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It was a typical Friday night in the Morningstar Nightclub and through the haze of lust and cracks of leather, Tony found himself bored. He leaned against the bar, watching Peter work the bar and his clientele mingle and play around the different dimly lit sections of his club. It was only nine o’clock, and the night was nigh with regulars and new arrivals thirsty for their fix. Morningstar was a sanctuary for deviants looking for escapes from their monotonous daily lives and yearning for a way to break free. Of course Tony himself was yearning with the best of them and created Morningstar for exactly that purpose. He was able to live and breathe in the kink community, beyond the fact that he hadn’t found a partner who suited him in years and his daily work mainly revolving around the technical running of the club, negotiations with authority, and managing staff and clientele interactions.

“Tony, the man at the counter wants to do suspension again, but I’ve told him we only vet for that on certain days,” Peter said, looking up at Tony with wide eyes.

Tony sighed. There always was something. People somehow thought that because they could let go in Morningstar and defy social standards elsewhere, that somehow rules didn’t apply in his club.

“I’ll get someone to talk to him, Pete,” Tony told the boy, ruffling his hair before sending him back to the bar. Peter had come to him a year ago, freshly eighteen and just entering the scene asking to bartend at Morningstar. Tony had been reluctant at first, but hadn’t been able to resist his pleading. Besides, he automatically felt protective of the younger and shorter man and this way he could watch out for him and protect him as he moved into this world. Peter was certainly a pretty boy with his golden curls and charming smile. Tony and the bouncers had had to fend off quite a few customers who hadn’t understood boundaries and had promptly been removed and banned. Tony nodded to a bouncer to help Pete with the man insisting that he had so many years of experience tying and Tony’s rules were just a technicality.

“Ooh those two are new,” a voice whispered in Tony’s ear. Tony flinched and batted at his ear.

“Nat, you have to stop doing that, it scares the shit out of me,” he protested.

“You can take it,” she replied. Natasha was as always effortlessly flawless with a bright red lip, perfectly curled red hair, and a devastating silk dress with a harness. Her heels looked sharp enough to kill, though tonight they would probably only be used to subdue an eager sub waiting to worship her.

Tony was not unfamiliar with Natasha’s style of dominance. When Tony had gone long stretches without a fix and his need to go into subspace started itching through his mind, Natasha offered her services. It helped enough, even if it was never quite right or enough.

Natasha looped her arm around Tony’s shoulders and though he yearned to lean into her he resisted. In Morningstar Tony didn’t allow his dominant persona to slip lest people felt they could take advantage of him or his business. So far it hadn’t mattered much anyway with his scenes being private and infrequent.

Finally pulling himself from his thoughts, Tony finally looked to where Natasha had mentioned the newcomers and was unable to look away.

The couple was stunning. Towering over everyone around them were two built men. They were almost like the light and dark, sun and moon. One had sandy hair with a military cut and bright blue eyes. His relaxed white t-shirt did nothing to hide how his muscles shifted as he crossed his arms over his chest. Tony couldn’t help but notice how his worn-in jeans hugged his ass. His partner followed in a moody cloud, his wavy dark brown hair falling across his face and shadowing his eyes. He had on a heavy leather vest and cuffs with sleek silver accents. While he was following the sunshine man, he seemed immovable and felt like a force from half a room away. Tony was automatically entranced, forgetting his nonchalant persona.

“Pretty boy is in love,” Nat teased, watching Tony increasingly puppy-like eyes.

“Fuck off, I’m not,” Tony shook himself, ignoring how his cheeks were heating up. “I couldn’t give a shit about any of these new people. Everyone’s boring anyway.”

“Mmhm, you keep telling yourself that.” Obviously amused but allowing Tony to come to it on his own time, Natasha finally stepped away. “My sub for the night has arrived. I’m going to double check our negotiations and start setting things up.”

She started walking away, paused, and turned back. “Tony, if you need anything tonight or soon let me know.” Her tone was serious, but she wasn’t going to suggest anything more while in Tony’s club.

Tony swallowed and nodded, trying not to seem affected. He did feel that gnawing in his chest to be properly taken down, but had been trying hard to not let it show. But he never could keep anything from Nat.

