Steve is gone for longer than the initial week he's supposed to be gone for. It's probably for the best because the tower is a wreck with to-go containers scattered about and a mountain of laundry in the bathroom. It's okay, though, because as soon as Tony gets the call that Steve's on his way home Tony will call a maid service and Steve won't know any better.

Presently Tony and Bucky are in the bedroom. Bucky is unashamedly on his knees, a string of saliva connecting his pouting lips to the head of Tony's cock.

"You're sure you want this?" Tony asks, his blunt fingernails clawing at the back of Bucky's head.

"I said I wanted you to fuck me up," he retorts, flicking his tongue over his lips and looking up at Tony with such ridiculous innocence. "I want it hard. I mean hard. Sure you're up for it, Stark? My standards are extremely high." He hums, lapping at the sensitive head of Tony's dick.

Tony smirks. "I'll try my best. And by 'try my best' I mean I'll fucking succeed as I always do."

"Except for this morning when you busted through the wall."

Tony rolls his eyes. "Remind me to get that fixed tomorrow." He reaches down, grabbing Bucky's wrist and pulling him to his feet. Tony spins Barnes on his heel, pushing him to the edge of the bed. "You're sure?"

Bucky nods. "I mean, I've always… yeah."

"Shouldn't we talk about it first? Discuss boundaries and shit? Safe words?"

Bucky groans. "Can't you just fucking go with it? I know you didn't marry Rogers with the intention of having vanilla sex for the next forty years. Can't you just- I don't know, let go?"

Tony wets his lips, lying back with his head against the pillows. He stares at Bucky for good while, admiring the curve of his shoulders, the tightness of his belly and the strong line of his jaw. He's no Steve but Bucky can hold his own.

"I don't feel comfortable fucking you up without a safeword," Tony admits.

"Fine," Bucky sighs. "Uh… red? Red means stop, right? Red."

"Red," Tony repeats nodding.

Bucky gracefully climbs up to straddle Tony, setting back with Tony's cock resting teasingly between his ass cheeks. He rolls his hips twice and admires Tony's facial expression as he does so. Tony emits a quiet groan, reaching out to put his hands on Bucky's hips. Tony sort of likes that Bucky is smaller than Steve. Bucky is shorter and less muscular and just small. Part of Tony likes that when he touches Bucky it feels differently than when he touches Steve.

Bucky rocks his hips again before leaning forward on his hands, hovering over the older man beneath him, and he steals a kiss from his lips. Bucky likes it when Tony doesn't shave for a couple of days. He loves the rough contrast of Tony's face as opposed to Steve's smooth one. He likes the difference.

"Can we talk about what I want?" Bucky inquires with a hint of a smile.

"Probably should," Tony nods.

"I like choking and slapping. Don't tap my face, slap it. Slap it like I'm a worthless piece of shit."

"You mean you're not?" Tony quips childishly, cocking his head.

Bucky pauses as he feels Tony's right hand leave his hip and wrap around his dick, stroking and tugging it to attention. He sighs now, sitting back against Tony's thighs once more as his own cock is stroked. "Have you ever dominated someone before?"

"Once or twice," Tony shrugs.

"Do you and Steve ever fuck hard? I mean, y'know… forcefully? Just be forceful. Slap me, hit me and choke me."

Tony hums, nodding and Bucky leans down again, wrapping his own hand around Tony's cock and pressing a wet kiss the side of Tony's neck. He loves this. He loves how different it feels to kiss Tony's neck as opposed to Steve's. Tony's neck isn't nearly as smooth. The skin is rough and textured with age and the stubble is enough to exfoliate Bucky's lips with prolonged kissing. But Bucky wouldn't have it any other way.

"I wanna feel it in my ribs," he purrs, tracing his tongue along the shell of Tony's ear. He presses the pad of his thumb under the head of Tony's cock and that earns him a moan. Bucky huffs in amusement, pressing a kiss to Tony's cheek. "Kiss my neck. Bite me. Pull my hair. Hold me down. Use your tongue. Make me moan and don't stop until I'm fucking shaking."

