A sketchy thing after a prompt from @maukree
I love them in 616 together, so here's Bucky as the Revolution and Tony in his Mysterium armor!
I love Bucky's cape so much :D
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Tags/Warnings: Digital Art, NSFW Art, Light Bondage, Restraints, Dom/sub Undertones, Sub Bucky Barnes, Dom Tony Stark, Gentle Dom Tony Stark, Comfort, Implied Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Subspace, Established Relationship, Art
Summary: It all begins with trust. Something neither Tony nor Bucky find easy to offer to those on the outside, but after they find themselves in a place seeking out inner peace against the pain of the past, they work to find a way to heal together. When Tony proposes a means of healing between them where Bucky can finally allow himself to be free to let go to experience the comforts and pleasures life as the Winter Soldier never provided him, Bucky comes to realize that the only true freedom he’s ever felt is in turning himself over entirely to Tony’s loving care.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/77140926
Notes: This work was inspired by the WinterIron Events Bingo Square: N4: Subspace. While I considered writing a piece to go along with the art I figured since the round is ending soon, I'll simply post the art and hope it inspires other WinterIron Fans as well. Thanks for checking it out! @winterironevents
WinterIron, E, 7.5k - Romance, Fluff, humor, developing relationship mapped to parts of the mouth, weird mouth stuff in general
Target Audience: sloppy kissers, people who miss smoking, biting enthusiasts, and as always; my fellow perverts 💖
this is weird, idk, but it consumed my brain and wouldn't leave me alone. hold my hand and let's go on an adventure. happy pride month.
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Tony notices that Bucky has a bit of an oral fixation not long after he moves into the tower.
It would be hard not to notice, Bucky can usually be found- when he can be found- chewing on his nails, or the cheap pens that Steve leaves everywhere, or just tapping his thumb against his lips while he reads or watches TV. Eventually, Tony notices that the amount of hard candies on the shopping list has gone way up, and it's nice to know that Steve finally convinced Bucky that he can add things to it.
Tony has something like half of a theory about it, something related to the mask that Hydra forced Bucky to wear for years- decades- and simply the fact that he can stick things in his mouth now-
But then Tony starts running into Bucky chain smoking on the roof during his own sleepless midnight wanderings, and Bucky always stubs his cigarette out with an apology- even though Tony would never judge a man from the 40's for sticking with a century-long addiction to magical health sticks, especially when that man has super soldier lungs- and eventually they start actually talking, and Tony stops working on his half-assed theory.
He tries not to over-analyze his friends, on principal, because that comes dangerously close to analyzing himself, and he doesn't do that just as a general rule.
Which is probably the reason it takes Tony so damn long to figure out why he can't stop noticing Bucky's fixation, why he starts noticing it more, even after he stops wondering about the reasons- The way the corner of Bucky's mouth pulls tight as he worries at his thumbnail or the way his lips looked wrapped around the dented plastic cap of a pen- the way he smiles-
After that little realization, Tony starts wondering about Bucky's mouth in entirely different ways.
lips
"We have got to find you something else to chew on," Tony says as he leans across the small table to wrap his fingers around Bucky's wrist, gently tugging Bucky's hand away from his mouth.
"Oh," Bucky says, blinking in mild surprise at the sluggishly bleeding edge of his thumbnail and then wincing as he adds, "Sorry."
"Apologize to yourself," Tony says, shrugging one shoulder and dropping back down into his side of the booth- refusing to let his hand linger on Bucky's wrist- "Or maybe to the poor staff here," he adds, shooting a non-subtle look around the small restaurant, "I'm pretty sure you're giving them 'starving cannibal' vibes."
"So our food should come faster, then?" Bucky asks with a small, toothy smile, and Tony tries to fix him with an unimpressed look- but it quickly dissolves into snickers as Bucky continues grinning.
"Maybe," Tony has to admit, still chuckling, "although if you get us kicked out of my favorite burger place for zombie accusations, I will be pissed." He leans across the table a little and lowers his voice dramatically as he adds, "I may never bring you back."
Bucky makes a face to show that he's appropriately horrified at that prospect, and Tony nods seriously.
Then he watches as Bucky's gaze flicks down to the chipped tabletop between them, over to the wall of newspaper cutouts and New Yorker head-shots- as Bucky starts to lift his thumb back up toward his mouth before catching himself and quickly dropping his hand again, grabbing for his soda and catching the straw between his teeth instead.
"Are you having trouble sleeping again?" Tony has to ask, "or- are you nervous about something? Arm acting up?"
As he runs through his guesses, Tony tries to tell himself that he has not been over-analyzing Bucky, just because he's noticed the things that have Bucky chewing on himself a little more aggressively- As Bucky considers the question, tipping his head from side to side, Tony has to wonder if 'obsessively watching' Bucky is really any better than trying to psychoanalyze him.