Across the club at the St. Andrew’s Cross, the moody half of the couple was undressing, his muscles flexing as he stripped his clothing off one by one before neatly folding it beside the cross. His dom watched, casually flexing the leather of a strap in his hands. There was instinctually such a connection between the two, the process rehearsed and silent. These were certainly not strangers or new acquaintances playing, but two forces who had known and grown with each other for a while. Tony found himself fantasizing about who these men could be and who they could be to each other. He tried to resist thinking about what they could be with him. How they could easily overpower him and subdue him. How his brat could be free and full force with the knowledge they would catch him. Maybe with men like this he could be himself.

The still clothed dom instructed his partner to hold onto the handles and lean against the cross before lightly warming him up with his hand on his ass. The other man seemed to relax and lean into the hits. How Tony wished he could feel that himself, the slight sting increasing as his body relaxed into the sensation and the heady headspace he would begin to enter.

Fuck, he had to stop thinking about this. Tony was already finding his mind starting to float, which is not something he could afford here. It’s almost annoying and obviously absurd how much these men were affecting him. Maybe he should be taking Nat up on her offer, just to make this stop making his body ache like this.

The strap cracked down again and again against the sub’s cherry ass. He had finally started exhaling at each blow, not reaching his limit but definitely affected. His sunshine dom had a powerful stance with his feet confidently apart and his shoulders squared. Tony could see his biceps flexing under his cotton shirt each time he pulled back and let go with the strap. It was obvious that the dom was entirely focused on his sub, his reactions, his movements, his exhales. The two were in their own world and entirely in sync.

Sunshine finally broke out of his rhythm to feel the blushing skin of his partner and whisper something in his ear. Seeing how it affected the sub, Tony wished he could hear what he told him. Perhaps how good he’d been or what was to come. The dom stepped aside and took up two heavy floggers. He began to lightly with one and then two make figure eights against the flexing back of his partner. The sub’s upper back slowly bloomed into streaks of pink. At this point Tony had totally lost any sense of the rest of his club, pulled into the world of these two men. He could feel their power, their control, the submission of a man who would never be made to submit, and the ineffable connection between the two. Was Tony being overly dramatic because of how incredibly thirsty he was to taste the warmed, marked skin of the dark-haired sub? Yes, yes he was.

At this point, he was heavily exhaling at each blow with his eyes closed. Tony knew from personal experience that the man was clearly taken under into subspace, sinking into the feeling of calm and belonging to the other, absorbed in the feeling of each impact. Sunshine finally slowed and began rubbing each rosy and purpling part of his sub’s body, whispering to him as he did so. The sub slowly uncurled his fingers from the straps and let his body relax away from the cross. His dom was under his arm immediately, slowly walking him to the recovery area off to the side of the club. The two sat on the couch and the sub curled against his side, eyes barely open and mind obviously drifting.

Tony knew at this point his level of attention on the two was borderline creepy, but he couldn’t help himself. He forced himself to look at Pete for a minute to check in and when he looked back, Tony found two intense blue eyes fixated on him from the couch. It was the sunshine dom, who until this point had been entirely fixed on his partner and the scene. Tony felt his heart rate increase at the intensity of the stare, which only increased when the blonde crooked his finger at him and pointed to the chair beside him.

Who was this man to order Tony about in his own club? The audacity. Didn’t he know that for all intents and purposes Tony was a Dom in his own damn club? Obviously not. Tony supposed he just had to go over to correct the man of the fact.

Tony’s limbs felt oddly heavy awkward walking across the club. Why was it so damn long and why did it feel like he forgot how to walk like a normal person.

“So you’ve been staring at me and my sub,” The blonde stated when Tony was finally a couple feet away. He was relaxed against the back of the couch, arm still around his sub with his feet firmly placed against the ground.

Don’t look at his crotch, Tony.

“Well I am the club owner here, I have to make sure everything is safe. Standard practice,” Tony huffed, despite his level of fascination definitely not being standard practice. He internally cursed his inflamed cheeks and defensively crossed arms.

