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]

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.

[watchesthewatchers]

"Sir."

Peter says, curiously, looking over his shoulder at him.

"Good morning. What are your plans for the day?"

[profiteering]

"First I want to give you almost anything you ask for. ...I need to call Ricki too."

He rubs his side.

"So you tell me, what are we doing first?"

[watchesthewatchers]

"Call Ricki."

He says, immediately.

"Make sure he's all right."

[profiteering]

Tony has the house phone on speaker, and just calls right there from the bed.

[rickitikitarr]

Ricki leans over Bruce in the bed to grasp for the phone, answering it with a muzzy;

"'lo?"

[profiteering]

Bruce is a terrible morning person; he turns over and buries his head under a pillow.

Tony sounds much too awake to be interrupting someone else's sleep.

"Morning, sunshine."

[rickitikitarr]

"Tony, love."

He says, crawling out of the bed to go take the call in the kitchen, sparing Bruce.

"I'm so sorry." Cluing back in to the power dynamic they have now; "This won't impact anything I'm doing."

[profiteering]

"What? No, no, take a week off."

He glances at Peter and Bruce, debating getting up and going to another room, but he wants Peter to hear and he wants Bruce's input later. Especially if this goes wrong.

"Are you okay?"

[rickitikitarr]

"I'm disappointed."

He admits, softly, going to put coffee on.

"But no sense crying over spilt milk."

[profiteering]

"You're still wanted here."

Now he's really glad Bruce hadn't let him do anything rash the night before.