Therapy

Bucky couldn’t believe that between the choice of running a story on yet another terrorist attack or Tony’s orientation the news fucking picked Tony. And they claimed that he was the one who thought he was so special and different or whatever, yet they were the ones making such a huge deal about this whole thing. Tony didn’t even care; it was what it was as he put it and if it wasn’t for everyone else freaking out over it this would have faded from news long ago. But no, everyone insisted on having all the dirty details even though Tony informed them there were no dirty details.

He watches the news in some sort of morbid fascination as poor Tony gets mobbed by a bunch of people asking incredibly invasive questions as if it was ever okay to do such a thing and Tony finally spins around. “You,” he says, pointing out some pretty blonde journalist, “what’s your orientation?” She answers, Dom, and Tony nods, “alright, you ever have some bright shining moment you can pick out where you realized this or did you just sort of know? You people do realize that just because I’m different doesn’t mean I had a moment when I realized that right? Wanna know when I knew I was a Dom? Like forever, but that isn’t the answer you want, is it? There was no moment when I realized I was a freak of nature; no moment in which I noticed I wasn’t like other subs given I’ve never been one, and no moment for you all to talk about for the next three weeks as if my orientation is newsworthy. So fuck off,” he snaps, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Tony turns on his heel and walks away and the mob tries to surge forward to follow but Happy manages to wedge himself between Tony and the mob so the poor guy could escape. Steve sends his own opinions of this blow by blow now that they’re on speaking terms again, agreeing with Tony much to Bucky’s surprise. Then it dawns on him that Steve doesn’t actually know about him and Tony so there was no reason for him to be jealous at the moment. He guessed he’d have to fill Steve in on who he was seeing eventually but for now he enjoyed Steve’s righteous texts about how people were using Tony’s orientation as an excuse to not cover actual news. At least he was right about that.

*

When he didn’t do this often he didn’t notice how antsy he got without it, but now that he was more active with scenes Bucky noticed right away when his behaviors started to shift. First he would be more irritable than normal but he’d keep it to himself, then he’d get grumpy with everyone else, and then he just started avoiding everything. Obviously he knew the psychological effects not engaging his sub instincts on some level but it was different when he was experiencing it. When tony texts asking if he’s been in a bad mood lately he’s grateful he isn’t the only one with the inexplicable urge to punch everything.

I freaked out at Pepper earlier

She got me coffee

She never does that

I’ve been an ass

Bucky reads Tony’s texts and snorts because yeah, he has been an ass and he tells Tony that too. Granted he shouldn’t talk, poor Steve got snapped at for texting him too early even though he did that all the time. Or at least he did before the whole ‘I’m secretly in love with you’ thing. Bucky apologized but it was still something he didn’t want to make a habit of, it was rude and Steve didn’t really deserve that.

Yeah yeah

I told her I was an ass

Natasha was givin me The Look

If I die she did it

He shakes his head at Tony’s tirade, doubtful that Natasha would out and out kill him. She’d probably just hang around menacingly and let Tony stew in the ‘what ifs’, he’d probably be more creative in imagining his own death than Natasha would be. Plus Natasha probably has better thinks to do. Tony takes offense to Natasha having better things to do than murder him, making Bucky wonder about Tony’s being a bit of an attention seeker at times. Like this time, he should probably be happy that Natasha had no interest in murdering him but of course Tony didn’t see it that way. Either way he’s infinitely glad that Tony asks him to come over later because he really needed to get rid of that itch under his skin.

*

As much as he understood the importance of food before a scene he was almost irritated that Tony was making him eat. The food, pirogues, looks great but he wanted to get to the damn point. Tony must be fucking intent on torturing him though because Bucky swears he’s dragging this out for far longer than necessary. “Don’t look at me like that, did you eat before you got here?” he asks and Bucky sulks on his pillow. At least it was soft, but then Tony was intent on making him comfortable while he tortured him with the food. “Didn’t think so, and we aren’t doing this in an empty stomach so open your mouth and quit your moping around,” Tony tells him, commands him really.