Sunshine gave Tony a long look, contemplating something. Tony tried very hard not to squirm under his gaze.

“Mmhm,” he said, apparently deciding to drop it for now. “I’m Steve and this is Bucky.”

He reached out his hand and Tony took it. He could feel how Steve’s hand dwarfed his and the tougher skin on his palm. This was the hand that cracked the strap against Bucky’s ass and was gently stroking up his back now.

“Oh um yeah Tony. That’s me,” Tony fumbled.

Bucky started shifting from his trance, pulling out of the deep headspace he had been put under. Tony watched his chest rise and fall as he took a big breath and planted his feet firmly on the ground, not unlike Steve. Tony could see the shift in his posture and expression when he set eyes on Tony. His eyes lit up with interest and his shoulders, chest, and legs broadened from their previous enclosed and relaxed position against Steve. Tony felt almost like a mouse in front of a cat and he wasn’t mad about it. The dude was hot okay?

“Why hello there,” Bucky greeted, reaching out his own hand to shake. Tony shook it like a very normal and chill person.

“Tony here was very interested in our scene, Buck,” Steve informed his partner. “He was watching out for the safety of you and your butt. Of course watching out for informed and continued consent is always important.”

Bucky nodded. “Did you like your view of my ass, Tony?”

“Um yeah your ass is nice. Like in a normal objective way. But like better than average.” Tony decided to shut up then before he fell further down that hole. Not that he was thinking about holes. “Steve’s certainly skilled with floggers.”

“Tell me about it,” Bucky said before stretching out like a contented cat. Tony imagined he could feel the heated flogging marks on his back against the couch. It had been too long since Tony had had his own marks to be reminded of. He wished his own ass could ache against the seat like Bucky’s certainly was.

“I’ve had a good amount of years of practice. On Bucky especially,” Steve said. “So Tony, I know that you own the club, but what are your interests in kink?”

“Um…” Tony was not off to a good start. He was the owner of a kink club and dungeon for fuck’s safe. Nothing about this should be hard and yet in the face of Sunshine and Shadow over here he found it hard to get his usual lie out of his mouth. “I’m into impact, other pain play, rope, d/s dynamics of course.”

“Are you a sub? I can practically smell brat on you,” Bucky retorted.

“No?” Tony couldn’t even believe his own tone. “I’m um a Dom.” Yeah, that was physically hard to force out of his mouth.

Both of the men looked at Tony with identical expressions of disbelief.

Nat of course took that perfect moment to pass by, snorting at his response. She looped her arm around Tony.

“Tony feels like it might reflect badly or be a cause for concern if management hypothetically happened to be a massive subby brat,” Nat told Steve and Bucky conspiratorially.

“Nat!” Tony exclaimed, though honestly relieved. “You can’t just share shit like that.”

Natasha looked entirely unapologetic.

“Language,” Steve murmured under his breath, causing Bucky to snort.

“I could tell you soo many stories,” Natasha added casually.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky asked, leaning forward with intrigue.

“Okay - no more of that,” Tony said hastily.

“I’m a professor of American History. I’m teaching a seminar on the history of subversive sexuality in the United States on Monday night. You should come if you’re interested,” Steve mentioned. “As would be the standard practice for the owner of the Kink Club of course.”

“Uh yeah sure sounds interesting,” Tony responded, trying to ignore the slight dig at his fumble from earlier. He passed his phone over to Steve, relieved he didn’t have to be the one to ask for their number. Steve typed his name and number into Tony’s contacts before handing it back.

“Bucky and I should be getting going, but it was very nice meeting you Tony,” Steve said, pushing himself up from the couch. Bucky followed a second later.

“Try to stay out of trouble,” Bucky told Tony playfully. Tony bristled under the assumption.

“Hope your ass heals quickly,” Tony responded, kicking himself at his weak comeback.

“Oh but it’s so much better to be able to feel it and remember,” Bucky remarked, smiling back. “You wish your ass felt like mine.”

Tony had no real response to that as Bucky was entirely right.

Steve rested his hand on Tony’s shoulder and leaned in.

