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Sweat beaded over Scott’s forehead, his mind drawing a complete blank as he pushed up higher on his knees, lowering his head down to the pillow that Steve had positioned beneath him on the pile of blankets centered in Steve’s studio. The only light coming into the room was from the moon beyond the floor to wall window, drawing in cool hues of the night kissing over Scott’s bare flesh and revealing the pattern of scars that he often fought to keep hidden from the eyes of the others. They marked the truth in his struggles, revealed the pattern of mistakes he’d made, the proof of the pain he’d endured at the hands of monsters looking to control his life and shape him to their command. Each one told a story that Scott fought to keep under wraps, distanced from the world around him, but not here. Here he felt safe and warm, surrounded by the steady hand of his lover, gently working two fingers into his opening, wanting to bring Scott to a more pliable state, free from all the struggles of the team, distanced from his troubles at the school and away from a world that would just as soon destroy him. Here he was safe and free, untouched by the horrors of his past, no longer marked by his sins as in his time with his one-time Avenger rival, he’d discovered a new freedom. One that he hadn’t taken for granted in his attempts to flee from the demons haunting his mind, pushing their way into his brain and stealing his inner peace.
For so long Scott’s inner demons consumed him. They kept him at a distance from the world around him where Scott pulled his deepest, darkest thoughts into a domain of lockboxes and secret suffering, isolated and longing for something Scott feared would continually be out of his reach before Steve pushed his way into Scott’s world, nudging Scott past his rigid control to a place where he could finally let go, open to exploration and waiting behind an anticipatory breath for Steve to take him to the places he’d been too afraid to go before they’d found their way together.
In the center of Steve’s loft, Scott knew he was safe, wrapped up in a world where the two had come together pushing past the team animosity to explore each other’s hunger and needs, working together to find a middle ground that allowed them to let go of all the illusions the world carried about them to simply be free to explore and feel.
And feel Scott did. In ways that often left him shattered and sobbing, grateful for the escape from the misery inside his head, no longer searching for answers that were just beyond his reach.
Tonight was no different as Steve had invited Scott to dinner, marking their third official outing together not under the ruse of cross-team bonding nights where they weren’t quite ready to call it a date, yet they both knew that there would be plenty of kisses and sex involved. Something, that if Scott was honest with himself, he’d been looking quite forward to and needing after the miserable week he’d had back home when everything felt like it was closing in on him. He’d been fueled by so many troubles after a long week, weighed down by their grip on his reality, but the moment he’d stepped into Steve’s studio they were lost, replaced by the warmth of Steve’s embrace and soft kisses before the two shared a quiet meal together and shared a few laughs along the way.
The night had progressed as Scott had anticipated with the two coming together in a dance in front of the window that Scott now was suspended in front of, bound by restraints he’d agreed to have Steve put upon him where the knots in the rope weren’t too tight, yet they were certain to leave their mark. To imprint the memory of Steve upon Scott’s flesh and take away memory of the pain the other scars had left there in passing. This wasn’t about pain, but rather pleasure that was now pouring out across Scott’s every neuron spilling the luscious wave of desire rolling across his flesh into his heavy cock, bound by the leather around his base keeping him in a state of discomfort and longing, drinking up every teasing touch Steve offered.
Scott’s eyes were blindfolded per his request, keeping him lost in sensation as he thought of the toy Steve had surprised him with tonight. Something a bit different and new, entirely out of Scott Summers’ safety net, but something he’d been curious enough to discuss with his lover on the off chance that perhaps Steve would be intrigued by the exploration as well. Much to Scott’s delight Steve had been more than willing to test the waters beyond their bondage play, opening the door to the new thrills Scott was certain he’d come to experience with Steve’s slick finger slipping out of his relaxed opening and working to bring Scott to a new curiosity.
“You still doing good?” Steve questioned gently reaching out with one hand to pet the top of Scott’s head, taking his time to gauge Scott’s responses before Scott was biting down on his bottom lip and nodding.
“I’m good,” Scott promised behind a nod, pushing his ass out further and struggling against the ropes that held him in position, wanting to be sure he was open enough for what they’d been planning together.