It'll probably end worse for Tony, in the long run, if he's not even trying to defeat this stupid crush-
"Yeah, I guess so," Bucky admits finally, his expression twitching, and doesn't actually confirm which of those options it is.
Tony waits a couple of seconds, in case Bucky wants to elaborate, but Bucky just stares down into his coke like it holds all the secrets to the universe and gnaws on the straw like that will get him the answers- So Tony decides to go with distraction instead. He's better at distractions anyways.
"Okay, but what if-" Tony starts, and then waits until Bucky glances up at him before smiling wide and asking, "Is it offensive if I suggest we get you a chew toy?"
"What- Yes," Bucky says, laughter escaping in a rush like it's been startled out of him, his lips pulling up into a lopsided smile so big that it shows off his dimples, and Tony grins wider.
"Okay, sure-" Tony says, nodding thoughtfully, "but what about a teething ring? Like for toddlers?"
Bucky's nose wrinkles as he seems to consider that, and Jerry the waiter gives them an odd look as he drops off his food. Bucky digs in instantly, and Tony takes a second to eye the mountain of bacon on Bucky's burger- and the way Bucky has to crane his mouth open so wide to actually take a bite.
"They do make bacon-flavored chew toys," Tony points out as starts adding a row of fries to his own reasonable, mouth-sized burger, "and I'm not saying it needs to squeak-"
"Oh it better squeak, or what's th' point?" Bucky interrupts to say seriously, because he's kind of perfect- even with a smear of ketchup in the corner of his mouth, and Tony can only laugh as his heart swells almost painfully in his chest.
tongue
"Hey honey," Tony croons when he spots Bucky coming towards him down the hallway, just because he can now.
He can throw out all the cheesy, obnoxious petnames that he wants and Bucky just has to deal with it, because despite all the times Tony told himself it would never happen, they are dating now- Speaking of which-
"Have you decided between pizza or Chinese tonight?" He asks, slowing his steps and watching in amusement as Bucky continues stalking towards him, "Because- Mmh!"
His question turns into a muffled sound of surprise and delight when Bucky steps right into his space and plants his lips on Tony's- his hands finding their way to Tony's hips and his momentum carrying them both along until Tony's back hits the wall.
"Hey doll," Bucky says in reply, pulling back just enough to get the words out- the shape of his smile so obvious against Tony's lips, and Tony is losing his train of thought-
Then Bucky's tongue drags along the curve of his lower lip, slowly, lips hovering teasingly over Tony's- like Bucky just wants to feel- And Tony loses track of whether or not he even had a train of thought as a warm shudder makes its way down his spine. All of his breath escapes in a hard rush and then Bucky really kisses him, pinning Tony a little more firmly to the wall as their lips catch and slide together.
Tony arches and tightens his grip on Bucky's hips, gently catching Bucky's lip between his teeth. He tastes like overly-sweet blue candy and just a hint of something bitter.
"Did you chew through another one of Steve's pens?" Tony asks, letting their lips brush with every word just to feel the way Bucky shifts restlessly against him.
"Don' tell 'im," Bucky says distractedly and flicks the tip of his tongue over the bow of Tony's lip. One of his hands finds its way to Tony's jaw, tipping his head back and kissing him deeper.
Bucky licks into his mouth with a slow, lazy determination- Tongue sliding over the edge of Tony's teeth and lingering on the tip of his canine, tracing the line of Tony's gums before moving onto the ridges of his palate and it-
It's weird, it's definitely weird kissing- more of a studied exploration than Tony has ever experienced before, and he's done a lot of kissing- And maybe it's the time commitment put into the tactile exploration of his entire mouth, or just the fact that it's Bucky, but it always makes everything inside him go molten.
"Could jus' kiss you forever, baby," Bucky breathes out and then catches Tony's lower lip between his, licking at the dent where Tony had been chewing on it earlier.
Tony has a response lined up, about how that might get a little awkward during team dinners, and he doesn't think they'll both fit in the armor when they get called out- But before he can say any of it Bucky is kissing him again, deep and drugging, tilting Tony's head exactly where he wants it-
The only reply Tony can manage is pulling him in closer and they fit together perfectly when Bucky's thigh slips between his own. Tony melts into it eagerly, letting Bucky's thumb against his chin pull his mouth open a little wider-
"Really?" Comes a pained voice from somewhere to the left, "It's not enough that I need to use extreme caution when entering the living room, now you're gonna ruin the hallways, too?"
Tony reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, thumping his head back against the wall and blinking a couple times as he tries to clear his head- his gums tingling and the phantom drag of Bucky's tongue still running along the roof of his mouth-
Then he turns to address Sam.
"You say that like we have some kind of evil plan here," he complains, tapping his finger against Bucky's hip and not thinking it through before he adds, "maybe we're just questionably-young and in love."
