long overdue

[watchesthewatchers]

It's Ricki's little ramshackle apartment, but there Peter is one morning, perched on the loveseat, reading a file, waiting for Bruce Wayne to arrive.

He has a gun, but tucked out of sight, not on his person. Just in case.

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[profiteering]

Tony relaxes in that way he has that only Bruce gets to see.

"I want to wear my collar. I think I'll be calmer if I've got that. God knows Peter and Wayne need a little calm right now from me."

[zen_en_vert]

"Agreed."

Says Bruce.

"And when you're showering, if Peter's not with you, you'll do it on your knees. Understood?"

[profiteering]

He looks at him, submitting gratefully. He'd go down on his knees right now if he didn't have his own pet to look after.

"Yes, sir. Can I use your soap?"

[zen_en_vert]

"I'd like that, clever thing."

Kissing his forehead.

"Are you wound up still, or about ready for bed?"

[profiteering]

"Put my collar on. Then I'll sleep."

He decides, pulling Bruce away to his bedroom. He picks up the collar and hands it to Bruce to put around his neck.

[zen_en_vert]

"You have permission to unlock this in case of emergencies."

Kissing his temple.

"Whatever that means to you. Press, personal, anything like that. Other than in an urgent situation, you're to keep it on until I give you permission."

They've never given restrictions like this before.

"You may ask permission at any time. But you're to wait to get it."

[profiteering]

"Yes, sir."

He murmurs, aware that just talking might be waking Peter up, but he finds he doesn't mind Peter seeing him collared. The second the lock is fixed, he rests his head against Bruce's stomach and just stays there a moment. Then he pats the space behind Peter, indicating Bruce should lie there.

[zen_en_vert]

"Wait."

Taking him by the chin, for just a second.

"I'm proud of you."

[profiteering]

"Me?"

He looks up at him, quiet and relaxed now, but still very clearly worried.

[zen_en_vert]

"Yes, you."

Smiling at him.

"I think you're doing the right thing."

[profiteering]

He grins and runs a hand over his hip.

"Well, I'm taking your advice."

[zen_en_vert]

"Incidental to that."

Letting him go, to lie down next to Peter, who starts awake at the shift in the bed.

[profiteering]

"Shhh, hey, there."

Tony wraps an arm around Peter to soothe him.

[watchesthewatchers]

Peter groans, and eases into him with a yawn, trusting and sure.

Bruce smiles, and presses himself up against Peter's back, tucking him neatly between them.

[profiteering]

Peter will have to stay like that for most of the night; Tony might sleep like a windmill, but lately he always finds his way back to Bruce.

[watchesthewatchers]

Bruce is very careful to wake up before Peter, and to reach over him to stroke Tony gently awake, hand on his cheek, through his hair, while their spy slumbers sweetly between them.

[profiteering]

He wakes with a small jump, but he wakes so much easier now than he has in a long time.

He smiles at him, well-rested and warm. He brushes the backs of his fingers over Bruce's stubble, and mouths 'hey'.

[zen_en_vert]

He has to move so carefully, but gently pinches Tony's nose closed for a moment, brushes a thumb over his bottom lip to suck. Intensely focused on everything he can do to him with one hand.

[profiteering]

He sucks as fervently as he sucks cock, even when he begins to really need a breath. He holds Bruce's gaze, loving that they might get caught.

[zen_en_vert]

He pulls back, reaching to drive a fingernail into the tender inside of his ear. He wants him to fight not to squeak.

[profiteering]

He really has to fight against that, to not make a sound or shake his head or push at Bruce's hand. For Tony, especially, that's an incredible effort.

[zen_en_vert]

He eases off when he feels him about to break, and grabs the collar, instead.

Unfortunately, just as he twists it to tighten, his arm brushes Peter's shoulder and he stirs.

Bruce subsides quickly, innocently.

[profiteering]

Poor Tony is left dazed, semi-hard, clutching Peter and eager for the next move that isn't coming.

[watchesthewatchers]

Bruce turns Peter over gently, to murmur his goodmornings, stroke his hair back, share a moment while Tony collects himself. He checks his wrist, cautiously, and then promises him no one is angry.

[profiteering]

"You're so good, Peter."

Tony pipes in finally, nuzzling against his neck.