Are You Two pt 6
"Are you actually going to let me out of here sometime tonight?" Clint asked hopefully when Bucky came back from the bathroom. He'd been stranded there, tied to the bedpost, watching avidly as Skye played with herself, and damn if she wasn't a clever little tease, whispering his name a few times as she slid her fingers in and out of herself.
"What do you think, Skye, should we let him out?" Bucky moved to stand behind him, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses across the line of Clint's broad shoulders.
"I have a better idea," Skye said after thinking about it for a moment, watching them because they were just so damn beautiful together. Watching Bucky's hands, one flesh, one metal, ghost down over Clint's stomach and chest, deftly avoiding his cock, making Clint moan with want.
"Oh, shit," Clint said, at the same moment as Bucky said;
"Yeah? Do share, doll."
Skye got up to her hands and knees, wondering briefly just when she'd lost all her inhibitions around the two men. But then, they were her soulmates; they'd never judge her for her needs, her desires, because more than likely they shared them. She crawled across the bed towards Clint. He watched her come, small needy sounds escaping his lips as Bucky touched him gently, just occasionally flicking light fingers over his tight, swollen balls but never touching his aching arousal.
"Here," Skye fed Clint her fingers to keep him busy while she leaned in and said to Bucky, "I want to tie him down on the bed and ride him like a bucking bronc."
Clint let out a frantic moan around her fingers, which he'd been licking hungrily. "Oh God yes, yes please, please let her do that Buck."
"Look at that," Bucky marvelled, "it took me two whole days to figure out how to make him beg, and you've managed it in a couple of hours."
"Please," Clint shuddered, his cock jumping.
"You're not going to struggle when I unfasten this, are you?" Bucky pulled on the bonds securing Clint to the bedpost.
"Not if you promise to tie me down so Skye can ride me," Clint responded instantly. "Damn, it's a shame I forgot my cowboy hat."
"I'll bring mine, and my cowboy boots next time," Skye cheeked him, and was rewarded with another frantic moan.
"Easy now," a tight grip of Bucky's metal hand around the base of his cock helped Clint steady and pull back from the brink – a little, anyway. And then Bucky was untying him, telling Skye to move around the other side of the bed, and between the two of them they tied him down with one of the robe belts around each wrist, the other ends tied to the bed posts so his arms were spread wide.
"Look at him," Bucky whispered in Skye's ear as they both moved back to admire their handiwork. "Isn't he beautiful?"
Skye couldn't help but nod. Clint tied down like that, his cock stiffly at attention, chest and arm muscles sharply defined by the pose, was maybe the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. He watched her, licking his lips eagerly, his blue eyes shining.
"Come ride me," he invited, his voice low and needy. "Want to feel you sink down on me."
"Is he talking to you or me?" Skye glanced up at Bucky a little uncertainly, and Bucky laughed.
"You, beautiful girl. He'd settle for me, but we both know right now he wants you, hmm?"
"Yes," Clint agreed, "Skye. Want Skye on me." He didn't seem to be able to form whole sentences right now. He'd never been so hard, so wanting, in his life.
"Go give him your pretty breasts to play with for a moment while I get him dressed," Bucky caressed Skye's breasts briefly before lifting her onto the bed.
Dressed? Oh. Skye watched as Bucky reached for the paper bag again. "I had thought you were being optimistic," she turned back to Clint, "But knowing now what Bucky's like, I can only applaud your forethought."
He grinned hungrily at her. "Think we can wear him out between us?"
"We could certainly give it a damn good try," Skye decided, crawling up over Clint, sitting on his stomach. His erect cock jabbed at her ass as she leaned over to kiss him.
"Want your breasts in my mouth," he muttered when she raised her head. "Please."
"You beg surprisingly well for someone who likes to toss around orders," Skye murmured, raising herself up and putting her hands on the wall behind Clint's head, leaning in for him to grab at one plump nipple with his lips. He didn't bother replying, just used the edge of his teeth before sucking hard and making her twitch and moan.
