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Half an hour into Tony’s party, the Cloak sneaks away to go communicate with Friday privately. Back in the bedroom, it looks into the nearest camera and pokes at a StarkPad, hoping its friend will understand.

“Hello, Cloaky. You need my help with something?” Friday asks. The Cloak nods, levitating over to Tony’s side of the bed and patting it. “For Boss’s birthday?” Another nod. “Why don’t I let you into the lab downstairs so that you can use the holograms?”

Excited, the Cloak shimmies and turns back to the door, remembering the path to the lab. Friday opens the doors along the way and pulls up the lab’s floating blue screens as soon as the Cloak is inside, shutting the door behind it to allow for privacy.

Now, how to get to the specifics…. Pulling up a screen for Amazon to start with, Friday watches as the Cloak points at various icons, selecting them herself since the holograms only recognize heat signatures, not touch.

As Friday figures out what the Cloak is looking for, she asks, “Which of them are these for?” The Cloak points at itself, levitating higher off the ground. “Doc?” It nods. “Alright, Cloaky. Leave this to me; I’ll select the best one and get it here in the next few hours.”

The Cloak floats around as if it’s dancing, extremely pleased with the results.

“You’re welcome,” Friday says happily, excited for her friend. “If I understand correctly, I’m sure Boss will love this.”

The Cloak nods. Now to convince a certain sorcerer....

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Stephen shifts his knees against the pillow and sighs. How did he let the Cloak talk him into this?

“Doc, Cloaky, the Boss is on his way,” Friday informs them.

The Cloak nods its collar against the headboard, Stephen’s forearms firmly in its grasp. Stephen squirms slightly and turns his head to face the door, biting his lip nervously as it starts to open.

“Stephen, why didn’t you wait for me to—” Tony stops in his tracks, staring at the man kneeling on his bed, naked except for a pair of sheer red panties with a huge, golden bow on the back. The Cloak has Stephen’s arms pinned to the headboard in a way that makes him lean forward, his ass a foot off the bed. Stephen’s ankles are each tied with red silk that has been knotted to the lower legs of the bed, restraining him from moving his knees any further up the mattress. He’s essentially stuck with his ass in the air and his toned thighs supporting whatever weight his arms can’t handle. Even the pillow protecting his knees from strain is just far enough away that he won’t be able to rub off against it.

“Holy fuck,” Tony breathes out.

Stephen clears his throat. “Cloaky wanted to get you something as well,” he explains, blushing. “Since my gift is letting you do whatever you want to me, it decided to take care of the, well…props.”

Tony gulps. That explains the silk bondage and lingerie, then. “What else did it get?” he asks, his voice cracking slightly.

Stephen looks down, embarrassed, but the Cloak unravels some of its fabric from around his arm to smooth against his cheek, gently lifting his chin and prompting him to answer. “A… a c-cock ring,” he stutters, the red in his cheeks stretching down his neck. “And flavored lubricant, and, um…well, the last thing is for it to use on me later, with your permission.”

Tony swallows again, that last phrase running through his mind on repeat. His dick is already painfully hard, tenting his jeans. “Holy fuck,” he croaks out, then realizes something. “Fuck, are you already wearing the ring?”

Stephen nods, squirming again. “I thought it would be best to put it on before I got too aroused.”

Tony’s eyes widen, and he walks to the side of the bed in order to get a good look at his boyfriend’s body. Sure enough, Stephen’s dick is partially hard, the tip peeking out of his panties. Tony gulps for the third time. “Holy fuck.”

The sorcerer laughs. “Cat got your tongue, Stark?”