Tony has a split second to wonder if he can take that back before Bucky makes a soft, low sound in his throat as he presses Tony a little more firmly against the wall, and okay- it sure doesn't seem like he minds- and Tony doesn't really want to take it back, even if that was not the way he planned on saying it for the first time-
"No, I'm pretty sure you're just tormenting me," Sam says thoughtfully, fixing his eyes a little too dramatically on the ceiling- it's not like they have their dicks out- "Between this, the living room, and the Quinjet that one time," Sam continues, and Tony winces because that one is fair, "it's starting to feel very personal."
"Tell 'im it's not about him," Bucky grumbles under his breath, his hand sliding from Tony's jaw up into his hair as his lips move across Tony's cheek- not even bothering to look over at Sam.
"Okay, it seems he has an evil plan," Tony says instead and grins when Bucky huffs against his skin, "but I was minding my own business and heading-" He doesn't actually remember now, so it can't have been that important- "Somewhere, I'm sure, before I was abruptly and rudely accosted without reason-"
"I ran outta candy," Bucky fills in, and his teeth catch at the edge of Tony's jaw before he adds, "an' then, there you were."
"Ah, well that explains it," Tony says while Sam makes a series of disgusted sounds and spins on his heel.
"I'm still happy that you're happy," Sam calls, his voice raising so they can hear him as he pointedly walks away without looking back, "but I'm starting to wish you would be happy in private, you know?"
"I think that's homophobic," Tony mutters and Bucky laughs against his throat- teeth barely catching against Tony's pulse- Tony waits, and when Bucky bites at him a little harder he says, in his flattest voice, "Squeak."
It knocks all the air out of Tony when Bucky collapses against him, wide shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter, and Tony grins proudly as he winds his arms around Bucky's waist.
palate
When he wakes up in the middle of the night to find the other side of the bed cold, Tony rolls over and grabs his phone from the nightstand.
Squinting at the bright screen, he slowly types out 'Quit chainsmoking and come back here.'
He's not actually watching the clock, but he's pretty sure less than five minutes go by before Bucky is back in the bedroom, moving like a shadow as he crawls up the foot of the bed.
"Didn' wanna wake you," he says, his voice extra rough and the scent of smoke rolling off of him.
"You beautiful fool," Tony says as he tosses the blankets aside and pulls Bucky in, feeling the chill still clinging to his clothes, "you absolute and complete gorgeous moron-"
"Alright," Bucky protests with a huff of laughter, settling heavily on top of him.
"- You know I can't sleep without my personal space heater, anymore," Tony finishes, only a little breathless as he arches up against Bucky's weight, "now get down here and kiss me."
He doesn't actually wait, just yanks Bucky the rest of the way down and greedily licks the taste of unfiltered cigarettes from his lips. Bucky kisses him back without hesitation, easily sliding between Tony's sprawled thighs and forcing them wider around his thick waist.
Tony drags his teeth too-roughly along the length of Bucky's tongue, chasing the awful, amazing flavor of tobacco and smoke and countless deadly chemicals. Bucky shifts against him with a low sound, metal fingers shoving into Tony's hair and his cock twitching against Tony's hip.
"Thought you don' like me smokin'," Bucky says, sounding dazed as he rocks against Tony- lets Tony go back to sucking on his tongue hungrily-
"I never said that," Tony eventually remembers to reply, tightening the leg wrapped around Bucky's waist even though he's not sure when it got there. He pauses while Bucky bites at his lower lip, worrying it between his teeth until it throbs, and then admits, "I can't be around the smoke anymore, but god do I miss it sometimes. Like when investors are pissing me off-"
'Or when I'm drinking,' he doesn't add, because he's trying not to do so much of that either, anymore-
So instead he pointedly grinds up against the line of Bucky's cock and then finishes- "Or after sex."
Bucky hums thoughtfully, but he looks a little too distracted for Tony's liking, so the obvious solution is to pull him down- to lick and bite the hint of a frown from Bucky's lips. In no time Bucky is melting into him again, his hips barely rocking in place as he lets Tony taste every part of his mouth- a low, pleased hum starting in his chest that vibrates through Tony's in the best way.
Tony gasps as chilled metal fingers trail down his side, sending shivers across his skin, and Bucky sucks at his lower lip for a moment before pulling away.
"So if I have to stay here an' play space heater," Bucky says, his lips dragging along the line of Tony's jaw and then down his throat, "an' if you're not gonna let me break th' candy in bed rule-"
"- No," Tony says firmly, shuddering at the memory of the cherry-red smears on his favorite pillowcases-
"- Then does that mean you're volunteerin' to be my chew toy?" Bucky finishes, pressing a brief kiss to Tony's collarbone before glancing up at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Love the way you phrased that," Tony says dryly, pretending they both can't feel his cock twitching in response, "absolutely yes, how could I refuse? I mean, the romance of it all- Can I go back to sleep while you do that, or do you want active participation-"
Bucky surges up and kisses him quiet, licking slowly over the roof of Tony's mouth before flicking the tip of his tongue against Tony's teasingly. Tony sucks in a sharp breath and clutches at Bucky's sides, chasing the contact of Bucky's warm tongue against his, curling too-briefly against Tony's before withdrawing, the occasional hint of teeth making him ache-
And before Tony quite knows it his tongue is hanging out of his mouth, his breath coming in shallow gasps as his cock fills quickly enough to make his head spin.
