Chapter 10
TONY
He knew the man better than anyone. Even better than Barnes.
His husband would cave long before he did.
He noticed his love giving him looks throughout the evening, but also knew the man’s pride wouldn't cave so easily. Or at least not in front of their grandchildren.
Knowing this man better than anyone, meant he knew exactly how to turn the man on.
And just as much - knew how to piss the man off.
He used a combination of his skills throughout the evening until they finally put the toddlers to bed and shut the door; where the blonde promptly gripped the man’s bicep in the hallway.
“Really? In front of our goddamn grandbabies?” Steve asked with his Captain voice, that simultaneously turned Tony on and had him giggling in response. Continued laughing when he saw his husband crack a smile at that.
“Whatever are you talking about, Steven?” he asked with a coy smile as he saw the blonde’s pupils dilate in response.
Even after thirty years of marriage, they still basically fucked like rabbits. And though what he did throughout the evening was harmless in front of the toddlers, he knew just enough to make his husband angry.
And mission fucking accomplished, Tony thought to himself as the blonde dragged him by the arm to their bedroom.
He released him when they got inside, Tony taking a few steps towards their bed as the blonde shut the door behind him and ordered JARVIS to activate the baby monitor.
“Something up, babydoll?” the genius asked coyly as he turned to sit innocently on their bed. His love turned around to face him, resting his hands on his hips as he tapped his foot. “Uh oh, foot tapping? Does this mean I won?”
Steve’s glare turned into a sinful grin as he stalked over to the genius. Tony felt a shiver go up his spine as he tried not to smile too brightly at the turn of events. The blonde stopped short of kissing him, however, in favor of staring back at the man with intense eyes.
Tony was prepared to say something snarky, when his husband eventually licked his lips before responding.
“What’s your safeword?” he asked as Tony felt another shiver run up his spine. So that’s how he’s going to play it, huh?
“Pineapple,” he said quickly as felt himself start to harden.
“Undress and lay back,” Steve husked out, his voice going a few octaves lower as he walked around to the closet and brought back a box of their toys. Tony quickly shucked off his clothes, climbing up the bed to comply.
He watched with an intense gaze as Steve pulled out a pair of cloth handcuffs. His bright blue eyes again connected with Tony’s as the blonde smiled mischievously before crawling on the bed.
“Arms back,” the super soldier said - almost smugly as Tony slowly obeyed his order. The genius quirked a brow at the man while he gently cuffed his hands to the head rest, wondering where his husband was going with this.
The man was still clothed, for crying out loud.
Then Steve just sat back, eyes raking over the shorter man’s body - instead of his much more useful hands.
“Is this how you congratulate a winner?” Tony sassed, hoping to further piss off his husband. Seemed to work when the beautiful blonde growled in response.
“What makes you think you’ve won?” he asked before leaning down to kiss Tony’s bare stomach.
“Uh, you stripping me naked and cuffing me makes me think-”
“-oh Shellhead, have we not learned the cardinal rule about assuming?” the smug bastard actually cooed as he finally started taking off his clothes.
“Something about your ass and my victory?” Tony asked while he wiggled his eyebrows at the finally naked blonde. Steve kept his smug smile as he walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, casually reaching over to stroke Tony’s thigh.
“I believe what I said, was your hair, my ass. Meaning I won’t touch your hair,” Steve continued as he crawled over Tony to backwards straddle him, “and you won’t touch my ass,” he finished by bending over and revealing - a hidden gem.
Literally.
The crafty bastard was wearing a plug with a bright red gem for it’s base. The brunette let out a whine at the realization that the smug sonofabitch must’ve planned this.
“You’re getting it, huh?” Steve said as he turned to wink and click his tongue at him.
“Wait, Stevie, baby come on…” Tony started to ramble as panic set in. He wasn’t going to be able to touch him??
“Now now, sweetheart, should I grab a gag before we even get started?” his beautiful bastard tisked as he proceeded to wiggle his rear in Tony’s face.
And not even within biting distance, Tony thought bitterly.
“You’re...you’re not serious...right?” the brunette pleaded as he tested the strength of the cuffs around his wrists. In lieu of responding, his husband simply hummed as he grinded his ass back on Tony’s hardened length.
Reverse cowgirl and I can’t even touch him?? Tony thought as he pouted and whined again in response.
“You could always…” the beautiful blonde whispered seductively as he reached between his gorgeous thighs to play with the red gem, “...safety word out.”
As if Tony could formulate any words at this point, feeling drunk at the sight before him. His husband bent over, legs spread wide while his hand brought the plug in and out on his tight hole.
Clearly the man was trying to kill him.
But fuck, what a way to go.
At some point during their sexscapade, Steve had uncuffed him from the headboard and repositioned him, still cuffed, around the bed. Not that Tony was complaining about being thrown around like a ragdoll, in fact it was always a turn on being man handled by his husband.
Basking in his post coital bliss, Tony barely registered he still even had the cuffs on. That was until Steve, the beautiful, sweaty, panting sex god of his, pulled him into his lap to undo the cuffs. He eased the cloth off each wrist, placing gentle kisses against the reddened skin.
He vaguely remembers at some point promising not to dye his hair again, but does remember in detail finally getting to touch his husband’s luscious ass once more. Pick your battles and all that.
He was going to reassure his husband when he heard tiny whimpers, until he realized the sounds were coming from his own mouth.
Damn he was getting old.
“I know, I’m sorry honey I won’t use those anymore,” Steve murmured with regret as Tony shook his head a little to regain his senses.
“S’all good.”
“That’s not what Pepper is going to say when she sees the marks tomorrow,” the blonde teased as he gently rubbed the genius’ wrists with some ointment. Tony closed his eyes in happiness as he felt his love also gently wipe off the remnants of their evening before pulling the two under the covers.
“S’fine sweetheart,” he said with a loopy smile. “That was, amazing. You’re amazing.” The blonde had the faintest blush to his cheeks as he reached over to their bedside table to bring a glass of water to Tony’s lips.
“Thought I was a bastard?” he replied cheekily before setting aside the glass.
“Mmm and a sonofabitch,” Tony nodded in agreement, smiling when his husband looked offended before spooning the smaller man.
“Hey now, don’t talk about Sarah Rogers like that,” Steve growled into his ear. The brunette snorted in laughter before apologizing.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. Just a bastard, then,” he said as he felt his husband laugh into his hair behind him.
“Have I ever told you what a sore loser you are?” Steve asked as he tightened his arms around the brunette and placed a gentle kiss to his shoulder.
“Cut me some slack, it’s my first loss,” he sassed. His husband scoffed and loosened his grip, but before he could retort or try to say otherwise, Tony used what little strength he had to quickly whip around to silence the blonde with a kiss.
When the man growled into the kiss, Tony couldn’t help but laugh.