Tony looks him in the eye and licks his lips slowly. “Nope, no problem here,” he says, reaching to undo his jeans so he can get out of the constraining material. They fall to the floor, and he steps out of them while lifting his tank top over his head and tossing it carelessly to the side. Crawling onto the bed in just his boxers, he stretches to pull Stephen into a deep kiss. Their tongues meet, and for once Stephen easily gives in, allowing Tony to take control. Tony licks around Stephen’s mouth and pushes his tongue aggressively against Stephen’s, causing him to whimper. Biting gently at the sorcerer’s lips, Tony pulls back to kiss across his jawline. “Stephen, you’re so beautiful like this,” he says, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair and watching as Stephen’s eyes fall closed. He then turns around to kiss the Cloak at the tip of its collar. “Cloaky, you’re amazing, too. Thank you so much.” The Cloak rubs against his cheeks, pleased to have done something to make its lover happy.

Backing away from both of them, Tony crawls until he is sitting behind Stephen. “I’m going to have to buy more of these,” he says, trailing his fingers along the sheer panties. “They’re gorgeous on you.” He tugs at both ends of the bow and is pleasantly surprised that the ribbon can be pulled through a few loops to allow for easy removal. “Glad I don’t have to rip these ones, though,” he says as the cloth covering Stephen’s ass falls between his legs, his cock springing forward now that it’s no longer trapped. Tony throws the lingerie off the bed, reaching around to touch Stephen’s length.

Moaning, Stephen mutters, “This is going to be torture.”

Tony smirks, tugging on Stephen’s length and feeling for the cock ring. “That’s the idea. What I want for my birthday,” he says huskily next to Stephen’s ear, “is to see you completely fall apart.”

Stephen swallows heavily. “Well, hopefully you’ll get it.”

Tony hums in response. “Do you trust me? And Cloaky?”

“Of course I do,” Stephen answers with a small frown. “I wouldn’t be giving you both so much control otherwise.”

Smiling, Tony says, “Then I’ll get it.” He strokes Stephen’s cock a few more times before letting go and trailing his hands over Stephen’s hips. “Do you prefer to use red/yellow/green or your own safe word?”

“Safe word, but I don’t need—”

“Stephen, please. Just in case,” Tony says, not wanting to do more than his boyfriend is comfortable with.

Stephen sighs in defeat. “Neurogenesis.”

Tony smiles gratefully. “Okay, then. Now,” he squeezes Stephen’s ass cheeks and checks that the lube is on the bed where he last saw it, “it’s time for the fun to begin.”

Shuffling backwards, Tony bends down to lick along Stephen’s crack. “Have you ever been rimmed before?”

“No, I’ve never even been fingered by someone else,” Stephen says nervously. “But I trust you to take care of me, Tony.”

“Oh, I’ll take such good care of you,” Tony replies, pulling his cheeks to either side and blowing softly at his hole. “Don’t worry, Stephen; Cloaky and I have you.”

Stephen shivers, and the Cloak reaches out to stroke his cheek. Kissing the fabric, Stephen whispers, “I know.”

Leaning forward, Tony licks across Stephen’s pucker, earning a surprised gasp. He moves his tongue to circle Stephen’s rim, leaving a trail of saliva, and presses against his hole.

“Oh… oh, Tony, fuck…” Stephen whimpers, letting his head fall forward. Tony pushes his tongue inside, sliding it against his walls until he’s about an inch deep, and then swirls it around. “Fuck!” Stephen moans, leaning his ass back towards Tony’s face. “Oh god, Tony…! That feels…a-ah…” Stephen starts to babble, completely focused on the sensation of his lover’s wet tongue thrusting inside his ass. “So fucking… good! Ah…T-tony… deeper, please!”

Tony obliges, forcing his way in further and pushing his face against Stephen’s cheeks. He presses his lips to Stephen’s rim and hums, the vibrations reaching his nerve endings and causing the sorcerer to moan louder. Shudders wrack his body as precum leaks from his reddened cock, dripping onto the sheets. Tony lets go of his cheeks to grab the lube, opening it and pouring some into his right hand. He drops the bottle on the bed and spreads the liquid all over his fingers before grabbing one cheek with his left hand and pulling his tongue out. Stephen whines at the emptiness, but Tony quickly fills it with his index finger, pushing it in all the way and reaching places his tongue couldn’t access.