Her wet little pussy was rubbing on the flat muscles of his stomach as he drew hard on her nipple. Clint was absolutely frantic to be inside Skye… and then he felt Bucky's hands on his cock, stroking around his balls, rolling the rubber down on him. He hummed his appreciation around Skye's nipple in his mouth.
"There we go, he's ready for you," Bucky murmured, pulling Skye back. Her nipple slid from Clint's mouth with a wet pop and she moaned a little with the loss. "It's all right, I'll take care of them in a minute," Bucky said with a soft laugh. "You wanted this, remember?"
"Mm," it took Skye a moment to remember what Bucky was talking about – damn but Clint was good with his mouth – and then Bucky was guiding them together, one hand around Clint's cock holding it at just the right angle, the other guiding Skye down on it. Once she had the head of Clint's cock securely seated Bucky moved, kneeling between Clint's parted knees, upright behind Skye, hands over her breasts.
"That's it," Bucky whispered in her ear, teasing her nipples, tugging them firmly in his fingers, as Skye sank slowly down on Clint. He felt even thicker, even harder than when he'd taken her earlier, his hips surging up to meet her as he gave a low cry of ecstasy.
Skye felt amazing, tight and wet as she came down on Clint, taking his cock slowly, sleek muscles rippling lightly as she took him still deeper. Clint couldn't take his eyes off her, off both of them, Bucky watching over Skye's shoulder, his deep blue eyes wicked enough that Clint knew this wasn't all he had planned.
"She ain't ready," Clint choked out to Bucky, thinking that Bucky was planning to take Skye's ass. They needed to do more, stretch her, get her enjoying other things there before either of them tried to fuck her ass. They were both too big, they'd hurt her; and certainly the first time couldn't be while one of them was inside her pussy. They'd rip her apart.
"You are, though," and Bucky moved, edging his knees under Clint's thighs, levering him up. The tip of his cock probed at Clint's ass, and Clint realised Bucky had put a condom on himself and coated it thoroughly with lube at some point.
"Oh, you bastard."
"Keep fucking him, Skye," Bucky said as Skye looked back to see what he was doing, feeling Bucky's movements lifting Clint's hips higher against her. She grinned.
"So we're both gonna fuck him?"
"Think he'll like it?" Bucky sank in an inch, and Clint let out a small, girlish scream he wanted to hate himself for, but totally didn't care.
"We could test his reactions and find out?"
"And it's about time you came as well, sweet girl," Bucky nibbled at her shoulder as he pressed deeper, pulled her back against him so she was almost sitting in his lap. "Can't get there just yet?"
"It feels wonderful but I probably can't," Skye admitted. "Twice in one night is almost certainly it for me."
"Oh well that would be a shame. And I think you might be wrong." His hands left her breasts, reaching for something even as he sank deeper into Clint and Skye felt Clint thicken and lengthen yet again inside her. And then his hands were back, cool metal on her stomach moving down until his fingers framed her clit, warm lube-soaked fingers slipping in between them to probe at her ass.
"Buck," Clint gasped, hips jerking frantically. "Please."
A firm thumb at the base of his cock helped him hold on a minute longer, because he could see what Buck was doing to Skye, and he was just as determined as Bucky that she should come with them again.
Skye had no idea how to move. Down on Clint's cock, forward against the cool metal fingers scissoring over her clit, or back into the two firm fingers pressing into her ass. All of it felt amazing, and then she almost yowled as Bucky added a third finger.
"That's it, baby," Bucky whispered, his lips warm and wet against her throat. "He can feel you, and so can I – every time you clench on him, he clenches on me – and your ass is clenching on my fingers, too."
Skye moaned, aroused even further by Bucky's words, by the cool metal he was working over her clit, by the feel of Clint thrusting deep inside her. "Bucky," she managed to choke out. "Bucky – please."
"Now, Clint," Bucky ordered, and Clint went crazy, jerking his hips hard, slamming into Skye as Bucky increased pressure with both his hands, letting Clint's movements jolt his fingers in and out of Skye's ass.