"If I do this for you," Tony begins, running his fingers through Bucky's hair and tugging lightly at the roots. "You've gotta do something for me."

"What?"

Tony pushes Bucky to the side leaves the bed long enough to grab something out of the bathroom cabinet. He tosses the item – a small bundle of material – onto the bed. As soon as Bucky snatches it and realizes what it is, he chuckles.

"You want me to wear these?" he asks in slight disbelief, staring at the sheer black ass-less stockings. Tony gives him the look that consists of raised eyebrows and upturned lips. Bucky - somewhat self-consciously – examines the nylons for a moment before pulling them on with some difficulty. He glances up at Tony, who appears to be absolutely delighted, and smiles a little. Suddenly he doesn't feel so ridiculous. It actually feels good because his hard cock is constrained against his belly by the black material.

"Steve won't… there's only so much that he'll put up with," Tony states.

"It's fine, Tony," Bucky reassures him. "It's alright. It's-" Bucky glances down at the sheer black material covering his legs. "I've gotta admit it's kinda hot." He stands up and steps in front of the full length mirror, glancing over his shoulder at his ass. Bucky's entire body burns with embarrassment and he holds back a sigh. He's too busy staring at the somewhat startling image in the mirror to notice that Tony approaches him. Tony's calloused hands settle at Bucky's hips first and then shake around to stroke his taut belly possessively.

His lips ghost across Bucky's jaw as he speaks. "You gonna be a good boy for me?"

It's ridiculous how turned on Bucky is by that. It's cheesy and cliché but that's Tony; full of clichés and corny one-liners.

Bucky's got a few of those too so he fires back with "Maybe. It depends. You want me to be a good boy? Or d'you want me to be bad?"

The head of Tony's stiff cock brushes against the back of Bucky's thigh and he takes a small step back, earning a groan from Tony as it creates friction. Tony's practically hugging Bucky from behind, guiding him to the bed. Bucky goes compliantly and allows Tony to position his body however he wants.

"Hands and knees. Yeah, perfect." Tony chews his lip, reaching out to set his hands on either side of Bucky's ass. It's beautiful and smooth but not like Steve's. Steve's ass is toned while Bucky's is sort of just there.

"You have a twink ass," Tony observes, leaning down to press a kiss to the small of Bucky's back. His lips linger longer than necessary and the gesture fills Bucky with an unusual feeling of warmth because that was more of a Steve gesture than a Tony gesture. Bucky downplays it to something Tony picked up from Steve and doesn't take it to mean anything more than what it is.

"Fuck you, you pervert," Bucky replies and he's glad that he isn't facing Tony because he has to hide a smile.

"Hey! It's not a bad thing. I like it," Tony replies on the defensive, bringing his palm down on Bucky's right ass cheek. He earns a groan and chuckles. "You've got a nice ass, babycakes; take that as a compliment."

Bucky yet again tells himself that Tony's pet names don't mean anything. Tony calls everyone by things other than their proper names, so he ignores it and presses his ass back against the palms of Tony's hands.

"Mm, greedy," Tony chuckles. "Want my mouth on you?"

Bucky nods, licking his lips and answering with a desperate 'please' because Tony's mouth and tongue are fantastic.

"Lick me raw."

Tony snickers and leans forward, running his tongue down between Bucky's cheeks, rejoicing in the moan that Bucky emits. His lips press wet kisses to the puckered hole, flicking the tip of his tongue over it teasingly.

"Oh m-" Bucky starts, but then Tony's mouth is on him again and it's all he can to do moan. Tony's hands massage Bucky's ass through the black nylons, slipping around his thighs to rub at Bucky's hard cock.

"What do you want?" he asks, pulling away moments later, and tugs Bucky to his feet. "My mouth? Toys? Fingers? Cock? You want me to fuck you right now or should you beg for it?" he purrs.

Bucky grunts softly as Tony threads his fingers through his hair, pulling at the roots and tilting his head back. His stomach is in knots; he's so entirely aroused that he doesn't trust his voice. Tony is waiting, though, so Bucky swallows the lump in his throat and replies thickly, "Whatever you feel like doing to me. I'm yours; use me however you want."