Bucking against the finger in his ass, Stephen begs, “Oh fuck, more!” The mechanic pushes in another finger, scissoring them to stretch him open further and then leaning his head back down to lick at his rim. Tony spreads his two fingers and then slowly pulls them out until he can slide his tongue between them and lick his way inside Stephen’s hole again. With two fingers and Tony’s tongue inside his ass and the ring still around his cock, Stephen cries out, overwhelmed. Tears leak from his eyes when he squeezes them shut, and the Cloak carefully wipes them away, rubbing soothingly against his cheekbones.

Unwrapping itself enough to reach Tony’s head without letting go of Stephen, the Cloak pats Tony’s hair to get his attention. Tony looks upward, and at the Cloak’s “come hither” motion, he pulls his tongue back and gently replaces it with a third finger before rising to his knees. The Cloak turns Stephen’s head slightly so that Tony can see the tear tracks, and Stephen opens his eyes. “Tony?” he asks quietly.

“Shh, babe, you’re doing so well,” Tony says, lifting his left hand to stroke Stephen’s neck while his other continues thrusting into his hole. “You’re so beautiful, Stephen,” he murmurs, kissing the crinkle next to his eye. Stephen whimpers, leaning into Tony’s touch. “That’s it, you’re so good. So, so good.” Tony explores with his fingers, searching for Stephen’s prostate. A moment later, he finds it, and Stephen keens. Tears run down his face, and his cock releases a small amount of cum despite the ring. After pulling his fingers away from that spot, Tony strokes his neck soothingly while pressing kisses along the side of his face. “Perfect, Stephen. You’re absolutely perfect.” Stephen shudders and lets his body fall forwards, his thighs shaking with exhaustion. The Cloak keeps hold of his forearms, refusing to let him fall completely.

Tony turns Stephen’s head and looks in the eye. “Do you want me to remove the ring?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” Stephen answers with a whisper. He whines when Tony’s hand touches his oversensitive dick and lets out a sob as the cock ring is rolled off. Once it’s gone, he cries out again in relief despite his inability to get himself off. “Please, Tony,” he begs, closing his eyes once more, “I need to come.”

Tony nods and pushes his fingers back against his prostate, earning a loud gasp. He rubs against it until Stephen yells his name and spills all over the pillow supporting his knees. Panting as his orgasm ends, Stephen leans his body away from the fingers, and Tony carefully pulls them out before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. “Cloaky, you can let go now; I’ve got him.” The Cloak nods and releases its sorcerer, letting him fall into Tony’s arms, their chests pressed together.

“Tony?” Stephen says, peering up at him. “You didn’t get to come.”

“It’s okay, babe,” Tony responds. “This was exactly what I wanted. Don’t worry about it.” He glances behind them at the silk restraints. “How about I untie these and we let you rest?”

“No!” Stephen says, shaking his head. “I mean, rest sounds good, but leave those tied. We still have something else planned.”

Tony glances between the two. “Are you sure? We can always just retie them later, and I’d rather free up your circulation.”

The Cloak tilts its collar, allowing Stephen to decide. “Alright, you can undo them,” he says with a sigh, watching as the inventor unties the knots.

“Hey, this way you can change positions later,” Tony says with a wink.

Stephen flushes slightly, then smirks. “Cloaky, maybe we can show him what Friday picked out for you to use on us?”

Tony laughs—of course his baby girl helped his lovers out. “Alright, what’d she get?”

The Cloak grabs two silicone vibrators from under the pillows at the head of the bed, one about five inches long and an inch and a half wide—roughly the size of the average erection—and the other about seven inches long with a 1.8 inch diameter. Both are the same red as the Cloak.

Tony whistles, impressed. “I can guess which one’s mine.”

Stephen chuckles. “Obviously. I’ve never been fucked before, but you most certainly have, and you enjoy a bit of pain. It’s bigger than me, but I’d love to see you take it.”

