Abundant Appetite
In retrospect, maybe getting his brains sucked out through his dick wasn’t the best activity to partake in immediately after seeing Tony’s father’s dead body. However, Bucky didn’t have the clarity of thought to come to that conclusion at the moment. The minute Tony pulled him into the custodian’s closet and got on his knees, Bucky’s mind was scrambled.
“Tony, holy shit, ahh, you feel so good. You’re so good, baby.”, Bucky’s voice rumbled lowly. He was trying to be quiet so they wouldn’t get caught, but Tony didn’t seem to care either way. The sinful noises he made around Bucky’s dick filled the small space.
Bucky had come upon the glorious discovery of Tony’s deep-seeded praise kink. Yes, he was aware that it was more than likely the result of years and years of daddy issues, so he was careful not to abuse his power.
Bucky grabbed a fistful of Tony’s hair with one hand and placed the other on his jaw, holding him still. He then began to thrust down Tony’s throat, drawing a couple of harsh gags from him. He knew Tony could handle it, he’d taken Bucky all the way down before, so he wasn’t worried about the choking or tears running down his face.
“You’re so pretty, babydoll. So good, taking my cock like that. You’re such a good boy, Tony. That’s it, baby. Just like that. You love my cock, don’t you, baby?”
The hum Tony gave in the affirmative sent sinfully-sweet vibrations through Bucky’s body. He felt heat pooling in his stomach, the tension growing and growing.
“That’s it, doll. You’re doing so good, Tony. Love you like this, babydoll.”
His fist got tighter against Tony’s skull. The way his dark eyes opened and closed lightly as he focused on sucking that long, thick cock had Bucky fighting not to cum too soon.
Tony’s hands were on his thighs. He resisted pleasuring himself until Bucky was finished. He could feel his dick straining against his slacks, tenting the material. Tony pressed his tongue flat against the bottom of Bucky’s dick, drawing a long, low moan from him.
Bucky shot his load down Tony's throat and, like the good boy he was, Tony swallowed every bit. He bobbed his head, sucking Bucky’s cock clean, leaving Bucky’s legs shaking a bit. Bucky brought him up afterwards and left hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck. Tony gasped and giggled as Bucky got to work leaving hickies wherever he could.
“Bucky.”, he keened, his voice raw and raspy.
“Yeah, babydoll?”
“We have to go back out there.”
Bucky stopped and saw that Tony was, unfortunately, serious. He’d brought Bucky to the closet because he needed a break from all his father’s friends crowding him at the funeral. It hadn’t gotten any better at the wake. Now they were all drunk and touchy, appreciating Tony’s body more than they should.
He needed reassurance that Bucky had him and nobody else. Bucky was more than happy to oblige.
“If you say so, Tony. You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Thanks, tesoro.”, he kissed Bucky’s cheek.
They left the closet, walked down the long hall in blissful silence, and eventually found everyone else.
Again, Tony felt the heavy stares of his father’s colleagues on him. Bucky pulled him close, wrapping his arm around his shoulders, when he felt Tony tense up again. Tony didn’t know how Bucky could casually dismiss them, but it put him at ease when Bucky wasn’t riled up.
It wasn’t long before Maria stole everyone’s attention when she got into the wine. She was dancing and singing, leaving no opportunity for the men to stare at Tony.
“Wanna get outta here?”, Bucky leaned toward him.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
—
They got back to their apartment just as the sun began to set. Tony was left with a, now, barely there erection since they left the custodian’s closet. Bucky could finally give him the release he craved. When Bucky went to sit in the couch, his suit jacket laid over the arm of it, his dress shirt sleeves rolled up, and his tie loosened, Tony went to him and took his hand.
“What?”
“I didn’t get to cum.”, Tony said in the way he knew Bucky liked. There was something about that certain tone that drove Bucky crazy.
“Poor thing. What do you want me to do about it?”, he pulled Tony into his lap.
“I want you to fuck me. Over the coffee table like when you watch football and I’m all impatient and horny.”, Tony tugged at Bucky’s collar.
“Looks like you got too many clothes on for me to fuck you like you want me to, doll.”