He was coming, he was coming, oh God he couldn't stop, not when every movement of his hips either shoved him up deep into Skye or down onto Bucky's rigid cock. Clint's muscles tightened and he clenched his fists, unaware that he was pulling so hard on the knotted cords holding him the fabric was starting to rip. Or that his arm and chest muscles were standing out in such sharp relief both Skye and Bucky were staring in awe.
"AAAAHHH!"
Clint let out a scream of pure visceral ecstasy, and Skye felt him swell unbelievably a little further again before heat suddenly flooded inside her. Bucky jolted his fingers hard into her ass, moved cold metal a little quicker over her clit, and oh, there… she whimpered, her head falling back against Bucky's shoulder as the wave of heat flashed through her. Trembling, lips parted, she shuddered as the climax rolled on and on. Dimly, she registered Bucky's desperate groan behind her, felt his hips jerk hard several times, and then he gasped out;
"Yes, oh God, yes," as he came yet again, spilling deep into Clint's ass.
Skye collapsed onto Clint's chest, feeling herself almost immediately stick to him with the sweat on them both, but she couldn't remotely begin to care. He pressed gentle kisses to her brow, and then growled,
"Buck, let me out of here."
Bucky's hands were shaking as he eased out of Clint and reached to unfasten the cords, watching as Clint immediately folded one arm around Skye and then reached the other out to him. Curling close, he put his head on Clint's shoulder, kissing Skye's sweaty forehead as well.
"I really like being your personal fucktoy," Clint confessed after they'd lain in a sweaty, panting tangle for several minutes.
"We hadn't noticed," Bucky said dryly, making Skye giggle and Clint convulse.
"Christ, sugar!" He let out an almost pitiful groan, easing her off him. "I know I said I wanted to feel you laugh while you were riding my cock, but you already drained me dry!"
Skye would have just flopped down to the mattress and passed out, but Clint and Bucky weren't having any of it, tucking her in between them and taking turns to cuddle her while they visited the bathroom. Clint even brought back a dampened washcloth and wiped her down gently, and she was too flaked out and lethargic to care. She drifted off to sleep tucked in between two thickly muscled male bodies, gentle hands caressing her, low voices whispering soft words she was too exhausted to register the meaning of.
"What a girl," Clint murmured, feeling the ecstatic lethargy in every muscle of his own body. He pressed his face into Skye's hair for a moment, inhaling the scent, and then looked up at Bucky, grinning. "What a guy."
"Right back atcha," Bucky said softly, reaching over Skye to stroke Clint's shoulder. "Love you both. Always."
"You too," Clint's eyes drifted closed, and he pressed in closer to Skye, his arm across her waist, his hand on Bucky's stomach. "Always," he murmured, his lips in Skye's hair.
Bucky watched them both sleep. Even he was tired, though. How many times had he come tonight? He'd lost count. At least that last time he'd been able to hold out long enough for both Clint and Skye to find their release first.
It was dark in the room, but Bucky didn't need light for what he had to do. Carefully, he moved his hand from Skye's hip, raised it to his opposite shoulder and eased open a panel. Very quietly, he flipped up every single one of the tiny switches in the row there before closing the panel again.
There. Now he couldn't do too much damage if he woke from a nightmare. He'd have to drag the dead weight of his arm around too, which would enable Clint to overpower him without too much trouble if he couldn't snap out of it. He'd never forgive himself if he ever hurt either of his soulmates by accident. Gently, Bucky put his hand back on Skye's hip and closed his eyes, letting the slow breathing of his sleeping soulmates lull him into slumber as well.
I think Bucky disabling his arm so he couldn't hurt Clint or Skye is the most heartwrenching thing I've ever written. And I can't believe it managed to sneak its way into this huge pile of porn, but then they're human after all… mostly!
I could finish this here, or there could be further porn… this is NOT going to turn into yet another enormous plot monster, though. What would you like to see, more porn yay or nay?