Long Distance (Chapter Thirteen)
2500 words of NSFW guys. Bucky tries out his arm. And it works really well. That’s actually all I’m going to say. Smut Under The Cut
Tony was on all fours, straddling Steve’s legs, pressing his face into a solid chest, trying to quiet his moans, digging his fingers into big arms, trying to keep himself still.
It wasn’t easy.
Not like this.
Steve was running gentle circles over his back, soothing strokes and soft words of encouragement, scratching his nails lightly through Tony’s hair.
And Bucky— well Bucky was trying to make Tony scream.
The elevator ride up to Tony’s penthouse had passed in a blur of heated kisses and roaming hands. Tony didn’t even remember leading his boyfriends to the bedroom, but here they were. He didn’t even really remember getting undressed, even though he was pretty sure Steve had ripped his pants as he yanked them off, and Bucky hadn’t even tried to save his shirt.
So they were naked , all of them, and there was so much skin and heated flesh that Tony thought he could be drunk on it.
Or at least he could be if Bucky wasn’t currently trying his damnest to make him lose his mind.