“Of course you would, you sadistic voyeur,” Tony teases. “Hmm, maybe Cloaky can fuck me first, so you can rest and watch.” He smirks as Stephen’s pupils dilate at the thought, then turns to the Cloak, who is waving its collar excitedly in agreement. “Want me to quickly get ready? I don’t need too much prep as long as there’s enough lube, so it’ll only take a minute or two.” The Cloak nods, preferring to get started with the toy than to see if it can open Tony up itself.

Reaching for the lube and popping it open, the mechanic asks, “Do you both know the red/yellow/green system?”

The relic shakes its fabric from side to side, so Stephen explains, “We’ll have to ask him to tell us a color every so often. Red means stop, yellow means be careful, and green means go ahead.” Contemplating the new information, the Cloak tilts its collar and then nods its understanding. Both men smile softly at their lover’s cuteness.

As Tony finishes soaking his fingers with lube, he reaches back to prod at his hole, inserting the first digit. “Stephen, can I kiss you while I do this? It’ll help me relax.”

“Of course,” Stephen responds, circling his arms around Tony’s neck. “Friday can get this on video, right?”

Tony nods, amused. “You can watch whenever you want,” he says.

“Perfect.” Stephen says before leaning in to swallow his boyfriend’s gasps as he adds two more fingers at once, moving them quickly in and out. Stephen thrusts his tongue into Tony’s mouth and reaches around the smaller man’s torso to push his hand closer to his ass, making the fingers go deeper and causing Tony to moan.

Panting, Tony pulls back from the kiss a minute later and says, “I think that’s enough. Can I lube you up, Cloaky?” At the Cloak’s nod, Tony pours more of the liquid into his hand and coats the thicker dildo with it while the Cloak holds it out. “Oh god, this is gonna feel fantastic,” he murmurs, completely turned on. “Do you know how to work it?” To his surprise, Stephen chuckles.

“Oh, I know exactly how,” the sorcerer says with a grin, sitting back and pulling a small remote out from under another pillow.

Tony swallows loudly. “Holy fuck,” he whispers.

“Back to that again?” Stephen teases, testing a button on the remote and making the vibrator come to life.

Tony groans, dazed. “Oh god, you’ll both be fucking me.”

With a raised eyebrow and a glint in his eye, Stephen replies, “I think that’ll have to wait for another day.” At Tony’s responding whimper, Stephen looks to the Cloak. “You ready?” The Cloak ruffles itself excitedly. “How do you want him?” Briefly observing the way the inventor looks kneeling in front of it, arms hanging at his sides and head turned to stare back at the toy, the Cloak levitates up behind him and presses roughly against his upper back, shoving his face towards the mattress.

“Oof,” Tony grunts, barely fast enough to get his forearms beneath him. He opens his mouth to say something, but it quickly turns into a moan as the vibrator is pressed against his hole. “Nngh, fuck….” He tries to push his hips back, but Stephen stops him by gripping the back of his neck and holding him down.

“This is our show now, sweetheart,” he explains when Tony whines in complaint. “Let us take care of you.” Squeezing his neck slightly, he asks, “Color?”

“Green,” Tony croaks. “You can be rougher.” He gasps when Stephen tightens his grip and then lets out a choked moan as the Cloak starts to push the vibrator inside him. “O-oh, fuck… fuck, Cloaky, m-more….” The Cloak pushes the toy in another three inches before slowly pulling it back out. It then shoves the first four inches in hard, forcefully stretching Tony’s hole. “Yes!” he yells, loving every painful thrust. “Fu—AH!” he moans as Stephen suddenly turns up the vibrations. “Oh god, Stephen, more!”

Stephen tugs harshly on his hair. “Beg me for it, Tony.”

“Nngh, please, Stephen,” he chokes out as the dildo enters him further. “Please, more….”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Stephen groans softly, turning the speed up again. “Color?”