Then Bucky's tongue spreads flat against his, so warm and slick with spit and Tony doesn't care that he can feel drool starting to slide down his chin, that he doesn't even know who's it is- Bucky drags his tongue against Tony's in a slow, lingering swipe and all of Tony's breath escapes in a hard, hitching rush, his fingers digging into Bucky's sides as heat twists in his core-
Bucky continues kissing him shallow and sloppy, sharing the flavors of smoke and sleep between them as their tongues slide- curl- tangle in the open space between their mouths- The catch in Tony's breathing is so obvious as they pant against each other-
The tip of Bucky's tongue teases all along his, dragging a whine out of Tony's chest as the contact inexplicably goes straight to his cock- After lingering on the center of Tony's tongue for an extra long second, Bucky pulls away just enough to speak.
"D'you have a scar there?" Bucky asks, his voice low and hoarse, rumbling through the fraction of a space between them.
Tony has to swallow thickly before he can reply, his mouth filled with spit that tastes like nicotine and fuck- that shouldn't be as hot as it is, but Tony is burning- his cock throbbing and leaking every time Bucky's hips rock down against his-
"I used t'have my tongue pierced," he finally manages to reply and he's caught off guard by the ragged sound of his own voice, the needy whine in it-
Bucky makes a rough sound in his throat and then kisses him deeper, tongue plunging into Tony's mouth like he's looking for any other scars or marks that he's managed to miss until now- licking at the insides of Tony's cheeks and the back of his teeth- Kissing him until all Tony can taste is them, warm static filling his brain and his limbs heavy with pleasure.
He has to gasp for air when Bucky finally breaks away to leave biting kisses along his jaw, his head spinning and his eyelids heavy. Tony's cock is throbbing with need and he can feel the damp smears of precome he's leaving on Bucky's jeans- but he's also melting heavily into the bed as Bucky's mouth continues moving down his neck.
"You- mm, you have turned me into a weird kisser," Tony complains without any heat, only dimly aware of what he's even saying as Bucky's lips and then teeth drag along the line of his collarbone, "I am ruined."
Bucky hums out a pleased sound and presses his lips to the edge of one of the scars sprawling across Tony's chest, then firmly says, "Good."
Tony huffs out a laugh that bounces Bucky's head in place, then sighs when Bucky's warm tongue starts to trace one of the thick ropes of scar tissue that surround the arc reactor- the oddly muted feeling of Bucky's fingers or lips or tongue against the ruined skin always making him melt once he accepted that Bucky wants to touch-
"You're weird," Tony adds fondly, lazily lifting one hand and flailing it around until his fingers find and bury in Bucky's soft hair, just holding on as Bucky shifts against him- as Bucky's hot mouth moves to cover his nipple. "You're lucky that I'm into it," he says, breath hitching as Bucky's tongue circles- "And that I love you. T-The two- Mm, they may be related."
Bucky hums in agreement, hips lips curling into a smile against Tony's skin. He scrapes his teeth over the sensitive nub of skin- overly sensitive after the ghostly touches to his scars- and Tony jerks with a gasp, his cock twitching against Bucky's stomach and fuck- he'd almost managed to forget that he's hard, that his gut is twisted up with want.
He lets out a hard breath when Bucky's tongue flicks over his nipple, sending warmth pulsing through him in slow waves- teasing the skin to a peak so Bucky can pull it into his mouth and catch it between his teeth-
Tony groans as his hips twitch weakly, his entire body heavy with pleasure and the remnants of sleep still clinging to him. His cock throbs with every warm drag of Bucky's tongue, but there's no demand in it- just lazy pulses of arousal as he melts and sinks down into the mattress- his eyelids fluttering as his grip on Bucky's hair loosens, getting lost in the sensations of Bucky's lips and tongue working his skin like Tony is his favorite piece of candy.
By the time Bucky pulls away with a final drag of his tongue Tony's nipple is throbbing and he's half asleep. Bucky shifts over to the other side of his chest, catching and rolling the other nipple between his teeth, and Tony drags in a sharp breath as his head spins.
"Will you- Mmm," he starts, tipping his chin down and forcing his heavy eyelids open before he can lose his train of thought, "will you be offended if I really do fall asleep?"
"Depends," Bucky says, licking his lips and then looking up at Tony with a toothy grin, "will you be offended if I keep chewin' on you?"
Tony wants to tease him about the choice of words again- because seriously, Tony did not think this chew-toy-anology would drag on for so long- but it also seems like so much effort- Especially when Bucky makes a show of sticking his tongue out and dragging the length of it slowly across Tony's peaked nipple.