Tony got up off Bucky’s lap and undressed himself. His clothes quickly fell to the floor around him and Bucky watched with unwavering adoration for Tony’s body. Tony unbuttoned his pants and shucked them off easily, revealing Bucky’s favorite pair of Prussian Blue panties. His eyebrows shot up and so did his libido.
“You wore those for me, baby?”
Tony nodded, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, offering a sly smile.
“But that’s not all of it, is it, doll? Go get the whole thing.”, Bucky leaned back into the couch cushions. He watched Tony pad to the bedroom to complete his skimpy little ensemble. Bucky, in the meantime, reached over to the side table next to the couch and got a bottle of lube. He had stashed of it around the apartment depending on where Tony suddenly wanted to have sex.
Tony came back out to the living room and Bucky nearly sprang a boner at the sight of him in a matching Prussian Blue nightie that barely reached the tops of his thighs. He could see the panties beneath the sheer fabric and the border of lace hanging delicately just below Tony’s ass had Bucky’s dick’s approval all the way.
Don’t even try to get him started on Tony’s matching stockings. Mid-thigh and the same color, sheer fabric, and lace border at the tops.
It was Bucky’s favorite set. He’d seen Tony in it numerous times, but he never failed to find it endlessly sexy on Tony. Then again, few things looked better on Tony than nothing at all.
“Still like it?”, Tony teased, sauntering over to Bucky.
“Yeah, doll. You’re gonna drive me insane like that.”
“You gonna fuck me now? Hard and fast and raw like you always do? Gonna leave me wrecked and sore after?”, Tony crawled onto his knees in front of Bucky. Bucky’s heart almost flew out of his chest as he listened to Tony talk.
Tony undid Bucky’s pants and stroked his cock to full hardness. Bucky pushed his hands away before he started to buck his hips up into Tony’s hand. He gave Tony the bottle of lube and wrapped his own hand around his dick.
“Get yourself ready, baby.”
Tony smiled, wasting no time to pull his panties down just below his ass and lube up two of his fingers. He worked them inside himself and pushed back against his own hand, letting a string of moans and muffled words loose.
Bucky watched, slowly running his hand up and down his cock. Precum pearled up at the head and he ran his thumb over it, collecting it to spread over the rest of his length.
“God, Bucky, fuck me. Now, I need you, Bucky.”, Tony whined. The way he said Bucky’s name would forever be music to his ears.
“What do you say?”
“Please, Bucky. Please, fuck me.”, he begged.
“Good boy.”
Seeing that Tony’s ass was properly lubed and worked, he joined Tony on the floor, lining himself up behind Tony. He pressed the head of his cock against Tony’s entrance, feeling the right ring of muscle give against the pressure.
Bucky pushed Tony down onto the coffee table and held his hands down beside his head.
“Bucky-“
“Ya just gonna cum on my cock and nothin’ else, baby. I’m gonna fuck it outta ya. No hands.”, Bucky started thrusting.
Thankfully, the coffee table was on a lavish, expensive, fluffy carpet. That way, their knees wouldn’t be sore like Tony’s were on the hard floor in the custodian’s closet and their neighbors wouldn’t complain about the sound of furniture scraping against the floor.
Bucky didn’t care about the neighbors anyway. They were never around and the ones that were were too old to hear anything anyway.
He watched Tony beneath him. The way his cheeks were colored a deep red and his eyes were squeezed shut in euphoria. The breathy ‘ah ah ah’s he let out were Bucky’s motivation to drive into him deeper, harder, faster. That, and the way his ass bounced against Bucky’s hips when they met. So round, so bouncy, so perfect. It was just so...
Smackable.
“Oh!”
Bucky didn’t even realize he’d brought his hand down roughly on Tony’s right cheek until he saw the blossoming, pink handprint.
“Baby, I didn’t mean to-“
“Do it again.”, Tony cut him off, grinding back on Bucky’s cock, showing him that he was far from hurt or uncomfortable with the spank.
Bucky did it again, harder this time and in the same spot. Tony flinched, but let out a half-giggle-half-moan. He took one hand off the coffee table to stroke himself, forgetting Bucky’s rule. Bucky corrected him swiftly and laid another harsh slap to Tony’s backside.