Bucky opens his mouth and takes the food but he’s still resentful that he has to wait. Patience has never been his strong suit, probably from too much time spent with Steve, King of No Patience. Tony makes sure to feed him slowly, ensuring that he’s swallowed what was placed in his mouth before he even considers giving him another bite and Bucky is so tempted to just march off to Tony’s bedroom in protest. Unfortunately all that would get him is whatever punishment Tony decided to dole out and he had no clue what Tony would consider a punishment and he wasn’t keen on finding out either.

Instead of giving him his next bite Tony holds it hostage, “you’re still pouting,” he says. He opens his mouth to respond and thinks better of it when none of the responses were all that pleasant. “Wise decision,” Tony tells him and he holds out the fork with that damn pirogue on it. He takes the bite gently but chews the food resentfully, eyeing how much is left on the plate before he could escape and actually do things. “The longer you sit there acting like a brat the longer I’m dragging this out,” Tony says and Bucky kicks himself for not realizing sooner. Of fucking course this was the damn punishment, though in Tony’s defense it was working really well. Bucky forces himself to relax some and Tony spears more pirogue. He’s still annoyed even though the process goes faster, and he just about throws a fit when he makes Bucky drink some.

In Tony’s slight defense he doesn’t make Bucky drink a lot, nothing ruins a scene faster than a full bladder but still. The worst part is that Tony fucking knows how much he’s irritating Bucky and he’s enjoying it too, drawing out the space between his own enjoyment and Bucky’s. He’d protest but that would only mean his own gratification would be held off longer so he grudgingly deals with Tony’s food and drinks and whatever the hell else he was going to do just to make Bucky suffer. “Go to the bedroom,” Tony tells Bucky after making him sit there for an excruciating five minutes while Tony cleaned things. What rich guy cleaned anything?

“Slowly,” Tony instructs when Bucky all but jumps to his feet. He grudgingly walks at a relatively normal pace to Tony’s room, looking around the space but there was nothing to give away what happened next. He doesn’t know if he’s happy about that or annoyed. On one level it sort of ups the stakes a little, not knowing what was about to happen to him and the thought makes him shiver in anticipation. On a more practical level he felt like he’s waited long enough, thanks, not that he was about to tell Tony that. Instead he quietly kneels on the ground like a good sub and waits for Tony.

The man takes like a million years to finally grace Bucky with his presence and when he does he stays plenty far away from him, too far away. He squirms some but all that does is get Tony to move further away. Damnit. “You’re not very cooperative today,” Tony notes, raising an eyebrow. Bucky scowls at him. “Case and point,” Tony says, gesturing to his current facial expression, “you’re going to need something more than what we’ve done before and I have plenty of ideas.” Bucky waits but Tony doesn’t elaborate, obviously wanting to watch Bucky’s world burn or something equivalent.

He walks around slowly doing something not that Bucky knew what it was. Not paying attention to him anyways, and that was annoying. Eventually he hears a drawer open and he thanks his god damn lucky stars that Tony was finally getting on with the damn show but when Tony walks back over he’s empty handed. Bucky barely resists the urge to groan and Tony fucking know it too, leaning slightly away when Bucky leans forward in a sad attempt to receive some sort of touch. Slowly, too slowly, Tony reaches out and brushes his fingers down the side of Bucky’s face. He keens, leaning into the touch but Tony moves away far too soon and the noise turns into a growl of frustration. Tony laughs, shaking his head at Bucky’s plight as he moves away again to go do something that was not petting Bucky. What an ass.

Tony walks away again and Bucky anchors himself to the floor, using all his willpower not to go crawling after Tony seeking attention. He had some pride left though he was quickly loosing it. When Tony returns he’s got something behind his back but he doesn’t seem intent on letting Bucky see whatever it is. “You look antsy,” he says, grinning at him like the cat that caught the mouse.

Bucky admits that he kid of feels like Tony’s mouse given how much he’s being toyed with. “What is it that you want, honey?” he says, swaying forward just a little.

“Touch me,” Bucky blurts. So much for pride.

“Where?” Tony asks, tilting his head to the side and surveying Bucky’s body. He’s shirtless, like usual, not that he was paying much attention to that. He was far more interested in the way Tony was looking at him, licking his lips lightly like he saw something he liked.

He leans forward again, “anywhere,” he breaths, the word coming out soft and light.