“Green,” Tony whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Good,” Stephen says, running his fingers through Tony’s hair. “You love this, don’t you? Having the Cloak fuck you.” He grips the strands further up Tony’s scalp and pulls sharply. “Tell it, sweetheart. Tell Cloaky how much you love this.”

“Ah, y-yes,” Tony answers, fists clenching the sheets. “Fuck… Cloaky, fuck, I love—a-ah—your huge cock…. Love when you fuck me, nngh, so fucking perfect—O-oh!” The Cloak thrusts in the last couple inches, causing Tony to cry out, burying his face into the mattress. “Fuck, it h-hurts so good….”

“Sweetheart, you’re so gorgeous,” Stephen murmurs, setting the remote down next to his leg and touching his cock. “I’m hard for you, just watching.”

Tony turns his head to watch the sorcerer stroke himself. Drooling slightly, he reaches for his own dick. Noticing this, the Cloak lifts an end of its fabric and slaps his ass. “Fuck!” Tony groans, dropping his arm. Rubbing against the reddened skin, the Cloak nods at Stephen.

Catching the gesture, Stephen checks, “Color?”

“G-green,” Tony replies. Pleased, the Cloak smooths against his ass once more before slapping his cheek again, earning another moan.

“Hmm,” Stephen wonders, running his hand along the curve of Tony’s back before reaching around to grasp his length, relishing his lover’s gasp. “Cloaky, would you mind if I ask Tony...?” he trails off, hoping the relic will understand.

After a moment, the Cloak waves in permission and slows down its movement. Smiling, Stephen tightens his grip on Tony’s cock and leans forward to whisper in his ear. “Sweetheart? How would you like to fuck me?”

Tony looks back at him, surprised. “I thought Cloaky…?”

“It was, but since it’s already fucking you, and it’s my first time, well….” Stephen flushes slightly. “I’m afraid I’m a bit sentimental.”

“Fuck, yes,” Tony answers breathily, “But only if you’re up for it.”

“Oh, I’m up for it,” Stephen teases, stroking himself slowly. The Cloak reaches for Tony’s shoulder to pull his torso up, and Stephen crawls beneath him, laying on his back and shoving a pillow under his abdomen. He takes Tony’s hands and rests them on his outer thighs. “Position me, however you like.”

Tony pushes Stephen’s legs back until his knees meet the outside of his shoulders, then grins. “You’re flexible,” he says, lust heavy in his voice.

The sorcerer smirks. “Training at Kamar-Taj,” he explains. At Tony’s raised eyebrow, he adds, embarrassed, “And…maybe some dance lessons a while back.” Tony snorts, and Stephen grabs the remote and turns the dildo’s vibration up in retaliation.

“Oh, fuck,” Tony hisses. “Yellow, if you want me to last.” Immediately, Stephen lowers the speed several levels and the Cloak stops moving completely. Tony laughs and reaches for the lube to coat his fingers once more, before rubbing them teasingly against Stephen’s pucker and pushing two easily inside. “Guess we didn’t get around to tying you up again.”

Stephen gasps as Tony strokes his inner walls and acts without thinking. With a wave of his scarred hand, the silk ropes fly up from the legs of the bed to encircle his ankles and then tie themselves to the headboard, not leaving any slack.

Tony whistles. “Nice trick,” he says, impressed. He adds a third finger and separates them, contemplating a fourth until his boyfriend whines impatiently. “I’m pretty big, babe. You sure you’re ready?”

With an annoyed look, Stephen responds, “I sucked you down my throat just fine, Tony. Now, fuck me already.”

Swallowing, Tony nods. “Any chance you can do that magic trick to get a condom?” Stephen rolls his eyes before waving his hand again. He tears the newly attained condom open and rolls it onto Tony’s dick with shaking fingers.