“What did I say?”
“No hands.”
“That’s right.”
He fucked Tony with renewed fervor. Tony whimpered as his painfully hard dick hit against the underside of the coffee table with each thrust. He wanted so badly to jerk himself off as Bucky fucked him, but he knew the rule.
“You’re close, huh, baby?”
“Y-Yeah. So f-fucking close, Bucky.”
Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off the blotchy, darkening handprints on Tony’s cheeks. He’d experimented for a second using his metal hand. Tony very nearly splurged all over the carpet at the feeling of the cold metal against his hot, barely bruised skin. His toes curled with the effort to keep himself together.
“Not until I say so, doll.”, Bucky ground out. Tony whimpered and tried to last a little longer.
Bucky was near the end, too. The tight pit in his stomach grew as he fucked Tony. When his pace started to falter, Tony pushed back to meet his unsteady thrusts, adding to Bucky’s pleasure.
“Cum for me, baby.”
Tony let go and cum striped over the carpet. He straighten up a little and jerked himself off, urging more cum to spill onto his hand. His back arched beautifully, his face etched with ecstasy, his hand still lightly pumping his dick. Bucky didn’t even try to contain himself as he slammed into Tony one last time and pulled him up so Tony’s back met his chest. Bucky ravished Tony’s neck and shoulders as he released inside him.
“It feels so good when you fill me up, Bucky. I wanna feel you for days. I wanna know who I belong to.”, Tony began to ramble. He always did after they had sex.
“I can arrange that.”
Leaning back without pulling out, Bucky reached into the side table drawer again. Tony looked back, too.
“What’s that?”
“I got you a present, baby.”
Bucky opened up the black box he’d retrieved and presented a big, hot pink butt plug. There was a heart shaped diamond at the end that sparkled in the light. Tony was in love with it the moment he laid his eyes on it.
“You got that for me, angel?”
“Yeah, baby. C’mon, lean back down so I can put it in.”
The plug was thicker than Bucky’s cock and Tony vividly remembered how long it took him to get used to that feeling. When Bucky pulled out and filled the emptiness with the plug, Tony whimpered at the stinging burn.
“You okay, babydoll?”
“Y-Yes. Just go s-slow.”
Once the plug was snuggly in place, the heart peaking out between Tony’s cheeks, Bucky thumped it, drawing a sharp yelp from Tony.
“Right on your sweet spot, baby?”
“Mmhmmm.”, Tony moaned.
As fate would have it, Bucky’s phone rang from on the couch. Bucky answered it, positioning himself so that he was sitting on the floor with Tony in his lap.
“Hey, Stevie.”, Bucky said pleasantly, all traces of post-coital fatigue gone.
“Yeah, that sounds like fun. What time?”
Tony leaned against Bucky’s chest and sighed deeply. His eyelids felt heavy and his breathing began to even out.
“Okay, see ya then. Bye, Steve.”
Tony felt Bucky lean down to kiss his cheek softly.
“How ya feelin’, babydoll?”
“I feel great.”, Tony mumbled against Bucky’s shirt.
“Good, because we’re gonna go see Nat’s band play at the pavilion in the park.”, Bucky stood up, taking Tony with him. He carried Tony to their bedroom and laid him on the bed.
“But we were having fun.”, Tony whined.
“Don’t you wanna see your friend tear up an electric guitar in front of a couple hundred people? Don’t worry about your fun, baby. The concert won’t be as boring as you think.”, Bucky kissed Tony breathless, then went to the closet to get a change of clothes.
“Can I shower with you?”, Tony asked.
“Always.”
—
The park was packed full of people to see Natasha and her band. They had become something like local celebrities in the short time they’d been playing around New York. When Tony and Bucky arrived, they saw a huge crowd of people swarming around the stage.
“Steve said they’re in the back.”, Bucky looked around them. Tony, however, was distracted by a guy not too far away looking at him. Tony intertwined his fingers with Bucky’s, but that didn’t seem to deter him at all.
Perhaps it was the lip gloss or the mascara Tony had on that made the stranger so attracted to him. Tony began to regret his decision. It wasn’t even enough to notice if you weren’t looking close enough, but the thought still lingered in the back of Tony’s mind.