“Not specific enough,” Tony chirps, walking away without ever showing Bucky what he had behind his back. He can’t help the noise of frustration that leaves his throat and Tony doesn’t even acknowledge it. That only makes him grit his teeth in annoyance more. Tony takes his sweet ass time coming back, rummaging around in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. He scolds Bucky when he catches him looking over his shoulder so Bucky sits there scowling at the wall.

When Tony finally comes back he moves to sit behind Bucky, perched on the end of his bed. When the brush hits his hair he anticipates it from previous scenes and leans into the touch, smiling as the bristles worked through his long hair. The brush works though rhythmically, gently pulling the knots out of his hair and smoothing down the frizz some. The sensation is pleasant but he finds himself losing focus quickly, almost missing when the brush falls change and start pulling his hair back instead of down. Tony gently pulls the strands back, running his fingers through after the brush and Bucky pushes into that because it held his attention more. But then Tony’s damn fingers leave his scalp and it’s replaced with the fucking brush.

He pulls the hair back, lifting it some before pulling the rest of the hair up with it and tying a band around it, pulling the hair though until it was in a bun just above the center of his head. “I hope you don’t plan on cutting your hair,” Tony says softly before he moves again, away from Bucky no less. If his hair was going to keep Tony around for more than four seconds he would gladly grow it out as long as he needed to. Okay, that’s a lie, he made a promise to himself that he would never look like a hippie so it wasn’t going to go further than his clavicle but still. He listens to Tony do… something as patiently as possible, that is not say not patiently at all, until he finally comes back over. Tony’s hand traces some loose strands of his hair back and Bucky leans into the touch, eyes fluttering shut as he does but then Tony removes his hand and Bucky is left with nothing again.

“Impatient,” Tony chides lightly, “I have some ideas that need your approval. Don’t answer me right away, I want you to think.” Bucky resists the urge to shift in impatience, barely, and Tony hands him a blindfold. Fine, they’ve done this before so he didn’t see why they were going over this but Tony gives him a look so he considers it. The blindfold wasn’t sheer like the last couple times they’ve done this but he was all right with that, he closed his eyes the last couple times so he hadn’t seen anything anyways. This wasn’t new and he liked it before so he was fine with it now.

He looks back up at Tony, who gives him an approving nod and hands him something new. He takes the material, mistaking it for another blindfold for a moment before he spots the knot. Ahh, knotted cleave gag. They had had this discussion before and Bucky wasn’t opposed to it but he hadn’t been overly interested either. When he looks back up, about to ask how he was supposed to communicate with this thing on Tony hands him a set of keys, “jingle them in place of a safe word,” he says. Bucky takes the keys gingerly and examines the gag, considering. It was made of material so at least he wouldn’t have to worry about drool, and he had an alternative method of communication…

With his decision made his sits back and looks at Tony, keeping the gag and the keys in his hand. Tony’s lips tip up some and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out… “the hell are those?” he asks, looking at the small objects in Tony’s hand.

“Wireless ear buds,” he says and pauses, letting that sink in. So he wouldn’t be able to see, hear, or speak… he bits his lip, considering and Tony waits patiently so his answer. That was a lot but… but this was Tony and he hasn’t steered him wrong yet, even with that weird math thing. And he could say no, he knows Tony would listen, unlike Brock…

He stops that line of thinking there and looks back up at Tony, “okay,” he says.

“Good,” Tony says, smiling slowly and Bucky leans forward, anticipating a touch with the praise but then Tony walks away with the damn ear buds.

“No,” Bucky whines, pouting at the wall in front of him.

“Well that’s got to be the first to go,” Tony says from across the room. Bucky almost asks what he means but then he’s back and he takes the gag from Bucky’s hand, shoving it in his mouth when he goes to say something. “You okay?” Tony asks after a moment of watching Bucky glare at him in annoyance. He nods though because he’s fine, and it wasn’t even tied yet. Tony brushes his fingers along his jaw and pulls back the moment Bucky leans into it, “good,” he says and reaches for the fabric hanging out of Bucky’s mouth, securing the gag almost at the base of his neck. It left room for the blindfold, he knew, and that’s what Tony takes next but he doesn’t put it on.