Tony smirks and moves to kiss the junction between Bucky's neck and shoulder. His kisses are lingering, slow and wet. He definitely isn't expecting Tony to sink his teeth into the flesh hard enough to bruise. Bucky gasps as his safeword bubbles in his throat but he grits his teeth, choking it back down.

"Should I tie you up? Cuff you?" Tony coos.

Bucky whimpers and spreads his legs expectantly, glancing over his shoulder at Tony. "Do it if you're gonna do it," he huffs.

Tony shrugs, pursing his lips and going to the closet momentarily. He comes back with a pair of handcuffs that don't look like anything other than ordinary handcuffs. As Tony slaps them on his wrists Bucky examines them, and it's as if Tony can read his mind.

"I made these for Steve. You're not going anywhere," he chuckles, leaning down to kiss the corner of Bucky's mouth.

"Like I'd want to," Bucky retorts as Tony circles around and he wiggles his ass invitingly. Tony smirks and smacks his ass again, stopping to admire the small jiggle that results. He sinks to the floor on his knees so his face is level with Bucky's ass. He grips those pale, thin thighs and pulls his ass back, exposing the pink hole in the center. Tony briefly wets his index finger and presses the pad of it against the tight orifice, littering Bucky's nylon-covered thighs with wet, open-mouthed kisses.

Bucky groans a little, his shoulders bowing with the teasing contact. "Tony," he breathes.

"I know," he mutters, kissing closer and then flicking his tongue over the hole. He closes his eyes and leans in closer, resting his head against Bucky's left ass cheek, his finger still probing the hole as his tongue licks around with expertise. He spits directly between Bucky's cheeks, slipping in a second finger without much warning.

"Fuck," Bucky grunts. He isn't exactly ready for the intrusion but Tony knows that he wants it to hurt. He bows down, his forehead pressing against the mattress as the uncomfortable sting surges through his body. As compensation for the discomfort, Tony slips a hand between Bucky's spread legs to cup Bucky's constrained erection.

"Kinda quiet, aren't you?" Tony hums, sinking his teeth into the back of Bucky's thigh as his fingers spread Bucky's hole even wider.

"Not much to say," he murmurs into the sheets.

"Talk for me," Tony demands, returning to kiss Bucky's smooth cheeks, suckling at the skin long enough to leave red marks that will disappear within a day or two.

Bucky chuckles breathlessly, pressing his ass back and bearing down on Tony's fingers until they're buried deep inside of his tight heat. He groans, licking his lips. "Uncuff me," he barks.

"I don't think so," Tony retorts with a snicker.

"I swear if you don't I'll-"

"Okay, okay," Tony breaks in, pulling his fingers out and standing to his feet. He fetches the key, popping the locks and Bucky rubs at his wrists idly before turning around. He reaches out, pushing Tony onto his back roughly.

"You want me to talk to you?" he asks, throwing a leg over Tony's thighs and sliding onto his lap. "Fine, I'll fucking talk for you. I want your cock in me, wanna sit on you, ride you. I want you to slap me, rough me up, show me who the fuck I belong to. Wanna ride your face, make you taste my ass," he spouts off, rocking his hips as his ass presses down on Tony's hard cock.

Tony smirks and reaches up, backhanding Bucky hard enough to knock him off balance. "You goddamn whore, look at you," Tony retorts, running his nails down the black stockings. He then reaches up with his right arm, hand wrapping around Bucky's neck as he pulls him down for a kiss. Tony is unrelenting, all teeth and tongue as he licks at Bucky's pouty lips. He sucks briefly on the bottom one before sinking his teeth into it hard enough to draw blood. Bucky whimpers, his hands desperately roaming Tony's chest, pinching at his nipples and doing anything to evoke the pleasuring actions Tony is holding hostage. His pleading fingers slide and ghost across Tony's arc reactor as he pants.

They're still kissing when Bucky feels Tony's calloused fingers tighten around his throat, putting pressure on his windpipe. His cock stirs in interest, throbbing from where they rest in his stockings. He doesn't even fathom using the safeword now that he's actually getting what he fucking wants.