“Found ‘em.”, Bucky said, leading Tony away toward his friends. Tony hid his uneasiness and cheerfully created Sam, Steve, and Clint as he and Bucky sat on their blanket beneath a tree.
Night fell and the lights on the stage pierced through the dark. Natasha and her band started playing and the crowd sang along with their songs. Clint, especially, opted to yell the lyrics as loud as he could instead of singing.
Tony recognized some of the songs, having been present while Natasha wrote some of them.
“Wanna get us some nachos from the concession stand?”, Bucky leaned into his ear so he could be heard over the crowd.
“Sure.”, Tony replied. He stood up after Bucky hands him some money and made his way through all the people. He was almost to the concession stand when he felt someone grab his arm.
“Hey!”, Tony looked back sharply when he tried to tug his arm away.
“Don’t be like that, sweet thing.”, the guy smirked, encroaching on Tony’s personal space. The people around them were oblivious. With everyone jumping and dancing to the music, Tony and the stranger were being pushed together further.
“You’re too cute to be making such an ugly face. Why don’t you relax and enjoy the concert.”
“I would if you’d get off of me.”, Tony tried to shove him away. Justin clutched onto him harder, his smug expression still in tact.
“Name’s Justin, hot stuff. What’s yours?”, he pulled Tony closer to his chest. He grip got tighter and tighter and Tony couldn’t get away.
“None of your business.”, Tony tried to push him again.
“What’s the matter with you?”, Justin finally started to let his anger show.
“He’s got a boyfriend.”, Tony heard Bucky’s voice. Justin turned around and was promptly punched in the face. Justin swung back and everyone around them turned to see what the commotion was all about. It turned into a pretty nasty brawl. Tony had to back away to avoid getting hurt.
Bucky was right, after all. The concert certainly wasn’t boring.
—
“Thanks for bailing me out.”, Bucky said.
“Of course, angel.”, Tony led him to his car.
The cops were called and Bucky and Justin were arrested. Tony didn’t give a statement, even though he was the only reliable witness that saw everything.
“What happened? Why was that guy on you like that? Was he trying to get you to have sex with him?”, Bucky asked roughly.
This is what Tony didn’t like. Bucky had a temper, though not as easily triggered as it used to be, but Tony had enough of angry men in his childhood to last him a lifetime.
“I don’t know. It’s over now, dolcezza, don’t worry about it anymore.”, Tony said with a small smile, kissing Bucky’s cheek sweetly.
—
Tony knew his makeup would get him in trouble one day. He knew he should have kept it in the bedroom. He laid in bed that night staring at the ceiling, his fingers restlessly toying with the blankets as his brain ran wild. Bucky wasn’t asleep, either, but for different reasons. He was still fuming about the Justin guy from the concert.
Tony hoped morning would bring better things. He liked to think it would, but it didn’t most of the time. He turned on his side, his back toward Bucky.
Was Bucky mad at him? He usually got over whatever had him angry by now. Did Bucky blame him for the stranger trying to get in his pants? Tony’s chin began to tremble and his eyes stung. He stifled his concerns and quieted himself. He didn’t want to make Bucky angrier with him.
Tony swore never to wear makeup outside the bedroom again. He knew testing his limits would lead to no good.
—
“Hello, Tony.”, Obadiah said as he entered Tony’s office.
“Hello, Mr. Stane.”, Tony greeted cheerfully.
“If you don’t mind, I need those blueprints for the project you wanted the team to start on.”
“Oh, they’re in the top drawer of my desk.”, Tony pointed. He was across the room by the massive bookshelves lining the wall.
Obadiah went to his desk, picked up the blueprints, then paused, still looking in the drawer.
“Find something you like?”, Tony looked up suspiciously. He felt his very soul leave his body when the man held up a white thong with a single finger.
See, the problem with this thong in particular was that it was a gift from Bucky. It had Tony’s name stitched into the fabric. Tony’s face went pale and he suddenly felt light-headed. He froze in fear as Obadiah stalked toward him.
“Something you care to tell me?”, Obadiah hissed. Tony recognized the unbridled fury in his expression and tone, but there was something else mixed in with it. Something that make Tony’s stomach lurch and drop to his feet.