Tony covers the condom with lube before pressing the tip of his cock against Stephen’s hole. Looking into Stephen’s hungry eyes, he pushes slowly inside. When he sees his boyfriend about to complain, he says, “No one took care of me for my first time. Please, just let me do this.”

With a shiver at the word choice, Stephen acquiesces, “Alright, Tony. As you wish.” He leans his head back and relaxes as Tony enters him bit by bit. “But you don’t have to worry about hurting me. I’m not made of glass, sweetheart.”

Tony hesitates in his response. “Well…you seemed pretty fragile earlier.”

Stephen scoffs. “I assure you, that was by choice.” He sighs with pleasure as Tony bottoms out, stilling for him to adjust. “I’m not…very comfortable giving up control.”

With an understanding smile, Tony says, “I get it.” He leans his forehead against Stephen’s. “I want this to be good for you. If you need more control, then take it. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Stephen closes his eyes, relieved. “Cloaky, you know what kind of pain I can handle.” The Cloak nods, remembering the years they spent in a deadly time loop. “Why don’t you show him how rough he can be.”

Given permission to start moving again, the Cloak pulls Tony back by his hip and then begins to fuck him hard, shoving him back into Stephen in the process.

“Oh, fuck!” Tony yells, getting lost in the pleasure of a huge toy in his ass and Stephen’s tight warmth around his cock.

As Tony is forced into him, Stephen lets his head fall back with a grunted, “Yes, Cloaky.... Tony, harder...!” He grips the remote and turns the vibration up again, startling Tony into slamming forward into his heat, and he groans loudly. “Yeah...like that....”

Looking up at the sorcerer, Tony aims his thrusts at Stephen’s prostate, hitting it on the second try. “Yes, Tony!” Stephen cries in ecstasy. “Right there—yes!” Tony grins, sweat dripping from his temples, and starts moving faster, hitting Stephen’s sweet spot every time.

The Cloak observes the immediate change in its sorcerer and decides it wants to cause the same in Tony. It tests various angles curiously and finally gets lucky after another minute, causing Tony to scream at the pleasurable assault. “FUCK!” he yells, nearing his limit. “I’m so close... Cloaky, again!”

“Nngh, Tony.... F-fuck, me too...” Stephen admits as the other man continues slamming into him just right. “Oh... Sweetheart...a-ah, I’m gonna—” he chokes off as he comes, his back arching off the mattress. Warm cum leaks from his cock all over his and Tony’s stomachs, and Stephen shudders as the mechanic keeps fucking into his sensitive body.

“God, Stephen… So fucking tight, babe….” Tony gets out as the Cloak maneuvers him back and forth, still thrusting the toy just right. Stephen’s body jolts at every thrust, and he whimpers at the overstimulation, torn between wanting it to stop and loving every second. Hoping to push his lover over the edge, he clicks the remote to turn the speed up one last time, and Tony falters with a moan. “Fuck, I’m coming…” he warns, thrusting a few more times as his orgasm rushes through him. Afterwards, he drops his weight onto Stephen, spent. “Steph’n… turn it off, please…” he whimpers as the toy keeps vibrating inside him.

“Cloaky,” Stephen groans, too tired to move except to lazily wave the silk ropes away and drop his legs to either side of Tony’s. Taking pity on its exhausted lovers, the Cloak pulls the toy out of Tony’s ass and sets it down beside them, its buzzing sounding through the room. It then takes the remote from Stephen to turn the device off, struggling for a moment but eventually figuring out how it works and silencing the toy. “Thanks, Cloaky….”

The Cloak observes its lovers happily, levitating on top of them and running the points of its collar through their hair.

Stephen sighs, enjoying the feeling of both of his lovers settled comfortably over him. “Happy birthday, Tony,” he whispers, placing a kiss on his temple. The Cloak nuzzles into the mechanic’s messy brown hair, conveying the sentiment in its own way.

“Grazie,” Tony mumbles sleepily, snuggling against his boyfriend’s neck.

With a fond smile, Stephen closes his eyes, satisfied.