"Go crazy," Tony says in a rush, letting his head thump back against the pillow and his eyes fall closed again, "but I better not wake up soggy."
Bucky laughs softly, his lips descending on Tony's skin again, and time goes liquid- Slipping past in a haze of Bucky sucking marks into his skin- Bucky's tongue dipping ticklishly into his bellybutton and Bucky's teeth against his thigh.
Tony jolts somewhere closer to awareness when Bucky licks up the length of his cock, groaning breathlessly as Bucky's clever tongue teases at the slit- as Bucky slowly takes him in with the barest hint of teeth-
He thinks he says something- or tries to say something- as the heat of Bucky's mouth wraps around the head of his cock, Bucky's tongue tracing slow and methodical paths along the underside.
Tony knows that he groans out a slurred attempt at words when the tip of his cock drags along the roof of Bucky's mouth- the texture softening as he slides deeper- into the tight warmth of Bucky's throat-
And then Bucky stays there, his tongue pressed flat to the underside of Tony's cock- rippling occasionally just to make Tony throb-
"Bucky-" he sighs- floating- And Bucky hums around him-
Swallows around him- throat muscles working before Bucky goes still again, letting out a slow breath through his nose that ghosts across Tony's skin.
Tony sighs again, and he drifts.
He wakes up to the tint on the windows barely starting to lighten, not quite letting in the morning sun. Bucky is fast asleep, sprawled across Tony's legs with his head resting on Tony's stomach and one of his arms wrapped tight across Tony's hips.
There are teeth marks and hickies Tony only half-remembers on his chest and thighs- right at the base of his cock- and a warm ember of arousal still burning in his core.
Tony tangles his fingers in Bucky's hair again, letting his eyes fall closed, and drifts back to sleep with a smile.
canine
"Do you want to go to another charity gala with me next month?" Tony asks, frowning at the screen of his tablet like maybe the email will just turn around and leave his inbox.
"S're," Bucky says without hesitation, his voice muffled around the knuckle of Tony's finger caught between his teeth.
Cosmos continues to play on the massive living room TV as Tony kicks his legs out, sprawling further down across the couch so he can drop his head back to rest on Bucky's thigh. Then he has to tip his head to the side so he can actually see Bucky around his own arm stretched up toward Bucky's face.
Bucky quirks an eyebrow at him and curls his tongue around Tony's finger before pulling it further into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing.
"You know I'm not going to mind if you say no, right?" Tony has to ask, raising an eyebrow right back at him, "it's going to be as not fun as last time. Lots of rich assholes that aren't me, cameras, old ladies getting handsy, I'm gonna drink too much sparkling cider and still manage to eat all the shrimp hors d'oeuvres before you get to them-"
Bucky lets Tony's finger pop free from between his lips with a laugh and says, "Stop, stop, I'm already convinced." His hand around Tony's wrist stops Tony's hand from going far, and his gaze flicks between Tony's face and the assorted teeth-marks he's left all along Tony's index finger.
"Really?" Tony asks, raising both of his eyebrows now and trying not to get distracted when Bucky presses a sweet kiss to the tip of his finger, "you do remember the last one, right? When you almost punched out that senator and then threatened to steal his job, of all things?"
A sharp smile spreads across Bucky's face before it abruptly shifts into a pout- and the downward curve of his lips is for show, but the hint of doubt in his voice is very real as he asks, "D'you not want me to come with you?"
"Of course I want you to," Tony says in a rush, nearly tripping over the words in his hurry to get them out.
He drops his tablet onto his stomach so he can throw his arm up over Bucky's thighs, wiggling his hand between Bucky and the armrest of the couch in an awkward sort-of-hug. With the hand still trapped in Bucky's hold he even more awkwardly pats as Bucky's cheek, ignoring the way Bucky's nose wrinkles at the spit smearing across his skin.
"I'd take you everywhere, if I could," he says with feeling, "but Pepper insists R&D is not the place to bring a date."
"Then I'm goin' with you," Bucky says simply, pulling Tony's hand over enough to place a kiss in the center of his palm, and Tony can feel the shape of his smirk as he adds, "'M gonna make you dance with me again, though."
"Wow, what a threat," Tony says dryly, trying and failing to fight down a wide grin, "will the romance of it all never cease-"
Bucky's breath puffs warm against Tony's skin as he laughs, so much fondness in his eyes that Tony can't to anything but smile back- and he knows his expression goes soft and dopey when Bucky starts placing lingering kisses across his palm. Bucky's lips move up the underside of Tony's ring finger, still meeting Tony's eye steadily, and then he sucks Tony's finger into his mouth all the way to the third knuckle.
Tony's breath catches as Bucky's teeth fit perfectly into the dents lingering at the base of his finger, as Bucky clenches and grinds his jaw just hard enough to work the marks a little deeper- the very back of Bucky's tongue so warm against his fingertip as Bucky sighs out a slow breath through his nose, his blue eyes dark and molten-
There is a constant ring of teeth marks at the base of Tony's finger, at this point- sometimes faint, sometimes nearly bruised when Bucky has just been working at it, and Tony is starting to take the hint, thank you very much-
"What is happening in here?"
