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Steve stepped out of his cab after paying the driver handsomely, turning his collar up against the wind. He waited until the car was out of sight before he pulled out the cheap Victorian mask he'd bought in order to stay anonymous and headed over to the impressive building to his right, nodding at the bouncer who was blocking the door.
“Invitation?” the man asked, and Steve handed it over, waiting for the guy to wave him through before he walked inside. There was a sign just beyond the door that pointed to the right, with the words Changing Room in bright red letters. On the way, he encountered two women seated behind a table, both wearing stylized bunny masks that didn't hide their bright pink, smiling lips.
“Welcome! Is this your first time?”
“Yes,” Steve said, and one of the women handed him a pamphlet.
“Changing rooms are straight ahead. You can stash your clothes and valuables in one of the safes in there. As per the rules, you need to be wearing your mask at all times. If you want to opt for even more anonymity, feel free to take one of our hoods.” She held out a piece of fabric. “It'll cover your hair, so you'll be even more unrecognizable.”
“Thank you,” Steve said, gladly accepting the hood. The woman grinned, showing off sparkling white teeth.
“Alright, hon, have fun. And don't forget to greet the hosts.”
Steve nodded, walking towards the changing rooms and feeling his pulse pick up speed the closer he got. The room was empty when he got there, so he seized the opportunity to get undressed as quickly as possible, revealing the leather ensemble he was already wearing underneath. The pants were full-length but had a convenient zipper at the crotch that Steve would definitely be making use of sooner rather than later, his cock already pressing a hard outline into the stiff fabric. He'd forgone a shirt, but a harness not unlike the one he wore to carry his shield crossed over his shoulders and formed an enticing X on his back. Steve checked himself out in the full-length mirror on the wall and couldn't help the goosebumps that crawled across his skin at how illicit it all seemed. A part of him couldn't believe he was actually doing this.
But a much bigger part was all but shivering with anticipation.
This party was by invitation only. Steve didn't know much about the hosts, only that they were filthy rich, kinky as hell and bored out of their minds. That was apparently how this whole thing had gotten off the ground in the first place.
He adjusted the mask strap around his head so it covered his face completely before he added the hood that hid his hair and completed the ensemble. Anonymity was key, and while Steve's body was extremely recognizable to anyone who'd ever seen him naked, he could confidently say that not many people in the world had that knowledge. And who would expect Captain America to show up to an adult buffet?
He'd only recently been made aware of the concept and immediately gotten intrigued. An adult party where anyone could have sex with anyone else, unless explicitly denied. He didn't like to advertise it, but Steve had an insanely high sex drive, and being satisfied after only one round was almost never the case. The thought of being able to go all night was incredibly tempting.
Which was why he'd applied for an invitation in the first place.
Apparently there were websites for everything these days, even for organizing massive orgies. He'd had to send in a picture of his ID with his face in the frame, along with several pictures of his naked body. It had taken some courage to hit send on his application, but after consulting with JARVIS to make sure the site wouldn't use his data for nefarious purposes – an awkward but necessary compromise – he'd never regretted it. Especially once he got the invitation to this party.
Steve stepped out of his changing room and into the foyer that seemed to be where all the action was happening. The room was a dimly lit, wide open space full of sprawling benches, mattresses and what looked to be giant pillows. There were nude bodies everywhere, spread out invitingly, propped up against the wall, locked in passionate embrace. Some were wearing fetish gear like him, others were completely naked, and some had on bathrobes or elaborate negligés, watching the action as they sipped their colorful drinks. Looking at it like this, Steve suddenly understood why people called it an adult buffet. The choices were seemingly endless.
He made his way over to the wall that seemed to be designated as a sort of safe zone, where people gathered to sit and watch. Nobody paid him any mind, which was such a welcome change that Steve felt almost giddy with it. Sure, he knew what he looked like, but glancing around the room, he spotted many other men and women in as good a shape as he was. Some even more so than him.
That wasn't what immediately snagged his interest though.
Towards the back of the room was a corner that appeared to be entirely stuffed with foam and pillows, covered by a gigantic, pink sheet. On it was a writhing mass of bodies – seventeen people by his count – that were all clearly having the time of their lives. One of the women was on all fours, taking it from behind as she worked another man's cock with her fist and mouth. Steve watched as she swallowed it down, visibly choking around the tip, and his cock ached in sympathy. God, he wished that were him.
Someone else was laid out on their back, spread-eagled on the edge of the mattress with three people hovering over them, apparently jerking off on their chest. Another woman was getting her breasts fucked as a petite blonde ate her out. But what really drew Steve's attention was the man at the center of it all, who was held upright by the two bodies on either side of him, one fucking him from behind and the other from the front. Steve couldn't tell at this distance if they were both penetrating him or if one of them was simply rubbing off on him, but the thought alone made his heart race, sweat gathering at the base of his neck.
