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“You could have taken an extra fewminutes to tug on the flight suit,” Bucky murmured.

“And just think what opportunitieswould be lost for you to strip me out of the suit–”

“Okay, okay,” Bucky said, shiftinguncomfortably. His tactical pants were less restrictive than Tony’s armor, butnot that much more giving. He imagined, for just a moment, Tony’s mostly bareskin on the inside of the armor, the lacy little things he was wearing aconstant torment against sensitive skin. “Jesus Christ, Stark.”

“Hey, I’m the one still wearingnipple clamps,” Tony said.

Bucky was lucky he could walk offthe damn Quinjet normally.

Finally, though, they were back inthe penthouse, Tony still clanking around like the world’s horniest knight.“Can this come off in pieces?” Bucky wondered. He knew the whole thing cameoff, and for that matter, how to strip it off in case Tony was incapacitated,but– well, he knew Tony. He’d probably designed in a striptease protocol, justbecause it was Tony.

“Drop a beat, so I can knock yoursocks off?” Tony suggested.

“Yeah, wanna see you go from yourcolors to mine,” Bucky said.

The new get up was custom-made,straps and buckles of black leather that showed off almost everything. Almost.

Tony pulled up a song, it didn’teven matter what it was, something with a strong backbeat that could matchBucky’s heart, set his blood racing. As if Tony didn’t do that just by existing.

Bucky settled in his chair again, asimple thing with a narrow back that Bucky could sit in while Tony danced,strong enough to hold up both of them when Tony decided to lap dance, andadorned with several clasps and d-rings to attach any number of fancy bondagegear to it.

Tony danced in the suit, and it wasastonishing how graceful he was, how sexy and lithe and– the chest platefolded in on itself. 

Shoulders still covered, everythingfrom the navel down was clad in red and gold metal, but the chest was open andexposed. 

Crossed over Tony’s chest in anintricate laced pattern, were leather straps with buckles, silver connectorsthat surrounded lush, plump nipples, being tortured and teased erect with red,star-shaped clamps.

“That looks painful,” Buckyobserved, even as his stomach clenched with desire. “Come on over here, let meloosen that up for ya.”

Tony danced closer, and Buckyleaned forward, flicking his tongue over the swollen skin. He worried at thelittle star with his teeth, twisting the clamp and making Tony moan. Finally,he sucked, pulling the clamp off and letting blood rush back to Tony’s nipple,purple and tasting of a bruise underneath.

Tony shivered, moaned, and thenpanted for breath. Letting a clamp loose was always, always more painful thanputting it on. Unless–

Bucky plucked the star from hismouth and held it up as if for Tony’s inspection. “Want me to put it back onfor ya? You look lopsided.”

That would be worse, the fewmoments of relief, and then searing, aching pain. Especially after Tony had beenwearing the thing for more than an hour, while fighting, each move brushing theclamp against the armor.

Bucky twitched and his dick gotharder.

“No,” Tony decided. “But you canlick it for me, make it feel all better.”

“Gladly,” Bucky said. He patted hislap. “Come here… there, not quite all the way down. That armor’s not comfy onthe outside. Can you hold like that?”

There were a lot of movementenhancements and supports in the armor, Bucky knew. Tony could hold a positionfor a long time, although there would still be strain in his thighs, spreadwide and quaking behind the plates. 

“I can pop the briefs off,” Tonyoffered.

“And still stay off my legs?”

That would be even more fun, Tony’sgroin and belly exposed and vulnerable, still held open.

Tony inhaled, then nodded. Thecodpiece retracted until Tony’s underwear was showing. Leather bands with lacemesh, a tight fitting pouch that struggled to contain Tony’s dick, and a simplecircle opening in the back so that they didn’t have to come off for Tony to getfucked.

“Beautiful,” Bucky said. Bucky ranthe fingers of his left hand over the pouch, getting the double shudder fromTony. “Can you stay like that, long enough for me to get you off?”

“That depends,” Tony said, alreadybreathing hard behind the faceplate. “What’s your plan?”

“I thought, if you’re good, I cantouch you and stroke you until you make a mess all over this pretty lingerie,and then, while you’re all sated and satisfied, turn you right around and sityou on my dick.”

Tony drew in a breath, hard andeager. “With the rest of the suit on?”

“Yes.”

“Oh yeah,” Tony said. “I can do it.”

The challenge, Bucky knew, wasgetting Tony to come – to succeed – and make him work for it, without makingit impossible. Or too easy.