Tony turns his head just in time to see Clint stumble forward as Natasha walks into his back, because Clint still hasn't figured out not to do abrupt stops in doorways around here. Natasha rolls her eyes and puts a hand on Clint's shoulder to steady him, then shoves him further into the room so she can step around him.
"We're watching Cosmos," Tony says pleasantly, like he's not fully aware that that's not what Clint is talking about, and he can feel Bucky smile around his finger when Clint makes a couple frustrated sounds.
"And does that usually require cannibalism?" Clint asks pointedly as he follows Natasha over to the other couch, making a series of faces that Tony is pretty sure he's been practicing in the mirror for maximum effect.
Tony considers feeling appropriately shamed, then smiles up at Bucky again as he asks, "I hadn't actually considered that, have I been watching this show all wrong up until now?"
Bucky dig his teeth harder into Tony's finger so it won't slip free as he nods seriously, Clint makes another weirded-out noise, and Natasha snorts out a laugh as she grabs the remote to change the channel. Tony is going to complain, because they are sort of watching watching that, but then she puts on The Great British Bake-off and Bucky perks up, and Tony decides to let it go.
Clint, though, isn't letting anything go.
"You've gotten extra weird lately," he complains as he makes himself comfortable, because apparently they're not too weird to sit and watch TV with. "I'm not a doctor, but I'm going to go ahead and recommend you start smoking again," he says to Bucky, "for my own sanity, if nothing else. I'm pretty sure I saw you chewing on a knife, the other day."
"Was a pract'ce blade," Bucky says dismissively, letting Tony's finger slip out of his mouth just enough to get the words out.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Clint says, his nose wrinkling.
"Like you have any room to talk," Tony breaks in, shooting Clint a pointed look, "you use the arrows I painstakingly designed for you to clean your teeth." Tony pauses for a second, considering, and then adds, "I'm upping everybody's dental coverage."
"Shh," Natasha hisses, her eyes fixed on the TV, "they're about to make 's'mores.'"
Tony has to laugh at the heavy verbal air quotes, and the way the mention of dessert has Clint's attention snapping to the screen. Tony lifts his arm from where it's draped over Bucky's thighs to pick up his tablet again, planning to actually reply to the charity gala email, but it pulls his attention up when his finger suddenly goes cold- sliding free from Bucky's mouth entirely.
Bucky is not at all distracted by sweets, his lips pulled down into a thoughtful frown as he asks, "D'you think cigarettes miss me, too?" His voice is soft and so genuine that is startles a loud burst of laughter out of Tony, and Bucky's frown turns into a pout.
"They don't, honey," Tony says apologetically, lowering his voice and fighting down more laughter before Natasha can shush him again, "and I told you that you don't have to quit." Bucky opens his mouth, and Tony knows what he's going to say, so he cuts Bucky off to add, "I was joking about stealing one."
Bucky just hums, still unconvinced, and nips at Tony's knuckle before his attention drifts up to the TV- tongue curling around Tony's finger to pull it back into his mouth like it's second nature.
bicuspid
"Oh, fu-uck," Tony groans as Bucky sinks back into him so slowly, making sure he can feel every inch of Bucky's cock as it stretches and fills him and oh fuck Tony is going to lose his mind-
"Yeah," Bucky sighs, sounding dazed- His lips dragging against the side of Tony's knee as his hips press flush to Tony's ass again- "So fuckin' perfect, baby."
Bucky grinds into him, the fat head of his cock nudging impossibly deeper and the worktable creaking in complaint beneath them- threatening to skid across the floor because Tony still hasn't gotten around to bolting this one down-
Then Bucky starts to withdraw at the same agonizing pace- again- like he's just going to keep tormenting Tony with slow thrusts that barely avoid his prostate, that have everything inside Tony shaking every time he's filled again.
And there's not a damn thing Tony can do about it- tools and random bits of metal go flying as he struggles for purchase, leverage, anything- But the table is polished smooth and he'd be sliding away if not for Bucky's metal hand planted low on his chest, keeping him pinned firmly in place- he can't arch up to force Bucky to move faster, and he can't quite reach Bucky to- he can't-
Tony snaps, a little bit.
"Faster," he demands, the word tearing out of him as his arm twitches and another wrench goes flying- as he tightens his knees over Bucky's shoulders and tries to pull Bucky back in- "Harder-"
Bucky groans and his other hand slips a little further up Tony's thigh, fingers digging into the darkening teeth marks dotting Tony's skin and pinning him down harder- Tony gasps, the twist of arousal in his core and the throb of his cock almost painful-
"You- Haa, fuck- You said we should t-take our time, for once," Bucky reminds him, his voice a low growl and his eyes moving constantly over Tony, from his hips to his chest to his arms- lingering on the variety of marks he's left with his teeth and lips.