“Ground rules, when I touch you jaw I’m asking if you’re okay, got that?” Tony asks, tracing his fingers on the underside of Bucky’s jaw as demonstration. Bucky nods because the concept wasn’t exactly difficult to grasp and he wanted to move on with this already. Tony repeats the action, dragging the pads on his fingers along the underside of Bucky’s jaw. When he doesn’t respond Tony raises an eyebrow at him and oh this was a test, duh. He nods because he’s perfectly fine and Tony can like move on already. “Good. Now, when I touch your elbow I want you to stand,” he says, touching his elbow as demonstration, thankfully not the metal one. But then Tony seemed to understand he was self conscious about it, something he was thankful for. He touches his elbow again and this time Bucky wasn’t dumb enough to fail the damn test and he stands as instructed. “Good, now kneel,” he says, grinning when Bucky gives him a look. But he sinks back to the floor like he was supposed to and he waits.

Tony hands him the ear buds and tells him to put them in so he does as instructed, listening as the classical that was typically playing in the back ground overtook his hearing. The music wasn’t loud but it did ensure that there was no chance he was going to be able to hear Tony moving around or anticipate what he was going to do next. The thought sends a shiver down his spine as he fixes the buds in his ears. He sees Tony nod and then he holds up the blindfold. Bucky expects him to tie it on but he doesn’t, he just stands there for a moment until Bucky realizes he’s asking for permission and that he wasn’t moving until he got it. Bucky nods the okay and Tony steps in close, close enough that he could feel Tony’s body heat and smell his expensive cologne, and he carefully places the blindfold around Bucky’s head and the world goes dark.

Nothing happens for a long moment while Bucky adjusts to his knew position, clinging to the keys in his hand even if he doesn’t think he’ll need them. He can’t see anything but darkness, can’t feel anything but the cotton fabric across his eyes and in his mouth, and can’t hear anything over the swelling crescendo of the song that was playing. He strains to hear something past the steady notes and string instruments but he hears nothing, feels nothing, and can’t anticipate anything. Patience has never been his virtue but oh, he sits there for a long time before he finally feels something and he straightens, expecting something to come but all he gets the slight breeze he felt. Probably Tony walking by or something.

The music continues to play; drawing his attention elsewhere momentarily as a few notes to the current melody play in a soft symphony. Then he feels something else, another slight breeze like Tony just walked by again and he sits straighter again but nothing comes of it. He clutches the keys tighter in an effort to feel something, anything but nothing, when another breeze hits him. This was stronger than the last two, like Tony had moved something large and the movement left a cool wind to hit his back. What caused the sensation he had no idea and he gets no time to ponder it because something soft hits his shoulder so briefly he almost didn’t notice it. He waits for something else but that was all he got and after a moment he started to wonder if he even felt something or if he was making things up.

He feels another breeze move by and he tries to lean towards it, to lean towards touch but he’s too late and his opportunity is gone. Sighing, he sits back in his previous position, almost missing the warmth radiating from his right side from a body that wasn’t his own. As soon as he realizes it’s there he moves towards it but Tony is gone before he reaches him and Bucky thinks he lets out a whine. He shivers due to the cool temperature of the room and the desire to be held, pet, appreciated. Instead he’s left in the center of nothing, his world reduced to music, the keys in his left hand, and the hope that Tony will come back for him soon.

It’s a long while before he notices a change in the air, well, smells a difference. Tony’s expensive cologne, he’d be able to pick that scent out anywhere. He waits for something else to come with it but that’s all he gets at the moment, the knowledge that Tony was around because the air smelled strongly of his scent. The thought of Tony being there, watching him, playing with him makes him shiver slightly.

The scent lingers in the air and Bucky sits there for so long with nothing moving around him he is unprepared for the softness that brushes along his right shoulder, all bur forcing a shudder out of him. The soft texture moves down his arm and the feeling is so present and strong that it’s almost too much to handle after being held in a suspended state of nothingness for so long. As soon as the thought is complete the softness is removed and Bucky sags, already mourning its loss and craving more. The music continues to play in his ear, eliminating the possibility of hearing where Tony was going or if he was coming back.

