(MCU) Warm-Up

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Title: Warm-Up
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Bruce/Clint/Natasha/Steve/Thor/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Words: 491
Notes: Orgy. For fan_flashworks, prompt "health and fitness".
Summary: Steve apparently has some very interesting ideas about training as a team.



“When you said ‘work on your cardio’, this isn’t what I had in mind,” Tony grunts. He’s not used to being taken by surprise, not when he’s built his reputation as being the most knowledgeable man in every room. Even good surprises like this leave him a little fazed, and hiding behind sardonic pissiness is usually his go-to coping method.

Steve just gives him this amused little smirk that makes something in Tony’s chest flip over, and he wasn’t actually aware he could get harder than he already is, but that expression does it.

He wants to blame it on all the time Steve’s been spending with Natasha, mostly because the idea of her corrupting Captain America is really hot. But it’s not true, he knows it isn’t, because Steve might be naïve about certain things but he’s already proven he’s definitely not the boy scout Tony and the rest of the world were led to believe.

Which is why Tony’s currently in a pile of half-naked Avengers, and this isn’t how he planned to spend his Tuesday night but, hey, he’s adaptable.

Oh, that’s Bruce’s palm, broad and solid, rubbing Tony’s shoulder reassuringly. And that’s just embarrassing, that Steve got Bruce to come and play, even with all of Bruce’s skittishness about unleashing the Hulk, but Tony’s the one who’s hesitating.

Well, that just won’t do, and Tony pushes up on to his knees, gets his hand in Steve’s hair and kisses that come-fuck-me smirk off his lips.

With everyone convinced, things move pretty quickly, which suits Tony just fine. Any remaining clothes are soon gone, and he winds up with Clint in his lap, his teeth at Clint’s shoulder. Bruce is pressed up against Tony’s back, kissing Clint in this fantastically dirty way, and Tony can feel them grinding against him from either side. Clint’s cock leaking on Tony’s abs, Bruce rubbing his against the small of Tony’s back, and he wants to squirm, wants to feel the drag of it down the cleft of his ass, but that would mean surrendering his grip on Clint’s hips.

He’s kind of curious to see if Clint can come from just that, but they’re interrupted by Thor, and when the God of Thunder decides he wants to eat somebody’s ass out, Tony’s pretty sure it counts as heresy to refuse. He winds up on his knees, hands braced against Natasha’s thighs and ass in the air. Feeling Thor growl against his ass as his tongue pushes in, feeling his own groan buzz against Natasha’s cunt, his face between her legs and her hands gripping his hair as she rides his mouth.

It’s Steve’s unmistakably wide hands that reach beneath him, that start stroking Tony’s cock with this maddeningly sweet pace that makes Tony feel like he’s losing his mind.

Tony’s not usually one for team work-outs, but if Cap’s in charge of the exercise regime Tony must just become a convert.