“I-I... it’s-“
Obadiah slapped Tony across the face, silencing him.
“Sluts don’t speak unless told to.”
No. No, no, no, no, no.
“Obi-“
A punch this time. Straight to his gut.
“What did I just say?”
Another punch, then a shove to bend Tony over the table by the bookshelves. It all happened in slow motion. It was like his brain and his body weren’t in sync anymore. Sounds came in and out like a fuzzy radio, his vision was unsteady, his voice refused to come passed his throat.
“You like wearing pretty little things, huh?”, Obidiah sneered. He grabbed Tony’s pants and yanked them down, exposing Tony’s baby pink underwear.
Obadiah groped Tony’s ass roughly, like it was his. He bent down and kissed his way up the back of Tony’s neck. Tony’s body kicked into fight or flight and he kicked Obidiah in the knee.
“Pepper! Pepper!”, Tony shouted. Obidiah covered his mouth and pushed him back down onto the table.
“Shut your fucking mouth, bitch.”
“Tony? Is everything alright?”, Pepper called from outside the office. He heard her heels coming closer to the door. It opened and she looked straight to Obidiah.
“Oh my God!”
“Don’t you dare-“
“Security!”
—
Tony sat in the police station for a long time. He’d been taken to a room through the back to avoid the press seeing him walking in. He’d given his statement to the policeman and went through processing. He watched them drag Obidiah away.
“We have a reliable witness and incriminating security footage of the offense, Mr. Stark. He’s going away, no questions asked. You’re free to go when you’re ready.”, the policeman assured him. Pepper was by his side, too, holding his hand until Maria and Bucky showed up.
“He’s got the same friends my dad did. He won’t be here long.”, Tony was visibly shaken. Pepper squeezed his hand and looked at him, determination evident in her green eyes.
“No, he won’t. I’ll make sure he doesn’t.”
They walked out the back of the police station and waited for Maria’s driver. Once the car pulled up, Maria and Bucky jumped out, his mother engulfing him in her arms.
“Tony, my darling! Stai bene? Dov’ è quel bastardo?”, she spoke frantically.
“I’m fine. They took him away already.”
“Did he hurt you?”, Bucky asked, seeing the red handprint on Tony’s face.
“Not bad. C’mon, can we just go home, please.”, he nudged passed them to get to the car.
The four of them rode to Tony and Bucky’s apartment in silence. Maria had tear stains on her cheeks, Pepper’s face showed hard lines of stress, and Bucky was stoic and stone-like.
—
Bucky paced around the living room. His hands covered his face, going into his hair to clutch a fistful of something that wasn’t Obidiah Stane’s neck. He’d never forget that name. It would stay with him forever, just like it would for Tony.
“Can you, please, calm down?”, Tony said.
“You’re making him nervous.”, Maria said.
The three of them hadn’t talked since they got to the apartment. Pepper was sent home graciously by Maria shortly after they arrived.
Bucky stopped, but his demeanor didn’t change at all. Tony sank into his mother’s embrace as the gravity of what had happened finally sunk in. He was very nearly raped in his own office because someone found something he took pleasure in secretly.
“What are we gonna do?”, Bucky finally spoke.
“We are going to keep this quiet. I will personally see that he rots in jail for the rest of his life. Apparently, this is not the first time he’s done this.”
“Keep it quiet? You should be shouting this off a rooftop or something.”, Bucky argued.
“Obidiah has friends and high places, most of which are far more demented than he is. They’ll come for Tony, they’ll come for you, they’ll come for all of us. The best course of action is to make sure no one finds out about this. It’s safer that way.”
Okay, Bucky could get behind that. Safe. Tony needed to be safe. With a surprising about of ease, Bucky agreed.
“Alright. Is that what you want, Tony?”, Bucky looked to his boyfriend, whose head was still leaning on Maria’s shoulder. She cradled him like a precious little thing and rocked him slowly.
Tony nodded wordlessly, his eyes shining with tears that hadn’t shed yet. Seeing him like that only fueled the fire in Bucky’s chest. He leaned onto the back of the armchair and clenched his hands into the cushion.