“I’ll remember that you lied to me,” Steve said like a promise. Tony’s breath caught in his throat.

“You do that, Sunshine,” Tony quipped, pretending like that didn’t go straight to his pants. He watched the two walk out. Right before heading out the door Steve brushed his hand down Bucky’s back and lightly squeezed his ass. Bucky leaned into Steve and then they were gone into the night.

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For the rest of the night Tony was not very present. He went through the motions of greeting patrons and helping Pete manage the bar. He watched Nat explain a shibari tie to a couple in the corner and joked back when she teased him. Nat kept giving him knowing long glances but had since left Tony’s newfound infatuation alone. He still hugged her goodbye and checked in with Peter before sending him home. He walked through each area of Morningstar to make sure everything was in order and everyone was cleared out for the night. Then one by one he turned out the lights, casting it into darkness until another night.

Tony trudged around the side of the club to where a separate entrance was. The streets were quiet this time of night with only the hush of a slight breeze. Tony fiddled with his keys before unlocking the door and making his way up to the second floor. He owned the two stories above the club as well, his own oasis in the bustle of the city and his work for the club. It was here, when he turned on the lamps and the woosh of golden light flooded his space, that he finally processed his night and the two men and the rush of adrenaline he had felt. His breath began to catch in his throat to his irritation. Why on earth should something good throw him off? Why was he so shaken? Feeling unsteady, Tony sat down on his couch and went through the motions of staving off his panic. Breathe in. He felt the soft brush of the maroon fabric along the pads of his fingers, the way his socks were cushioned on the plush of the carpet, and how the lampshade made patterns along the closed shades. Breathe out. He traced the lines of Pepper and Nat in the pictures on his mantel in his mind and reminded himself to deal with the piled up dishes in his sink. He felt the rush of the AC against his legs from under the couch, shielding him from the summer heat just behind the blinds. He imagined how the whisper of Steve’s flogger would feel against his thighs. He envisioned how Bucky would slide his fingers against his scalp, grab his hair, and thrust his head back. He wondered how gravelly their voices would sound when they told him how good of a boy he was being for them. Fuck.

Apparently there is a fine line between being panicked and horny. Tony could feel his heart racing and his head whirling with worry about if they would really want him, if this would go anywhere, if they could really handle all of Tony in all of his states. At the same time, he could feel the blood rushing to his dick and how it throbbed against the seam of his pants. He slowly started palming it through the fabric. Maybe for tonight he could at least try to put the swirl of thoughts aside and just revel in the potential of something new. Revel in the excitement of a fantasy not yet tarnished or complicated.

He slowly unbuttoned his pants, imagining how they would take their time teasing him. Dropping the pants off to the side, Tony started lightly scratching along his inner thighs and watched as the lines turned from white into pink. He curled his fingers into his hair to feel the pull and the stretch of his neck. He whispered his fingers down his chest, tweaking his nipples as he went. He imagined Bucky and Steve would want him to pinch harder and so conceded, squeezing them until he couldn’t anymore. His nipples were sore and red and the pain went straight to his dick. He gasped for air, letting his dick pulse in his pants. He wondered how long Bucky and Steve would tease him and make him beg before they would touch him. How long he would have to be good for them before they would call him a good boy. He wondered how long before he would eagerly spill pleases and sirs out of his mouth. He pinched the tip of his dick a little too roughly before pumping up and down. He gasped, arching his back as he came across his stomach. As he faded out of consciousness it was almost like he could hear two deep voices soothing him and a gentle hand cradling him into sleep.

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Monday night Tony nervously walked up the steps of the academic building, wondering what he should expect from Steve’s lecture, much less from the arrival of the two extremely hot men in his life. 

Steve had sent Tony the address and lecture hall that he was going to be speaking in. Tony had been buzzing all weekend with anticipation, spending an inordinate amount of time in his shop to distract himself and pass the time. He did forget just a little bit to eat and sleep for a few days, but he was used to that and was of course perfectly normal. He knew that Nat and Pepper worried about him and how he sometimes had difficulty remembering to take care of himself when he was stressed or fixated or inspired. He tried to reassure them he was fine, but somehow they always knew when he started to slip back into old habits. 