Tony doesn't let go until Bucky's face turns red and then he does, and Bucky coughs before reaching down and pulling his cock from the stockings. He whimpers when it won't come completely free and looks at Tony, pleading.

Tony sits up wordlessly, knocking Bucky down again and crawling backwards. He grabs the waistband of the black nylons, peeling the skintight material from Bucky's long legs. "You have nice legs," Tony observes, pressing kisses to the insides of Bucky's bony knees. "They're not exactly like Steve's," he continues, pressing towards Bucky's feet. He traces his tongue delicately around Bucky's ankle and then, startlingly, presses a kiss to the arch of his foot.

The action sends a sharp chill down Bucky's spine and he feels goose bumps spread rapidly throughout his rigid body.

"You kinky bastard," he says quietly, and Tony can tell he isn't joking. Bucky doesn't look entirely repulsed and his lips are upturned in the slightest hint of a smile.

"You like it," Tony presumes and presses another kiss in the same spot. His fingernails trail down Bucky's legs until he sees the dark pink lines rise in the pale skin. As Tony does so, Bucky's fingers dance around his own cock, pulling and twisting with the lightest touches. After five minutes of this, Bucky grows restless and pulls his leg down to the bed.

"Do you plan on actually fucking me or are you just gonna spend the rest of the night worshiping my feet?" He intends for it to come out in an irritated manner but his voice fails him and it sounds more like a teasing plea than anything else.

Tony lunges across the bed and stretches over Bucky's body to grab the bottle of lube that was kicked under the bed at some point a few nights ago. He pops the cap and settles comfortably in between Bucky's spread legs. Bucky isn't as tight as he would normally be due to Tony's earlier actions, but it still stings when Tony slips three slicked fingers into his ass. It stings and it's rough but that's okay because Bucky wants it like that. He's tired of being the one in control. He wants to be controlled, wants to be dominated, wants to be taken for all he's worth.

Bucky watches intently as Tony works his ass and he has to admit it's somewhat irritating when he notices Tony's watch is still on. It's a thing that Bucky can't explain but when he fucks he wants to do so completely naked of everything, jewelry included. He sighs but doesn't say anything because he's too wrapped up in the way Tony is making him feel. But still, he's asking for rough but he's not exactly getting it. Tony is gentle and skilled and he's been fucking Steve Rogers far too long because he can't get rough.

"Stark," Bucky says because it sounds less formal than using Tony's first name.

Tony's eyes flicker up to meet Bucky's and he nods.

"I said I wanted you to fuck me up."

Tony smirks, his fingers still working at Bucky's ass, and he snorts. Without warning he slips his pinky in alongside his other fingers.

Bucky gasps as the burn radiates through his lower half and he emits a strained whimper. "Oh, fuck."

"I said I wanted you to fuck me up," Tony mocks him in a whiney tone.

Bucky sits up without warning, his foot connecting with Tony's belly and he knocks the older man onto his back. They've fooled around so Bucky knows he isn't hurting Tony when he crawls to straddle him, a bony knee in the center of Tony's thigh. His jaw clenches and he reaches out, slapping Tony across the face.

"Fuck me," he growls, and Tony complies because fuck it's beautiful when Bucky knows what he wants. He shoves Bucky by the shoulder onto the floor and Bucky doesn't even notice the carpet burn on his shin. He's on his hands and knees with enough of Tony's pushing and pulling and Tony's fingers grip Bucky's left hip, blunt fingernails digging into the pale skin they find there.

Tony's other hand finds Bucky's hair and he wraps his fingers in the roots, pulling Bucky's head back and kissing him sloppily. He sucks Bucky's bottom lip between his teeth and chews on it, drawing a whimper from the man beneath him.

"Shit," Bucky whispers because his lip is bleeding when Tony is done. He wants it to hurt, though, but sighs with relief when Tony releases his scalp. He feels a harsh slap on his ass and then the distinct feeling of Tony's thick head probing at his lax entrance.