Tony could point out that Bucky is the one who couldn't be bothered to leave the workshop, but Tony isn't in the mood to stop and argue with Bucky's cock still inside him, this time- Not when can feel Bucky's gaze like a physical touch and he's burning hotter- his gut twisting agonizingly with arousal-
"And now," Tony grits out, "I a-am telling you to- oh, god- to fuck me-" He doesn't sound nearly as firm or demanding as he'd hoped- his voice catching with breathless moans- "F-Fuck, Bucky-"
"I am fucking you," Bucky teases, because he's a perfect, amazing asshole- He leans down a little closer over Tony, still withdrawing so slowly, the head of his cock tugging at Tony's rim- But he's within reach now- so Tony does-
Bucky's eyes go wide, and Tony is equally surprised by how fast he manages to move- one arm flying up to shove three fingers into Bucky's mouth, pressing under Bucky's tongue and then curling against the back of his teeth- grabbing him so Tony can yank him down closer.
"I said fuck me faster," Tony snarls, digging his heels into Bucky's back and bucking his hips up- "Now."
Bucky groans, his eyelids fluttering as his teeth close on Tony's fingers- Then he slams back into Tony in one hard, amazing thrust, burying himself so deep and knocking all the air out of Tony's chest in a shaking rush-
"Yes-s," Tony moans as his cock throbs and twitches up against his stomach- as his toes curl and his balls clench- "God- fuck, yes, ju-ust like that- Bucky- Ahh!"
He breaks off in a wavering cry when Bucky's hips roll back and then shove forward again- and again- As Bucky starts fucking him fast and hard and perfect- His tongue searing hot as it drags over the back of Tony's knuckles and when Bucky's eyes snap open the blue of them has been completely swallowed by his blow-out pupils.
Bucky's hips continue to slap against Tony's ass with a steady, brutal rhythm as he curls down around Tony, folding Tony further in half and forcing a breathless shout out of him when the head of Bucky's cock finally drags over his prostate-
"F-Fuck, o-ohh- Harder," Tony groans as his fingers slide deeper into Bucky's mouth- as Bucky's tongue curls around them and Bucky's teeth find the simple silver band with an audible click- "Don'- god, fu-uck, don't swallow my-y new ring," he demands, eyes narrowing like every word didn't come out as a near-whine.
Bucky huffs out a laughs through his nose and shifts so his front teeth dig in just below the metal of the ring, back teeth catching at the sides of Tony's fingers and throat muscles barely fluttering against the tips- Bucky's other hand slowly drags up Tony's chest to the side of his throat, thumb pressing to the throbbing bite mark on Tony's jaw-
"Bucky-y!" Tony cries out as his orgasm crashes over him, his hips bucking as his cock throbs- his heel kicking against Bucky's back and his fingers curling against Bucky's tongue-
With a growl Bucky clenches his jaw and fucks Tony through it as he shakes and writhes- because Bucky is perfect, and knows exactly what he wants.
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Bucky makes a soft sound, shoving his face deeper into the pillow, and Tony's thumb stills on his phone- attention instantly snapping over to the other side of the bed.
Watching Bucky wake up is way more interesting than replying to emails from the marketing department- the way he stretches and hums as he clings to sleep, tensing as he snaps awake all at once and then just as quickly relaxing again. When Bucky rolls over to look at him Tony smiles and waves one hand, not even trying to pretend he wasn't staring.
"Good morning, sunshine," Tony says brightly, then laughs when Bucky continues rolling to sprawl out half on top of him. Tony wiggles down against the headboard until Bucky's head can rest on his stomach and asks, "Did I wake you up?"
Bucky hums and nods, shifting a little closer, and his voice is muffled against Tony's skin as he says, "I can hear you angry textin'."
"I'm swiping," Tony defends, still snickering, and then glances at his phone again even as he buries his fingers in Bucky's hair. "I do have to make a phone call, but I don't want to get up," he admits and when Bucky looks up at him to pout, clearly not happy with the idea of him leaving their bed either, Tony raises an eyebrow and asks, "are you going to make me abandon you, or can you behave yourself?"
Bucky makes a thoughtful sound, his eyes flicking over to the bruises on Tony's ribs, the thin lines and spots that form countless ovals in the perfect shape of his mouth- Then he smiles with lots of teeth, and his voice is still sleep-rough as he says, "Prob'ly."
"Exactly what I was hoping to hear, what more can I ask for," Tony says, rolling his eyes and fighting down more laughter, "I have full and total faith in you, now."
Bucky blinks innocently, still smiling, and Tony stares at him suspiciously even as he raises the phone to his ear. The head of marketing answers on the first ring, with twenty-something other people on the line, and they've barely started re-explaining the problem with SI's upcoming release before Bucky's teeth catch at the skin of Tony's hip, making him jump.