At the top of the steps he pulled open one of the heavy wooden doors and walked down the long hallway. On the walls were posters of senior final projects and presidents of the college over the years. His footsteps echoed on the polished floors and when he got to the end of the hall he heaved open the lecture doors. Tony was met with dozens of faces staring up at him.

“So nice of you to join us Mr. Stark, please come in.” Steve called from the front of the lecture hall. That shouldn’t have been sexy. And neither should the way those slacks clung to his ass. Tony saluted and plopped down in one of the back rows, waiting to see what Steve had to say about American perverts. If anyone should know, it was the two of them. 

Tony watched Steve take them through time, describing different preventative sex practices, different medical and colloquial understandings of homosexuality, different art works and cultural phenomena. It was all fascinating and detailed and researched, and yet Tony found himself distracted by the way Steve brushed his hair back off his forehead and thumbed his belt loop when he put his hands in his pockets. Steve had a natural commanding presence with a loud clear voice demanding to be heard. Tony found himself lost in the sound of Steve’s voice and the movement of his body, letting time slip away from him. 

“That’s all I have I’m afraid, but thanks for listening,” Steve said, breaking Tony out of his reverie. “I’ll be doing more of these night lectures the rest of the summer and into the fall, so please attend more if you’re as captivated by this subject as I am. My other articles are once again on this last slide if you’d like to read more.”

Steve tapped the board with his pointer stick where the projector was still illuminating a list of Steve’s numerous articles.

Tony held back as Steve’s students and colleagues approached him in a group and then one by one to ask him follow up questions. After about five minutes the last of the crowd had dispersed and Tony made his way up to the front of the classroom where Steve was waiting knowingly. He was leaning back against the desk, one hand in his pocket and the other lightly tapping the pointer stick against the floor. 

“That was really great, very insightful,” Tony told Steve when he was finally in front of him. His gaze kept flicking between Steve’s too bright blue eyes and the - let’s be honest - cane tapping against the ground. 

“Which part did you enjoy the most?” Steve asked.

“I’ve always been a fan of Tom of Finland illustrations,” Tony responded, nervous that he would give away that he had been watching Steve’s ass more than his slides.

“A fan of leather? A man after my own heart,” Steve joked.

“I always think a man looks sexy with tight leather pants and a sculpted ass,” Tony laughed.

“Language,” Steve said. “If you were mine I would soap that language right out of you.”

“Maybe you just want to see my mouth drooling for you,” Tony joked, excited that it already felt like he was playing with fire. 

“You already have consequences coming for lying to Buck and me, you sure you want to add to it?” Steve asked, casually thumbing the end of the pointer stick.

“Well um technically we never agreed to what is or isn’t allowed,” Tony logicked, feeling the thrill of the banter up his spine. 

“Maybe you have to be reminded just how subby and ready to please you are,” Steve mused, “telling everyone how dominant you are while yearning to kneel before someone must take a toll.” 

Steve paused. 

“I can help you remember your place.” Steve walked around Tony once. “But not for your little lie today. If you would like a little reminder on your language though, I would be happy to correct you.”

“Just for saying ass?” Tony protested, unsure why he was fighting what he so wanted. “Ten year olds say ass.”

“It’s up to you.” Steve said before returning to prop himself back against the desk, looking relaxed and mild. He waited as Tony fidgeted.

“I guess. I mean if you want you can,” Tony shrugged. 

“You’ll have to do better than that,” Steve smiled. “How about ‘Yes Steve, please correct me for my naughty language.’”

God, what a fucking trip . Tony’s cheeks burned red with embarrassment at the idea of calling himself naughty, but how could he possibly pass up ripped fucking superman casually leaning against his desk in his slacks and button up offering to beat his ass. 

“Sure Steve, correct me for my language,” Tony muttered to his shoes.

“Mm no, not quite right,” Steve said. He reached out and raised Tony’s head with a finger. “Again. Louder and with the right words this time.”

Tony looked at Steve’s lips in lieu of making eye contact. “Yes Steve, please correct me for my naughty language.”