Steve kept watching them, his eyes inexorably drawn to the man's dark hair, the red mask covering his face and the contours of his stocky build –
Which looked very familiar.
At first, Steve thought it had to be a trick of the eye, because there was no way that this could be happening – but Steve knew that body. After months of training together, living together, sharing showers after missions and sparring sessions, not to mention the countless hours that Steve had spent lovingly tracing the contours of that body with his pencil, there was no doubt in his mind that he was seeing this right.
The person getting fucked by two other men was Tony.
It seemed like an impossible coincidence for both of them to be here. The first thing Steve had made sure of when he'd gotten the invitation was that it was far enough away from New York as to allow him some semblance of anonymity. Nobody would ever expect Captain America to show up at an adult buffet in Idaho. Not that Steve really needed that extra precaution, given that most people barely seemed to think that he had sex at all, but he'd just wanted to be careful.
Never in a million years would be have suspected that Tony might be doing the exact same thing. But now that the evidence was staring him right in the face, Steve had a choice to make.
He could leave. Pretend this never happened. Never let it slip that he'd seen Tony in this compromising – and extremely arousing, which he was trying not to think about – position.
Or... Steve could stay. Let Tony see him as well. Tit for tat, just to even out the playing field. Neither of them could reveal this information without implicating themselves. Not that Steve thought that Tony would ever do that, but – it was a convenient excuse.
Because Steve wanted to stay. He could readily admit that he'd always thought Tony was one of the most attractive men he'd ever met. And in his loneliest moments, he may or may not have pictured the possibility of... something. Between them. A habit that was only exacerbated by the fact that Tony kept flirting with him. Always in a playful way, with a healthy dose of plausible deniability, but Steve wasn't born yesterday. He knew when someone was interested in him. Or at least he thought he did.
Hopefully his instincts weren't steering him wrong this time.
Decision made, Steve stood up, making his way over to the giant group of people, his gaze firmly fixed on Tony. He was aware of the multitude of eyes on him, but he ignored all of them, slowly advancing on the threesome in the middle of the action that seemed to be winding down now.
The man at Tony's back was hammering his cock against – into? – Tony at a rapid pace, only a few more thrusts before he suddenly froze, rocking forward one more time before he pulled out, stroking himself with a groan as he came into his condom. Tony barely even reacted, still caught up in the frantic rhythm of the other guy rutting against his front. That was all he was doing, Steve noted with some relief. Not that Steve would ever kinkshame anyone, but double penetration with strangers at an orgy seemed like a recipe for disaster.
One of the women on the bed crawled over to him as he approached, but Steve gently rebuffed her, steering her in the direction of another guy who seemed to be ogling her from behind his mask, already stroking his rather impressive cock. There was something to be said about these invitation-only parties. Everyone was incredibly attractive.
None more so than Tony though.
By the time Steve sat onto the mattress, the man humping Tony's crotch had clearly just finished, still groaning and trembling through the tail end of his orgasm while Tony kept going, squirming underneath the man's weight in a way that reeked of desperation. It wasn't until the man pulled away that Steve realized why that was, his mouth watering at the sight of the cock cage Tony was wearing, made of clear plastic with a golden padlock dangling near his balls. In addition to the cage, there was a black rubber cock ring wrapped around the base of Tony's cock and testicles both, as if to make extra sure that he had no way of coming by accident.
How long had Tony been like this already? His cock was bright red, flushed and so swollen that it was pressing against the sides of the cage in a downright obscene way. Steve wanted to get his mouth on it so badly, to suck Tony off without actually getting him off, because Tony clearly loved to be denied, and god, Steve wanted to drive him absolutely insanewith need –
It was pure chance that Tony looked right at him when he finally raised his head, but Steve still took it as his sign to crawl across the mattress, past the two women going at it to his left, until he was kneeling right next to the guy who was currently disentangling himself from Tony, moving off the bed entirely.
Steve could see the exact moment Tony realized it was him. His red mask remained impassive, but his body gave an obvious twitch before going very still, his hands clenching in the sheets. Steve imagined Tony gaping at him in disbelief and couldn't suppress a smile, despite knowing that Tony wouldn't be able to see it.
The rules of this event stated very clearly that minimal conversation was encouraged, aside from safe words or verbal consent if needed, and Steve was planning to abide by these rules. Tony had to know that Steve was aware of who he was. Acknowledging it might risk tipping this entire encounter into the realm of awkwardness, and Steve was determined not to let it come to that.
He put a hand on Tony's knee to test the waters, curious to see if Tony was going to accept his silent offer. And to his satisfaction, Tony not only didn't pull away – he pressed his knee into the touch, spreading his legs eagerly for Steve. It would have taken a stronger man than Captain America to resist that temptation.
