The credits cut to black. "Play the next one, J." 007 Die Another Day started up. "I wasn't expecting to find you," Tony admitted into the darkness. He stacked their dinner plates on the coffee table. "Thanks for staying." His words held more gravity than a simple thank you and she knew he wasn't only talking about now, but last night as well.
Skye smiled, laying her head on his shoulder, "Anytime, Tony." The hand that had been running through Bruce's hair stilled, the other man's eyes flickered open in confusion. Bruce reached out for Skye's hand where it was tucked awkwardly against her body and brought it to his head.
Tony smiled, fond and soft, "He likes to have his hair played with."
Skye tipped her head thoughtfully. By now She and Tony we pressed together, Bruce draped over both of them. She ran her nails lightly over Bruce's scalp, sliding her fingers to play in the hairs at the nape of his neck. He hummed, melting further into both of them. Skye had had enough experience with subs to recognize the languid sprawl of subspace. Tony slid an arm around Skye and pulled the bowl onto his lap where they could all reach.
"Popcorn?" She prompted gently, holding a piece against Bruce's lips when he nodded. Bruce's breath was warm against her fingers, tongue flicking out to lick salt from the pad of her thumb. A warm flash of arousal shot through her. Tony's fingers traced absentminded patterns tingling across her shoulder. She fed Bruce until he turned away, dropping his head to nuzzle the hollow of her throat. She kissed his temple, the top of his head.
Bruce turned to seek out Tony's mouth, warm and pliant in his embrace. Tony threaded his free hand through Bruce's hair, holding them together with a hand at the nape of his neck. Bruce whined, shifting so that he was straddling his lover.
Tony met Skye's eyes, panting out, "Bruce, baby, wait." Skye eyed her boys. Her sweet, broken soulmates tangled in a needy mess on the couch beside her.
"Don't stop on my account," Skye drawled, brushing her thumb along Bruce's cheekbone. Her other hand trailed up his thigh, cupping his arousal. He whimpered, grinding against her. "Bedroom?"
Tony sprawled against the headboard, Bruce crawled after him. He leaned down to nuzzle at Tony's still clothed cock even as Skye eased him out of the pajama bottoms. Skye had discarded her own clothes somewhere between the door and the bed. Tony shimmied out of his jeans and helped pull Bruce's shirt over his head. He glanced up at Skye hesitantly when it came to his own shirt.
"There's a decent amount of scarring," Tony admitted, running a nervous hand through his hair, "and I know I'm not as fit as some of the others..." His voice cut of sharply as Bruce swallowed his cock to the root. He nuzzled the small thatch of groomed hair and reached up to caress the thick rope of scarring beneath the reactor.
Skye moaned lowly in approval, pulling his shirt the rest of the way over his head. She leaned over Bruce to kiss him, trailing her mouth along the line of his jaw she sucked a mark at his pulse point.
"Lube?" Skye asked, breath hot against his ear.
"Drawer," He choked out, hips stuttering, he pushed further into the heat of Bruce's mouth. Skye's hands stroked Bruce's hips, moving to cup his ass. He moaned, arching into her hold when she gave them a short squeeze.
"Want me to prep you for Tony's cock, baby?" Skye asked, licking a line up the knobs of his spine. She kept her hands moving against his ass, but drapped the rest of herself over him. Her teeth found the thick cord of his neck, nipping and sucking. "You're doing so good getting him wet for you." She praised, licking the hollow of his throat. He pulled off Tony just long enough to kiss her.
"Please." he whined.
Skye returned to sit between his spread legs. She reached around him to take hold of his weeping cock. She gave it a few pumps before sliding a lubed finger into his entrance. She soon added another, scissoring him open, even as she leaned forward to kiss Tony.
"Close, Skye,"Tony panted, hand tightening in Bruce's hair, "Not gonna last long if you don't hurry up."
With a third finger she found his prostate, hips jerking as he fucked her hand. Bruce let out a desperate, confused little mewl when she guided him off their soulmate's member and onto his back. Tony crawled between Bruce's legs, he slid a couple pillows beneath him before sinking into his ass. Bruce moaned as his cock replaced Skye's fingers. Tony leaned down to kiss him, hands roaming the dark hair covering his chest. Bruce whimpered as he rolled a pebbled nipple between his fingers, nipping at the other.
His hips found a steady rhythm as Skye reached between them to roll a condom on Bruce's cock. Tony sat up, reaching for their soulmate as she moved to straddle Bruce. He held her hip steady with one hand while giding Bruce into her with the other.
She turned to kiss him over her shoulder, rolling her hips experimentally. Tony's hand reached around her to rub circles into her clit. Skye left bruising kisses along the column of his throat. Bruce moaned as he was taken by both of his soulmates, Tony's cock finding his prostate. Bruce arched up to lave at Skye's breast, sucking a dusky nipple into his mouth. She tangled her hands in his curls, pulling him up to plunder his mouth.
Tony came first, wrapping himself around Skye as he nailed Bruce's prostate. Skye came undone soon after, continuing to fuck Bruce through her orgasm as Tony stroked her clit. Tony stayed inside him until his shuddered with his own release. Skye eased off him, brushing the mop of sweaty curls off his forehead.
Tony moved to follow her when she got up, but Skye pressed him back against the pillows, "Stay. I'll be right back." She slid the condom off Bruce's spent cock. Skye returned from the bathroom with damp towels to find them half asleep, splayed on opposite ends of the bed. She cleaned them off and got them beneath the covers. Bruce came easily, melting in her arms. Tony lay at her back, curled in on himself, arms tucked over the reactor. "Tony," She pouted sleepily, "Cuddle me." She reached back for his arms, tugging until he was spooning her. "Lights, J," She mumbled, and Tony slowly relaxed around her.