“Good boy,” Steve praised quietly. He took a step away from the desk. “Please unbutton your pants and bring them down to your knees. Then bend over and reach to the end of the desk for me.”

Tony looked over at Steve, suddenly nervous in spite of his excitement. Steve smiled slightly back at him, calmly waiting for Tony to follow his instruction.

Slowly Tony reached to the top button of his pants and undid them one by one. He felt Steve’s heated eyes on him, watching him comply. Tony now wished he had sexier underwear than his black boxers. He slid his pants down his ass and then his thighs. 

Tony took a few steps toward the desk, feeling his thighs touch the wood, and bent over. His palms slid slowly down the knots and groves of the wood until he could curl his fingers around the far end of the desk.

“Good.” Steve said, placing his hand on Tony’s lower back. His hand was warm, and Tony found himself relaxing. “Now, we’ll use the stoplight system. I know you know it, but to clarify red is stop. We will full stop, I will remove anything from you, I will comfort you, and we will talk about what happened. If you say yellow, we will pause, you will tell me what is wrong or what you need differently and we will stop or adjust accordingly. If you say green then we’re good to go. Sounds good?”

“Yup, sounds about right,” Tony responded awkwardly from over the desk.

“Do you have a safeword you would like to add?” Steve asked. 

“Obadiah,” Tony told him. The vision of that abusive man played over in his head unwillingly. If Steve could tell something was off with Tony’s answer he didn’t comment on it. 

“Okay, Tony,” Steve responded. “I’m going to begin now with warming you up with my hand.” With his left hand still on the small of Tony’s back, Steve began stroking the crest of Tony’s ass with his right.

“Oh and Tony?” Steve added casually. “I only spank naughty boys on their bare bottoms.”

With that he pulled Tony’s underwear to meet his pants and fuck if that didn’t turn Tony on. 

The first smack took Tony by surprise, sounding loudly in the empty lecture hall. He gasped and braced himself for the second one. 

Steve hit the other cheek with equal force. He began hitting one side and then the other methodically up and down from the top of his ass to just above his sit spots. He would wait just enough time for the flash of pain to register and then sink in before allowing the next hit to fall. Then Steve smacked down on his sit spots and damn if that didn’t hurt more than any other hit so far.

“Fuck!” Tony exclaimed, caught off guard.

“Well we clearly haven’t learned our lesson yet, have we?” Steve mused. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to help you with that.”

He hit him hard on the same spot again to make his point and Tony whined slightly, shuffling his feet. Steve then resumed methodically warming the rest of Tony’s ass.

“So Tony, why are we here today?” Steve asked calmly.

“Because you’re thirsty for my ass.” Tony just couldn’t resist.
Steve whacked Tony hard on his untouched back thigh. Tony cried out and pushed up part way from the desk.

“Mm no, wrong answer,” Steve replied and pressed Tony back down onto the desk with his hand. “I want you to stay down on the desk for me and take it.”

Yes, sir . Tony’s mind was already rushing down the drain. 

As the hits slowly built up, so did the heat. Tony found himself sinking into the rhythm of each smack, waiting and releasing his breath at each impact. His body felt tingly all over as his brain started to quiet. He was absorbed in the experience of Steve’s reassuring warm hand on his back and his other warming his ass hotter and hotter. 

“So Tony, do you remember now? Steve asked.

“Hmm?” Tony responded groggily. 

“Why am I here smacking your bottom?”

“Cause I cursed at you and you didna like it,”  Tony murmured with his brain fuzzy. He turned his head and looked back at Steve. Steve looked beautiful above him, firm and gentle.  

“Good boy,” Steve praised, and fuck if that didn’t go straight to Tony’s dick. “You used naughty language not meant for polite boys and now you’re being punished and forgiven. Isn’t that right Tony?”

“Yeahhh, forgiven,” Tony agreed.

“Unless you feel you need a mouth soaping to really wash those dirty words from your mouth?” Steve asked innocently, as if the suggestion was out of genuine concern. 

“No!!” Tony exclaimed adamantly, pushing himself up from the desk in mild alarm.

“Hush, it’s okay, I won’t soap your mouth,” Steve said, firmly pushing Tony back down. “For today,” he added.