“I’m glad to hear it doll,” Steve’s pleased response caused Scott’s cheeks to flush. His body jolted with awareness, but it wasn’t until he felt the quick peck of Steve’s lips over his cheek that he truly felt complete, “Just try to relax and let’s see what fun we can have with this.”
“Okay,” Scott answered almost foolishly, feeling suddenly timid in knowing that this wasn’t like anything they’d done before, but he was willing to grow and learn, to discover the pleasures that had been locked away before he’d been brave enough to enter this new exploration.
“Good boy,” Steve whispered against the back of Scott’s ear, reaching up to push his dark hair from his eyes again before Steve was moving in behind Scott, massaging his bottom again and offering up a tender, doting touch knowing that this first would be one beyond anything they’d tried together thus far, “if you change your mind at any time…”
“I won’t,” Scott promised as his breath hitched with excitement. His body jerked with anticipation, swinging forward ever so slightly before he could feel Steve reaching for his hands, tied expertly over the dip in Scott’s spine, bound together by a knot in ways that had left Scott twisted up for Steve’s ravenous gaze, suspended for pleasure as Steve had taken the time to bring out his sketch pad to commemorate their evening together.
Not that Scott minded as he’d always enjoyed the way Steve wanted to draw him, catching that part of Scott that Scott, himself, hadn’t seen at times. Now, however, Scott knew he was offering up a different muse for the evening, bringing them from their earlier experiences to one where Steve was gently loosening the knot around Scott’s wrist to release Scott’s hands, now tingling after having been positioned in the same place for very long. However, before Scott could alert Steve to the tingling sensation, Steve was working his artist fingers over Scott’s sore wrists, rubbing gently in a tender massage, marked by kisses and soft flicks of Steve’s tongue working to soothe Scott’s aching flesh until finally Steve was seated on his legs behind Scott positioning Scott’s hands on each side of his bottom, curling Scott’s fingers to grip at each cheek before Steve released him again.
“I want you to help me with this,” Steve explained from a distance, popping open the top of the lubricant bottle before allowing Scott the opportunity to take instruction for their night of pleasure, “Open yourself up to me so that I can give you what you need tonight.”
Silently Scott pushed his fingers towards his opening, remembering the ways that Steve had worked to prepare him for their latest adventure, but before Scott could touch his vulnerable flesh, Steve was reaching for Scott’s hands again and pushing them back into the position he’d placed them in.
“Not like that,” Steve explained leaning in to kiss the dip of Scott’s spine, “I want you to hold yourself open while I fill you. Let me do all the work while you open yourself up for me just like this. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” Scott’s voice sounded snakelike in the hiss that followed.
It didn’t take long before his mind was clouding over by the memory of the way he and Steve had gone earlier in the week through a stroll into the city, making their way into an adult toy shop where Scott had almost feared they would be recognized and pointed out together despite them being out of uniform and dressed like every other New Yorker. When they hadn’t been, he and Steve had selected a few toys together starting with the bondage ropes that Scott was suspended in, then the leather cockring that fit Scott oh so snugly and then finally the one toy that sparked Scott’s curiosity past the point of letting go. Even now his breath caught in his throat he remembered the trio of black, rounded balls on the string, serving as something new and different than what he’d been used to, yet they were a curiosity that hadn’t escaped him. It was etched so deeply in his system that Steve had agreed to buy them and save them for this night, for their time together with Scott bent forward, slick and relaxed enough for Steve to reach for the toy and discover what it was about them that made them so special.
“I hope you like this,” Steve’s voice was gentle, his words serving as a reminder that Steve was always about finding things that Scott liked, working only to heighten Scott’s pleasure as Steve took direction on what it was Scott needed in their time together.
“Me too,” Scott replied hearing the clink of the balls together, no doubt in Steve’s hands as the squirt from the bottle indicated that the time had happened upon them.
Swallowing down a breath, Scott fought to clear his mind, to focus on the way he listened to the sounds of Steve preparing his latest toy, working the lubricant over them before Steve’s slick fingers were once again inside of Scott, curving inward at just the right angle to cause Scott to shift and moan, rocking back onto Steve’s probing touch with a heightened awareness. It all felt wonderful, too good to stop as he soaked it all in, but he knew that this wasn’t where they were meant to go. This was only the beginning as Scott felt Steve’s fingers slip out of his opening, leading Scott to prepare himself for the first press of the hard, rounded ball at his opening, slick and cool against his heated flesh offering up the first taste of what it was that they were hoping to explore together.