By the time a new soft object hits his skin he’s almost shaking he’s craving touch so badly. The texture is cool to the touch, warming as it’s dragged along his skin, over his shoulders, around his neck, gone- Bucky knows he whines at the loss of the silk, or at least he assumes it was silk. A light trail of fingers along his jaw draws him out of his musing of what the texture was but it takes a moment to remember the command. He nods his okay to Tony and tries to lean towards where he thinks Tony is standing but the effort is useless. He slumps back into his previous position and waits. And waits.

Finally, mercifully, he feels a small touch on his elbow and he stands, remembering Tony’s instructions. For a moment nothing happens and then he feels Tony’s hand on his chest, pushing gently. He takes a small step back, and then another, and then Tony pushes. Bucky falls, working easily with the silent instruction until it occurs to him he had no idea where he was falling. For all he knew he was about to hit the ground hard, like Brock- Before panic can truly set in though he lands on Tony’s bed with a soft thud, bouncing once before settling into the squishy mattress. The silk of Tony’s sheets is cool against the bare skin of his upper body and he shivers against it as he sinks further into the softness of the bed. He feels the mattress dip slightly near his left leg but then the sensation goes, leaving Bucky confused for a moment before he feels the same thing but on his right this time. That sensation goes too and Bucky knows he lets out a whine or irritation.

The music pauses for a moment and as it starts back up he feels the mattress dip again but this time he feels body heat too. He reaches for Tony with his free hand but it never makes it. Tony catches the wrist and plants it firmly on the bed, instructions clear. No touching. Bucky lets out another whine and clutches his keys harder in one hand and grasps Tony’s sheets with the other, needing touch, attention. As if Tony could read his mind he shifts himself over Bucky’s body and he feels Tony’s hands land on his sides and he lets out a sharp gasp around the gag as he arches into Tony’s touch. Tony gently pushes him back into the mattress but his hands don’t leave Bucky’s sides, running down them to his hips, stopping there and rubbing his thumbs over his hips bones. Bucky shudders at the touch, whining for more.

Tony delivers. Bucky feels the mattress shift beside him until he feels hot air hit his stomach. He squirms at the feeling of Tony’s breath against his skin and he’s rewarded with another hot breath across his lower belly. The mattress shifts again and he feels a slight brush of skin against his own, and then another, and then Tony nuzzles his stomach, causing Bucky to arch into it all but begging for more without words. Tony pulls back and Bucky groans at the loss just as the music picks back up again, swelling almost loudly in his ears as the mattress shifts slightly. The hands on his hips, thankfully, don’t go anywhere during this process and then Tony is everywhere.

He presses his lips to Bucky’s stomach, one hand sliding up his side to his arm and it slides up that too, lifting it into position over Bucky’s head an pinning it there. He holds his arm down just below the wrist, leaving enough room for Bucky to open his hand and shakes the keys he was holding if he needed to. His other hand remains firmly planted on Bucky’s hip, his nails biting in a little as his fingers curl almost tightly around the flesh there. Tony nips lightly at the skin on his stomach, nuzzling certain places, and simply skimming over others when barely there touches. Bucky shivers and moans, arching into the touch as much as possible, reveling in Tony’s attention, carving more of it.

Tony’s kisses move up his stomach, teeth hitting his skin every now and again, until he gets to Bucky’s neck. He throws his head back, eager to give Tony access to the sensitive skin there and he doesn’t disappoint. He licks at the skin there, nuzzling the side of his neck before gently nipping at the space he nuzzled. Bucky lets out a low moan around the gag as Tony’s fingernails dig a little deeper into Bucky’s hip. Tony moves up the side of his neck, finding his pulse and licking at it, causing Bucky to let out a full body shudder and a small moan before he sucks at the skin there. Bucky bites down on the gag and throws his head back further, inviting Tony to do it again and he does, earning another moan from Bucky. Tony grazes his teeth across the spot, worrying the skin there and tightening his grip on Bucky’s right arm. The grip is almost bruising and Bucky enjoys it, wants more of it, but instead Tony drags his hand back down Bucky arm and sits back and away from Bucky’s neck. He makes an irritated noise at the loss.