Tony was very uncertain why that was hot when the idea of tasting soap was so repulsive. Thoughts for another time when his ass wasn’t getting whaled on. Sorry, bottom.  

“Okay now Tony, I saw you watching my pointer stick earlier when you should have been paying attention. I’m going to give you five strokes down your bottom and then we’ll be done. Color please?”

Tony reached back with a hand and closed his hand around Steve’s hand on his back. Steve squeezed Tony’s hand back with reassurance. 

“Green please,” Tony responded softly, nervous about the strokes but simultaneously hungry for the rush of them and the further headspace he knew he would slip into. 

“Okay, first one now,” Steve warned. He raised the stick above his head and then brought it slashing down. Tony cried out at the flash of pain and the warmth that followed. A thin white then red line bloomed across the center of Tony’s ass.

“Good boy, number two.” 

A second hit came swiftly this time above the first mark. Tony let out a shaky breath but let himself sink into the sensation and prepare for the third. Steve squeezed his hand as if praising him for his submission.

“Number three.” The third came lower than the other two, blazing a symmetrical line right below.

“The last two are going to be on your sit spots,” Steve informed him. “Can you take that for me Tony?”

While the thought frightened Tony, he craved the final release and to please Steve with all he could take for him.

“Yes Steve, I can.”

“Okay, I’m going to do them quickly now,” Steve said. “Relax for me please.”

Tony intentionally relaxed his body and waited for the last two hits.

The first came slashing across the crease of his bottom, a bright red stroke across the sensitive spot where Tony wouldn’t be able to sit without remembering this for the next few days. The second was swift on its tail with a stinging streak right on top of the first. Tony cried out and reached for his bottom, stopping himself right before touching his hot skin. He could feel the heat blazed across from an inch away.

“Shh, it’s okay Tony. Come here,” Steve cooed, gently helping Tony up off the desk and bringing him into a hug. 

Tony could have lived in Steve’s arms forever. He felt encapsulated in his warmth. Steve’s reassurance was like an entity in itself, surrounding Tony with a comfort he had not felt in a long time if ever. He wondered how he could feel so attuned to and comforted by a man he had met not a week before. Steve was broad and like a human furnace with his chin propped up on Tony’s mussed up curls. Tony found his mind floating off to a place where he was not aware of time or his body, only how wonderful he felt in Steve’s reassuring arms.

“Hey now, I’d like you to come back to me, Tony,” a warm voice called.

Tony slowly opened his eyes to find himself curled up in Steve’s lap. They were now behind the desk on the office chair. Tony looked at the clock and realized Steve’s lecture had been over for almost two hours.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Tony startled, sitting upright a bit. “I didn’t mean to pass out a bit.”

“You’re totally fine,” Steve replied, gently pulling Tony back down. “I was content reading papers.” He gestured vaguely to his desk where he had pulled out student papers to grade. “Besides, it seemed like you needed the rest.” That came with a pointed look at Tony.

Tony ran a hand through his hair nervously. “Yeah… anyway thank you.”

Tony finally stood up reluctantly. Steve stayed seated watching him.

“Are you feeling okay Tony?” Steve asked. “That was pretty intense and I want to make sure you’re alright.”

“Oh yeah, that was great,” Tony quirked a smile at Steve, finally feeling his ass with his hands. “Trust me, you are totally good with… ya know.” He gestured vaguely at his ass. 

“Good, well um,” Steve looked nervous for the first time. “Feel free to call or text me any time if you find yourself dropping or just feeling off tonight or tomorrow.”

“Will do captain,” Tony responded with a fake salute. 

“Careful now, if you start calling me captain that might just stick,” Steve warned jokingly.

“Oh no, however would I manage?” Tony played back. He still felt a bit floaty with contentment. 

“You have my number.” Steve finally stood up. “One last hug?”

Tony leaned in, soaking up the affection while he still had it. When they broke apart, the two left the lecture hall finally, passing the projects and exiting the front door. 

On the front steps before they parted, Steve gave Tony’s ass one last playful pat and they both disappeared into the night.