“Easy now,” Steve’s other hand was suddenly around Scott’s abdomen, rubbing at his soft smooth skin, encouraging Scott to breathe easy in Steve’s light, gentle massage. It was a slow building comfort, one that Scott took to appreciating as the rounded ball at his opening was met by resistance in ways he hadn’t been prepared for.
It wasn’t entirely unpleasant as the ball in itself was the smallest of the trio. Nothing too big as he’d had larger in Steve, yet somehow it stubbornly nudged against Scott’s opening, awaiting that moment when Scott’s tightened rim would invite it within and offer Scott a taste of pleasures yet to come. For a moment he’d wondered if his body was fighting the curiosity, unwilling to accept this new experience, but just as soon as he feared it was going to be problematic, the ball was met by a nudge of Steve’s fingers, suddenly being swallowed by Scott’s opening in ways that caused his back to arch and his lips to part in a moan.
“You like that?” Steve questioned leaning forward to nip at Scott’s earlobe and pull another sound from his lips.
“Yes,” Scott nodded smacking his lips together and focusing on the sensation of being filled. It wasn’t too much, barely much more than a fleeting awareness of knowing it was inside of him, reaching Scott in ways that he’d taken other toys before. Sure, it felt slightly different, but not truly uncomfortable as he adjusted and felt Steve’s fingers at his opening again, gently pushing the second ball against his body.
This time Scott was even more aware of what was happening, making a sound when the lubricated ball felt wider than the last serving to remind Scott about the string he and Steve had settled in upon together, promising to offer pleasures to the recipient in ways that Scott had been eager to explore. Not that Scott hadn’t taken his time researching, but when it came down to selecting he’d let Steve be his guide opening the door to something simple where the balls were increasingly larger, offering up different sensation that now Scott was beginning to decipher between with one ball inside of him and the other coaxing him to open wider than before, surrounded by sensation in ways that had his cock leaking faster than before onto the blanket beneath him, no doubt making a mess of Steve’s studio in his urgency.
“Breathe Scott,” Steve instructed rubbing his abdomen again only for a few passing seconds before his gripping fingers were over Scott’s cock, using the same massaging sensation to ease Scott’s body into accepting the second ball, sliding in deeper and bringing with the movement the roll of the first entering another part of Scott that had him moaning and rocking gently into Steve’s palm, “Feel good?”
“Very good,” Scott managed to get out, unable to ignore the way it felt to experience the motion inside of him knowing that they were already two thirds of the way there. It was different than anything they’d done before, yet somehow it felt right, leaving Scott to experiment with the squeeze of his bottom and the roll of his hips, catching the way the movement felt inside of him with his hands still gripped on his bottom opening it widely.
“Good boy,” Steve said the words again that made Scott blush all over, wanting to be appreciated and doted on by his new lover, who was always quick to say how proud of Scott he was. The words were accompanied by a few more sweeping strokes over Scott’s cock, drawing out his awareness until Steve was releasing him again and tugging gently on the string attached to the balls, drawing them back towards Scott opening in ways that had Scott sounding out in the studio.
“Fuck,” Scott cursed losing himself to the sensation, wanting to drown in it before Steve was kissing his spine again, rubbing one hand over Scott’s inner thigh and bringing Scott to a deeper awareness of what was happening with the tug of the string, rolling the balls around inside of Scott, almost tickling inside his body as the movement had him fighting to stay focused, so caught up in sensation that he couldn’t compare it to anything else.
“One more,” Steve reminded him after a round of teasing, leading Scott to remember the final ball, significantly wider than the first, round and no doubt glistening in lubricant, far wider than most of the toys that Scott had played with up until this point, yet Steve had assured Scott that it would feel good.