His hand drags slowly down Bucky’s arm, over his shoulder and to his jaw, brushing the underside lightly. Bucky nods that he’s fine, except maybe that Tony was barely touching him now but there was only so much he could get across in a single gesture. His skin feels oversensitive and his head feels light and fuzzy, immersed in the scene, in Tony. Tony’s hand drags down some more, circling behind Bucky’s head so he lifts it some for convenience, surprised when Tony pulls the knot from the gag. He gently pulls the fabric free from Bucky’s mouth and brushes his hand along the underside of Bucky’s jaw again. “M’okay, m’okay, jus want more, please, please,” he says quickly. He feels his words slur, half from having his mouth clamped over the material knot for so long and from his altered state of mind.

He feels the air from Tony’s laugh hit his chest as Tony leans into him, nuzzling at the sensitive skin on his neck. Tony pulls away again and Bucky groans until he feels Tony’s hand move again, brushing over his throat and settling around his neck. He doesn’t do close his fingers but Bucky wants him to, tipping his head back and shivering with need. “Please,” Bucky bites out, “choke me, please.” He can feels Tony fingers shift slightly, considering the request, itching to do it and Bucky encourages with another plea. Tony’s fingers flex and the hand on Bucky’s hip tightens again, nails biting into his skin as he considers. “Please,” Bucky whispers and Tony fingers close in on the sides of his neck for a fraction of a second before they release him but that’s all Bucky needs to fall.

The sensation is different from last time, when he felt light and fuzzy. This time the fuzziness remains but he feels heavy, like he’s swimming underwater and Tony is the only thing acting as a buoy to keep his head above water. His limbs feel weighted and heavy, his whole body does, and his breathing slows some as Tony’s fingers trail down his chest and stomach and then the touch is gone. He feels only mild curiosity through the think wave of subspace, and the want for Tony to come back. It feels like a long time sitting there until something cold is set on his chest and he shivers, frowning at the new sensation.

It was cold and the coldness was spreading slowly over his belly, spilling over his sides and down onto the sheets. Ice, he realizes, and it was melting. Another cold spot is added, this time at the hollow of his neck, and another right over his belly button. The cold slowly seeps into his skin, spreading slowly as the ice melts and holding Bucky deep in the thick water of subspace as the sensation overtook his body, growing until he was cold all over and shivering. He waits for warmth, for Tony, for what seems like a long time before cool air hits his stomach. The mattress dips, almost like it was moving in time with the slow, heavy waves of Bucky’s subspace as Tony shifts closer to him. The next time air hits his skin it feels warm and Bucky revels in it, wanting more of the warmth Tony had to offer.

For a moment they stay like that, Tony hovering somewhere around him and Bucky lying there prone, vulnerable. He shivers thinking about it; about lying there waiting for whatever Tony was about to do next, how he would use Bucky, how he was at Tony’s mercy. The thought pushes him deeper down as warmth spreads across his stomach. The light brushes of skin against his own causes him so shudder slightly as the warmth moves up higher, following closely after the skin-to-skin contact. Kisses, Bucky realizes and the sensations is followed with that warmth…

Cool air hits his skin after the warmth goes away and he recognizes the warm sensation at it moves up towards his neck. Tony’s tongue licking the water from the ice off of him. He thinks he might have let out a small moan from that but he isn’t quite sure and he can’t hear himself over the music. When Tony’s tongue gets to the hollow of his neck he pauses for only a moment before lapping at the water there, causing Bucky to shiver slightly. His tongue is warm and pleasant, chasing away the cold from the ice as one of his hands runs over Bucky’s stomach and chest, pausing slightly when he reached Bucky’s neck but he moves his hand over that too, twitching slightly when Bucky tilts his head back, baring his throat.

Tony buries his face in the crook of Bucky’s neck for a moment before pulling himself free and gently reaching for Bucky’s ear. He carefully pulls the buds free and for a moment Bucky doesn’t know what to do with the silence so he ignores it. It isn’t hard, feeling weighted down like this, his brain thick and fuzzy from the scene. At least until he hears something, Tony, he thinks. The sound is soft and coaxing, quietly calling Bucky towards it, closer, closer…

He blinks but that seems to do him little good, “shh,” Tony’s voice comes, “you’ve still got the blindfold on baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Bucky relaxes immediately and follows Tony’s gentle prodding into a new position further up the bed, towards the pillows. He curls into the soft down immediately, reaching out for Tony so he could join him. Tony gently touches his arm and pulls the keys from his hand, Bucky had forgot he was even holding the damn things, but then he’s gone again. He makes a soft sound at the loss and Tony laughs softly, “it’s okay, I’m right here. I’m just putting these keys away, okay?” he tells Bucky. He waits for Tony only because he has to.