Steve shuffled into the space between Tony's legs so he could get a hand around Tony's cock. The plastic of the cage was hard and unforgiving against his palm, and Steve felt a pang of sympathy at the forlorn noise Tony gurgled through his mask – potentially through a gag? It sure sounded like it. Steve gave him a few strokes, dragging the cage up and down by a mere half inch or so, which had to be even more unsatisfying than simply not touching it at all.
When Tony started groaning and clawing at Steve's arm – not enough to hurt but enough to make his desperation known – Steve decided to show mercy, letting go of his cock to trail his hands lower instead. Tony was still glistening with lube where that other man had fucked him before, and Steve couldn't resist touching the puffy rim, slipping his pointer finger inside just enough to feel Tony try to clench down on the intrusion. He was so loose that Steve could fit in a second and even a third finger with no trouble at all, his cock twitching at the thought of what it would be like to fuck him like this, when he'd already been used by multiple other men.
Someone handed him a condom, and Steve nodded his thanks, unzipping his pants to pull out his dick and deftly slip the condom on. Then he picked Tony up off the bed and spun him around in mid-air until Tony was propped up on his hands and knees. A shocked gasp to his left made him realize that he probably shouldn't have been able to do that so easily by baseline human standards, but Steve couldn't really muster up the energy to care. Not when Tony's hole was right in front of him, twitching and quivering like it was just begging for Steve to fill it up.
He didn't know if it was the heat of the moment or a sudden desire to find out how Tony would react, but Steve raised his hand and brought it down hard on Tony's right asscheek with a loud slapping sound. Tony whined, pushing his ass up like a whore, and Steve felt his cock burn with desire when he did it again, smacking Tony's other cheek this time. Before Tony could get his bearings, Steve lined up his dick and pushed inside, his eyes rolling shut at the smooth glide that sent shocks of pleasure all the way to the tips of his toes. When he spanked Tony again, his hole tightened down around Steve's cock like a vice as Tony moaned, greedily pushing his ass back onto Steve's dick.
They'd garnered an audience at this point, several people on the giant mattress having turned around to watch. Some were jerking off, others were touching each other, one was fucking a petite brunette's mouth with the blank eyes of his mask firmly turned towards Tony. In any other circumstance, Steve would have wanted to have Tony all to himself. But as it was, he almost felt that it was his duty to show Tony off.
He wrapped an arm around Tony's waist to lift him up until they were kneeling chest to back, Steve's cock still firmly lodged inside him. Tony made a choked noise when Steve grabbed hold of the underside of his thighs, hoisting Tony's legs clean off the bed so he could hold him up in mid-air, still wrapped around his cock like an oversized fleshlight.
Tony's breathing rapidly picked up speed, his hands digging into Steve's arms like he was trying to find an anchor. Steve let him struggle for a moment longer, weirdly enjoying the tension he could sense in the room as everyone waited for him to start moving.
The anticipation was its own kind of pleasure.
When Steve finally snapped his hips, he couldn't help the deep-chested groan that punched out of him at the feeling of Tony clenching down on his cock, like he was desperate to keep him inside. Tony sobbed out muffled moans with every thrust, clinging to Steve's arms as if he was going to die if he let go. Steve leaned back a little further for leverage before he started bringing Tony up and down onto his cock to aid his rhythm, fucking Tony so hard that the wet slapping sound of skin on skin almost drowned out the other noises they were making.
A stranger's moan to his left only spurred Steve on to go deeper, faster. He tucked his chin over Tony's shoulder, careful not to let his mask slip as he looked down at Tony's cock, trapped in its cage and bobbing in the air in front of him. He wished he'd had the foresight to take it off, because the thought of Tony coming untouched on his cock was so hot that it made his gut clench with arousal.
Even with the condom on, Tony felt like heaven. Steve had thought he would be much looser than this, given how easily he'd taken Steve's fingers, but Tony cradled him perfectly, giving him a tight sheath to shove his cock into. A part of him wished that he could see Tony's face, watch his mouth drop open around the gag, his eyes hazing over with lust, punch drunk on the pleasure that Steve was giving him –
Somebody came. Steve looked over to see that the guy who'd been staring at Tony earlier was noisily emptying himself in the petite brunette's gorgeous mouth, his hands tangled in her hair. The sight was hot, sure, but Steve only glanced at it for a second before he refocused his attention on Tony, pricking his ears for all of the ruined noises that he was ripping from Tony's throat. It was clear that Tony was enjoying himself, but Steve still wanted to give him more, to make it even better–
He squeezed Tony's legs together, shifting his grip so he could hook one of his arms underneath Tony's thighs and hold him up that way, freeing up his other hand to stroke Tony's cock again. The moan Tony let loose at that would forever be burned into Steve's memory, so raw and desperate that it bordered on pained.
