end they sort it out ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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I need to draw this from @not-close-to-straight au.

Clint fell out of the vent (again), Steve is wrapping a sprained ankle. Clint needs no man, but would want a very specific one plz.