The dip in the mattress indicates Tony’s return and Bucky immediately crawls into his space, tucking himself neatly into Tony’s side.

*

Tony lets him sit like that for a little while, adjusting to his surroundings again. He hit subspace deep this time and Tony hadn’t been expecting it, and certainly not from his hand wrapped around Bucky’s neck. That had been a soft limit when they had ran through things and the only reason Tony had even paused in his movements there was because of the shift in Bucky’s body language. He felt the shudder Bucky let out, watched his head tip back and asked Tony to choke him. And oh, he’d been fucking tempted with Bucky so pliant and easy, begging for it, literally. His fingers itched to close around the soft white surface of Bucky’s neck, to squeeze just a little, to watch Bucky’s eyes flutter if they weren’t behind that damn blindfold but…

But they hadn’t discussed that and impromptu breath play was fucking stupid, that wasn’t the kind of thing you fuck around with so he had closed his fingers just a little, a promise of more so long as Bucky still agreed when he wasn’t so keyed up and then he was gone. He tipped heavily over into subspace, dragging Tony into his own high as he watched Bucky fall deep and hard. It was a fucking sight to see that was for sure and if he was going to get more results like that he hoped Bucky agreed to that breath play. He’d be damn disappointed if he said no but it would give him a project in finding another way to get Bucky to react like that so it wasn’t all bad.

Right now though, with Bucky tucked into his side, practically glued there after their scene, he shivers in delight. It’s been a long, long time since he’s done something that intense and wow were the results amazing. He feels light, like the stress of his regular life has been cut free however temporarily and it was heady. So was watching Bucky curl so tightly into his side like he was made to be there. He still had the blindfold wrapped around his head, dark against his pale skin but blending in with his dark hair. “You’re gorgeous,” he tells Bucky, running his fingers down the sub’s side and earning a small shiver for his efforts. Tony revels in the reaction, Bucky responded so easily even if he was less than cooperative when this all started.

He gently prods Bucky, “but you’ve got to move a little now so I can get that blindfold off,” he says. Bucky groans and curls into a tighter ball, “oh no, no, up you get, you can’t sleep just yet. You have juice to drink and a blindfold to remove and then you can sleep,” he says. This took a lot out of Bucky, and Tony for that matter, it was important to make sure his blood sugar didn’t fucking plummet in the middle of the night, or ten minutes from now honestly. Bucky groans softly but he carefully pulls himself into a quasi-sitting position and Tony carefully turns to face him. He saved this for a reason and he was intent on enjoying it.

Bucky makes a noise of displeasure at the loss but Tony replaces the touch with fingers along Bucky’s jaw. “M’fine,” Bucky slurs out and Tony smiles, shaking his head because the poor sub was still stuck halfway in the scene. Well, removing the blindfold and giving him some juice should help.

“I know baby,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb along Bucky’s cheek. “Now look at me,” he says and Bucky tilts his head towards Tony, judging with alright accuracy where he was but tony fine tunes it a little. He reaches behind Bucky’s head and finds the knot to the blindfold easily, pulling to release the strip of material. Bucky blinks, his eyelashes fluttering as he adjusts to the dim light of the room but his eyes are on Tony. When he focuses in Tony watches as his face goes from processing the new light his eyes were being exposed to to a slow smile that took over his face, lighting up his features from the inside. This was one of his favorite things to do, watch a sub’s face after being blindfolded for awhile, but it was always better when they were looking at him. Aside from being a somewhat unrepentant attention whore it was a rush, seeing that much joy and trust and happiness on a person’s face just from seeing you.

Bucky could look away but he doesn’t, instead he choses to continue taking in Tony’s features, melting into his touch as he trailed his fingers down Bucky’s arm. Yeah, he could do this forever. Bucky sways forward and Tony meets him half way, pressing their lips together as he reached into Bucky’s messy hair to hold his head there for a few moments so he could take in his sub. Juice could wait a few minutes.