"Hey," Tony hisses in a whisper and Bucky turns to grin up at him again, amusement in his eyes and his lips shining, his chin digging into Tony's stomach.
Tony huffs and rolls his eyes, like this is a big inconvenience and not exactly what he expected. He frees his fingers from Bucky's hair to instead press the pad of his thumb to Bucky's lower lip, dragging slowly along the swell of it. He listens to what sounds like half the marketing department talk through the problem as he moves on to tracing the gentle bow of Bucky's upper lip, dipping in to tap his thumbnail against Bucky's teeth.
Bucky props himself up on one elbow a tiny bit so that he can let his mouth fall open, spreading his sleep-warm metal hand across Tony's side and sighing happily- clearly getting exactly what he wants. And since Tony kind of lives to give him whatever he wants- to put that happy, smug and peaceful look on his face- Tony obliges and pushes his thumb into Bucky's mouth.
The marketing team gets closer to solving their problem with only the very occasional input from him, and Tony drags his thumb along the line of Bucky's bottom teeth, feeling the one crooked tooth that he likes to think makes Bucky's bite marks undeniably his. Bucky's tongue flicks occasionally against the tip of Tony's finger, but mostly lays flat in his mouth as his eyes go half-lidded, letting Tony do whatever he wants.
Once he's rubbed over the front of Bucky's top teeth and the sharp points of his canines- which Tony is very well aquatinted with at this point- he pulls his thumb free and taps it against Bucky's lower lip. He tips the phone away from his ear while two people he didn't catch the names of argue about fonts, and after making sure he has Bucky's attention by tapping on his lip again he mouths, 'Wider.'
Bucky sucks in a deep breath and cranes his mouth open wide, his fingers digging into Tony's side and his tongue poking out in obvious invitation. Tony presses his first two fingers into Bucky's mouth instead so he can reach all way to the back of his mouth.
Half of Tony's brain is focused on the voices in his ear and occasionally chiming in before someone can make a press release bright orange- And the other half of his brain is on the feeling of Bucky's warm mouth- on resting a fingertip on each of Bucky's back molars and slowly dragging his fingers up the line of his teeth, feeling every dip and point against his fingertips like he's felt them against every other part of his body-
Once his fingers meet in the front of Bucky's teeth again he shifts to Bucky's tongue, stroking up either side of the slick muscle- his fingers curled just enough that his nails drag and catch against the texture of his taste buds, and Bucky's eyelids flutter as he lets out a hard, warm rush of breath.
Tony presses one fingertip to the stud in the center of Bucky's tongue, circling it in place slightly, and Bucky grunts softly as he squirms a little closer. The half-hard line of his cock presses against Tony's shin- without any demand, just trying to get closer, and Tony is officially only listening to the phone call with a quarter of his brain.
Thankfully, it sounds like things are wrapping up- and this could have been a single email- and Tony cuts in as everyone starts patting themselves on the back for solving their own problems.
"Great job, team, don't call me again unless Greg tries to make something else orange," Tony says pointedly, ends the call, and tosses his phone off the bed for good measure. When Bucky quirks an eyebrow, tongue rippling against his fingers to pull them deeper, Tony sighs heavily and says, "Yes, that's the Greg that thinks raisins belong on burgers. I don't want to talk about it."
When he finishes with a dramatic shudder Bucky pats him consolingly on the side, then closes his teeth on Tony's fingers and flicks the stud of his tongue ring against them. Tony uses his newly freed hand to poke Bucky in the jaw, and when Bucky opens his mouth again Tony presses in a third finger, sliding all of them in up to the last knuckle. As always, Bucky immediately closes his jaw just enough for his teeth to click against the ring on Tony's finger, the silver every-so-slightly dented from years of the same treatment- and as always Tony can't help smiling dopily.
Once he's determined that the ideal amount of time has gone by, Tony says, "and another thing about raisin-Greg that I can't actually fire him for-"
Bucky shushes him, the sound slurred around Tony's fingers and the laughter rumbling in his chest, then reaches up to shove three of his fingers into Tony's mouth to silence him. Tony doesn't even try to act offended, just lets his laughter bounce Bucky's head in place on his stomach and grabs for Bucky's metal wrist.
He pulls Bucky's fingers deeper into his mouth and loudly clicks his teeth against the simple gold band at the base of Bucky's ring finger, just to watch the way Bucky's eyes go dark.
How’s about cookin’ something up with me
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Chris Evans Movies)
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Flirting, Friends to Lovers, Cooking, Sandwiches, Kissing, First Kiss, Sassy Bucky Barnes, Sassy Tony Stark, Snark, Cuddling & Snuggling, Eating
Language: English
Collections: WinterIron Bingo Round 3
Published: 2026-01-20
Words: 3,148
Chapters: 1/1
Summary:
Bucky is not having any luck making his simple lunch. Then Tony swoops in and saves the day. Well, he saves the lunch. And maybe he just makes it a little better than gourmet in Bucky's eyes.