Steve honestly didn't expect Tony to find any release from it, only intending to bring him to the edge and deny him cruelly at the end, since that was what Tony clearly wanted – but to Steve's shock, Tony's breathing was rapidly speeding up, his whole body tensing almost like – almost –
Steve only realized what was happening when Tony squeezed down around his cock and practically screamed into his gag, twitching and shaking through what couldn't be anything other than a dry orgasm. Tony just came, despite the cock cage and rubber band cutting him off – all because of Steve –
His own orgasm caught him completely off guard, rushing up on him so fast that Steve barely managed to get in another handful of thrusts before he was coming hard, groaning as his cock spurted into the condom. Stars sparked in his vision as he clutched Tony tightly against his body, unable to resist the urge to wrap his arms around him and hold on tight as he rode through the waves of bliss crashing through his entire body.
Tony was still shivering in his arms by the time he was done, so Steve set him down gently, pulling out with as much care as possible before he started petting Tony's hair in silent reassurance. It wasn't until Tony went completely limp beneath him that he remembered where he was. Right. Aftercare was supposed to be perfunctory here. Hell, Steve wasn't even supposed to know that this was Tony.
Still, he couldn't resist keeping his hands on Tony long enough to make sure he was okay before he pulled back, tying off the condom and tossing it into the nearby trash can. Someone else's hand was already creeping up his thigh, but Steve gently pushed them away as he climbed off the bed, unable to resist stealing one last backwards glance at Tony. To his surprise, Tony was already looking at him, his mask utterly unreadable, but for a second there, Steve almost thought he caught a glint of light reflecting in Tony's eyes underneath –
The moment broke when another man urged Tony onto his back to take his turn. Tony spread his legs, clearly ready for the next round, and Steve turned away to head back towards the safe zone, leaning against the wall and accepting the glass of water that someone pressed into his hand.
He didn't fuck anyone else that night.
Steve never got hangovers anymore, but some mornings it sure felt like he did. And the morning after his little sexcapade in Idaho was no exception.
He was understandably a little grumpy as he trudged down to the common room kitchen, his head feeling like it was filled with hot air in a way that made his temples throb – only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw Tony already standing at the stove, making breakfast.
“Hey,” Steve said carefully, and Tony turned around just enough to give him a casual smile over his shoulder.
“Hey. Want some eggs?”
“...Sure, if you can spare them. Thanks.” Steve sat down at the kitchen island, watching Tony suspiciously for any sign that he was still sore from last night. But Tony moved with all the nimble grace of a dancer, completely unimpeded in his movements.
Had Steve imagined seeing Tony at the party last night? Fallen victim to wishful thinking? It was possible, but honestly not very likely, given how familiar the guy in the red mask had looked and sounded.
What if he'd been wrong, though? Could Steve really be making it up? Tony looked so goddamn relaxed right now, it was hard to imagine that he'd been on his knees only yesterday, taking cock after cock after –
“So. I got you something.”
Steve blinked, looking up when Tony set down a plate of steaming hot eggs in front of him. Tony had even remembered to sprinkle paprika on them for him, and Steve smiled, his heart doing a silly little flip in his chest at the gesture. “Thanks. It looks great.”
“You're welcome.” Tony reached into his jacket pocket and slid a closed envelope across the table, tucking it halfway underneath Steve's plate. “No pressure. Just think about it.” With that he took his own plate of eggs and headed towards the elevator without a single glance back at Steve.
Interest piqued, Steve picked up the envelope and pulled out the card that lay inside. Printed on it was a formal invitation to an adult buffet in Pennsylvania.
Formal attire. Open bar. Bring your own sex toys.
Steve looked up at the door Tony had just left through, then back down at the card. Well, that cleared up the question of whether or not the man from last night had been Tony. And more than that, Tony apparently wanted to relive the experience.
Steve hadn't really expected anything to come of this. He'd been prepared to mutually ignore that it ever happened, if only to allow Tony to keep up his veneer of plausible deniability. And on the off chance that Tony actually wanted Steve, he'd thought that Tony would simply tell him that instead of beating around the bush. Tony was usually the type to just go for what he wanted.
...So maybe that was exactly what he was doing with this invite?
If Tony didn't want to take the easy way, didn't want Steve to wine and dine him properly – perhaps that was exactly the point. Maybe Tony liked the public display. Maybe he'd enjoyed what Steve had to offer and simply wanted to get a repeat performance out of him.
Or maybe he just didn't want to make it too easy for Steve. Maybe he wanted to be chased. To be caught. To be ravished.
Steve grinned as he pocketed the invite and dug into his perfectly seasoned eggs. So Tony wanted to play cat and mouse?
He was more than happy to oblige.