So good that Scott would wonder why they hadn’t tried it earlier and really with that kind of endorsement, who was Scott to argue it? He’d been ready to experience the right. All in on the pleasures his boyfriend could provide him, but somehow when he felt the rounded bead at his closed opening, he realized that it wouldn’t be as easy as the last. Caught up in the memory of its size, Scott bit down hard on his bottom lip, willing his body to be cooperative, but he was still holding out, still fearful of what could be in the not knowing, yet somehow in all his concerns he hadn’t considered Steve taking another approach.
Within seconds Steve was no longer attempting to insert the third ball, but rather tugging on the base of the beads, drawing it back gently and pulling the two within Scott back towards his opening in a movement that had Scott cursing under his breath and moaning, fighting to squeeze against the retreating balls to keep feeling what was happening inside of him. More than anything he wanted to get lost in it, to discover all the secrets the pleasure filled toys provided, but nothing had him ready for the way it felt as the second ball was pushing at his opening from the inside, working with Steve’s patient fingers to ease out of Scott’s body at an agonizingly slow pace, drawing out every heightened sensation spun to life in every single nerve ending that Scott hadn’t ever really considered. It felt like heaven and hell, wonderfully delicious and somehow leaving him greedily wanting to swallow it back in, to take it into him all over again and keep that fullness against Steve’s gentle pull. So caught up in it all, Scott pushed back with a whine, catching his breath in the back of his throat when the ball finally pushed out of his body in a low sounding pop bringing the first one closer to the same retreat.
“Please,” Scott begged when Steve eased up on his grip on the base, shifting directions and offering Scott another tease with the ball returning to his body again, now eager and waiting, greedily anticipating taking it in before things suddenly felt far more intimate, too intense to lose sight of in their play time together.
Together they explored the possibilities, savoring the movement inside of Scott until after a while Scott was begging for more, ready to face the idea of claiming his toy completely after Steve had taken his time, slowly inserting the final ball and causing Scott’s lips to smack together, struggling to stifle his moans and bite back on his hunger when the impossible stretch accompanied by his body welcoming it in had almost caused him to come undone. If it hadn’t been for the cock ring he was certain he would’ve, but he’d held back, fighting to keep control on his restraint before Steve was doing wicked things with the toy itself bringing the beads to motion inside of Scott before his hand was once again on Scott’s arousal, jerking Scott off in time with his movements, mercilessly bringing about the slow tortures of the unknown into Scott’s curious body.
“Steve,” Scott moaned his lover’s name pushing back and finding himself so focused on sensation, wanting to etch every second of it into his mind until a short while later his thoughts were so clouded and far from his troubles back home. Instead, he was overwhelmed by sensation, experimenting with movements against the beads inside of him before he was begging for more, pleading for Steve to give him everything. He was soon rewarded with his lover’s cock between his lips, pushing down Scott’s throat to taste Steve’s arousal and feel the hunger of the man who’d worked to bring Scott’s fantasy to life in ways he was certain he’d never forget.
For hours they played together, sharing in something amazing until after a deliciously beautiful experimental session with the toy, Steve had carefully extracted them from Scott’s body, replacing them with his thick, ready cock before his hands were positioned at Scott’s hips, gripping firmly and urging Scott to share what he wanted through their time together.
“Everything! I want everything,” Scott confessed unafraid and unashamed captive to Steve’s hunger while devouring the power Steve offered him intermingled with his own, knowing that their time together was something Scott couldn’t find it in him to live without.
Steve was everything. Scott’s new beginning in so many wonderful ways.
A beautiful gift to his life that he wouldn’t dare forget.
Long after their passion had reached an explosive conclusion, Scott was still buzzing from the high they’d found in each other. Hours beyond that moment when Steve had worked to clean Scott up and remove his restraints, Scott found that he’d been at complete ease, out of his head and lost in the comfort of Steve’s strong, powerful chest knowing that everything he’d ever wanted and needed was his for the taking with his caring, compassionate lover ready to ease Scott into a world of desire in ways he’d always been too afraid to admit that he’d wanted, yet somehow Steve made it easy. Much like he did with everything else they’d shared, Steve made Scott feel protected and safe, able to let go and simply feel in ways that his life hadn’t allowed. In places where he’d once told himself he had to keep his guard up, but now lost in the arms of the man who’d turned his world around, Scott knew full well that nothing would feel better than he did in Steve Rogers’ loving embrace.