Tony uses minimal lube because he wants it to hurt and without warning, he sheathes himself onto Bucky with so much force Bucky's body shifts on the carpet. His breath is taken away momentarily, his ass seemingly on fire as Tony begins to thrust. Bucky lets out a choked cry that's more like a gasping breath as he forces himself to adjust. For a minute Bucky thinks about using his safeword but when his fingers find his cock and begin to stroke with Tony's thrusts the want goes away.

Tony's fingertips trail down Bucky's torso, drawing tiny droplets of blood where the nails manage to split the porcelain skin beneath them. Tony steadies himself with a hand resting just below Bucky's navel. It's Tony's favorite place to touch because he can feel the way muscles tense before an orgasm.

Bucky usually has more restraint than he does right now. Maybe it's the fact that his lip is bleeding and the metallic taste sends him into an all new ecstasy, or the fact that Tony is taking him, marking him. Maybe it's because an hour and fifteen minutes of foreplay is too damn long and Bucky's ready to just come. But he's a panting, moaning mess as Tony grunts above him.

"Choke me," Bucky murmurs. His face is pressed shamelessly against the carpet and there's a small trail of drool pooling beneath his open mouth. He's too out of it to care, doesn't even bother to wipe it because if he moves he's afraid his high will go away. Tony complies and Bucky still feels the sting from Tony's nails and the pressure from his fingers. He's sure he'll have marks in the morning and he's perfectly fine with that.

Tony snickers and clambers to his feet, squatting above Bucky with his cock still buried deep inside of the ass beneath him. He hooks his arm around Bucky's neck and pulls back, cutting off Bucky's air supply as he's thrusting relentlessly. He feels Bucky tensing up and stills his hips as Bucky spills onto the carpet with a muffled whimper. Tony presses a kiss to Bucky's sweaty temple before he pulls out and stands up, shoving Bucky back onto the floor.

"Had enough?" he asks mockingly. Bucky's breaths are ragged and raspy and doesn't really think about what's happening until Tony is in front of him, guiding his cock into Bucky's slack mouth. He's too tired to complain and he's still willing so he doesn't complain when Tony abuse his mouth. Tony wishes he could fuck Bucky's throat but Bucky isn't nearly as experienced with deep throating as Steve is so Tony pulls away when he hears Bucky straining not to heave.

Bucky sighs with relief, wiping the back of his hand over his swollen lips. He collapses onto the carpet, completely fucked out, and he seemingly forgets that Tony hasn't gotten off yet.

"You're not finished," Tony grunts. He's on his knees again as reaches down to grab at Bucky's sore hips, his blunt fingernails digging into the soft flesh. He drags Bucky back until he's on his elbows and knees. "I'm gonna fuck you until I'm done." Tony reaches up to slap Bucky's cheek and Bucky whimpers. He's more tired than in pain and he feels Tony's hand at the back of his head, forcing his cheek against the carpet again with a rush of excitement and shame.

Tony's cock slides into Bucky's slack hole and he groans, closing his eyes at Tony moves. He's so blissfully fucked out, the head of his overly sensitive cock scraping against the carpet with every thrust Tony makes. Bucky's halfway out of it when he feels Tony and come with a grunt, stilling for a moment before he grabs Bucky by the elbow and coaxes him onto the bed.

At least fifteen minutes pass before Tony says anything. Bucky's settled on his stomach, still sticky with sweat and his ass so sore, and Tony rests a hand on his shoulder blade.

"You okay?"

Bucky smiles into his pillow and he's glad he isn't facing Tony because his cheeks are flushed. Bucky isn't accustomed to Tony caring so much. It's usually Steve who cares, but it's nice that Tony cares, too, and Bucky knows he does because Tony wants reassurance.

"Sore, but yeah."

"Good," Tony murmurs. He presses a kiss to the back of Bucky's still-moist neck and settles onto his side. He doesn't feel alone like he did the first time Steve left on a trip because he has Bucky now, and that's that and Tony is content with it.

A/N: Okay, so I haven't updated anything in over 2 months. I just got back into the swing of writing stuff so excuse any inconsistencies/awkward sentences/mistakes. Please, please PLEASE drop a line and let me know how I did. I'm really self-conscious about posting because I haven't done so in such a long time.