It was going to be a long night.
—
Tony invested in several pairs of regular men’s underwear. He threw all his lingerie and panties in a box and kept them in the back of the closet, hidden from everyone. His makeup was thrown to the back of the closet, too.
Bucky noticed the change in Tony’s behavior. He shied away from his touches and was overall quieter than he used to be. He understood why and gave him time and space to work everything out. He was there for support, if Tony ever needed to talk, but in the meantime, he sat a little farther away and kept his hands to himself.
Tony would look to Bucky when he wasn’t delved in his own thoughts. Since the incident, Bucky had changed. He seemed colder and more distant. Did he blame Tony for what happened? He should have been more careful. Tony curled into himself under the blankets and laid in bed for days.
—
Tony finally broke down months later. Summer vacation finally started and tony was left with nothing to take his mind off what had happened. He’d been operating SI from home so he wouldn’t have to go back to his office. Now, all alone while Bucky worked, Tony found himself bored most days.
He decided to clean the apartment. It always helped him to relax and he really needed to now. He cleaned the rest of the apartment before he started shuffling through the closet, putting things away when he found the boxes he’d hidden. His hands shook as he held the lingerie for the first time in months.
Bucky came home to find the apartment spotless. Strange to see, as Tony hadn’t left their room in days.
“Tony? Doll?”
He walked into their bedroom and heard crying from the closet. He nearly ripped the door off the hinges to find Tony curled up against the wall, bawling his eyes out.
“Tony, come here.”, Bucky knelt down on the floor. All his inhibitions about touching Tony too soon we’re gone and he felt his heart catch when Tony crawled to him, sinking into his chest and sobbing.
Running on nothing but instinct, Bucky rocked Tony back and forth. Just like that first night. Just like every hard night since then that helped Tony calm down and fall asleep.
“Baby, I got you. You’re okay, Tony.”
“Wh-Why did he d-do it, Bucky? Why-Why are y-you m-mad at m-me?”, Tony sobbed.
“Mad at you? Baby, I’m not mad at you. What would make you think that?”, Bucky continued to rock him soothingly. His fingers clutched Tony’s shirt, swearing to never let him go again.
“You didn’t look at me for a long time. You wouldn’t hold me or touch me, either. I get that I should have been more careful. I won’t wear them anymore. It’ll only get me in trouble again.”, Tony cried, but was significantly more calm now.
“You can’t, baby, you love your lingerie. So what, he found your thong. That gave him no right to do what he did. They didn’t get you in trouble, doll, because you’re not in trouble.”, Bucky said, his voice getting caught in his throat.
“But that guy at the concert-“
“Was a dickhead and I’m glad I rocked his shit in front of God and everybody.”
Tony fell silent, just relishing in Bucky’s voice and how the rocking was more gently now.
“If you’re comfortable with not wearing lingerie and makeup anymore, that’s fine. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to. But I know they make you happy, babydoll. I don’t ever see you smile so much as when you get more thongs and panties and lipstick. Y’know, besides when you talk about your robots and stuff.”
They both spared a chuckle to break the tension. Then, Tony heard Bucky sniffle. He looked up and saw tears rolling down his cheeks and his lip trembling. He closed his eyes and rested his head against Tony’s.
“What’s wrong, angel?”, Tony asked quietly.
“When your mom called me and told me- When she said what happened- that he tried to... I thought- I don’t know, I thought he really, really hurt you, baby. I thought you were gone. I thought of every worst case scenario I could. I we got there- when I saw you were mostly okay, I knew I couldn’t be without you, baby. I couldn’t ever lose you.”, Bucky let a few light sobs escape.
When Bucky saw the bruises on Tony’s stomach and ribs, he suddenly saw nothing wrong with cold-blooded murder. He tolerated it long enough with Howard, but no one else was allowed to lay hands on Tony like that.
“I’m okay, tesoro. I have you.”
“I don’t ever wanna lose you, Tony. I love you too much.”
Wow, okay, new developments.
Tony was stunned, to say the least. So that’s what he’d been feeling. Bucky finally gave his weak knees, fluttering heart, dopey smiles, and butterfly-filled stomach a name. Love.
“I love you, too, angel.”