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Tony actually does not mean to.
Mostly he doesn’t mean to because it’s pretty much impossible to sneak up on Clint or catch him unaware. Out of the 14 times he tried, he ended up with Clint behind him first. He’s learned not to. Actually and honestly.
So it surprises him as much as it surprises Clint when he walks in and Clint is jerking off.
“Fuck,” Clint says, snapping his laptop shut, his face a bright red, but Tony sees what’s on the screen. Not to mention that Clint has his legs spread and had been reaching between them not just for his cock. Well.
“So you’re into-“
“Shut up.”
“Tentacles and-“
“Shut up.”
“Ovipo-“
“Tony, if you don’t shut up right now I will stab you in the brain through your eyes and I will not regret it.” Clint looks like he actually would, so Tony shuts up and watches him pull his pants on.
Clint looks defiant, and Tony chuckles. “I think it’s a hot kink.” Tony steps up to Clint’s laptop and flips the screen up. Clint makes a noise in the back of his throat as the pictures pop up. Tony’s eyes scan over the pictures and confirm that yes, Clint has been fingering himself to pictures of guys getting tentacle raped. And not just regular tentacle rape – ones with oviposition. “So this is your thing, huh?”
Clint clicks x on the screen. “Shut up.” He sighs. “I hate you.”
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It takes Tony a bit of time, but in the end he actually manages to prepare everything. It took a bit of time, but he has to admit – he’s looking forward to this. A lot.
All he has to really do, really, now, is to sneak up on Clint. And now that he knows how, that’s not even difficult anymore.
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Tony sneaks in. He can tell by the way Clint’s sitting and the way his arms are that he’s more into fingering himself then jerking himself off and that’s hotter than it really should be. But he manages to get a sneak up Clint and hook the metal tentacles he spent so long making around Clint’s ankles and arms before he can react.
Clint panics, then sees Tony. “Jesus, what.”
“Your safeword is Helicarrier.”
“My what?” Clint says, his eyes wide. But he swallows thickly when he tugs at the metal tendrils and he can’t move them. “Tony, this-“
“Is your fantasy coming true. You heard me. Safeword is Helicarrier. Say it now if you want this go to on.”
Clint stares at him, his eyes wide and glazed and aroused. He ducks his head and mutters, “Helicarrier.”
And fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing. Tony’s got this all planned out before hand with JARVIS, so the tendrils start moving and tearing at Clint’s clothes. Clint whimpers, but doesn’t struggle. Tony presses up against his back, holding him. “I’m not stopping until I hear that word again.” He warns Clint, who shudders and nods. The clothes fall off of him and Tony grins as Clint whimpers. Clint gets pushed too easily onto the bed, and it’s hilarious how much Clint isn’t fighting this. More metal tentacles wrap around Clint, vibrating lightly as they run up Clint’s thighs and pulls his arms behind his back.
Tony eases his cock out and Clint opens his lips automatically and takes it in his lips. Tony wants to make a joke out of how eager Clint is, but Clint is incredibly good at sucking cock and Tony grips his hands into Clint’s hair. He might have been worried, but Clint makes a pleased whimper in his throat and sucks harder, and Tony can’t help but grin. “Like that?” He chuckled breathlessly. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
Clint looks up at him, eyes hooded and hungry as the tentacles squeeze his ass and vibrate across his thighs. Tony thrusts experimentally into the willing mouth, and Clint lets his mouth fall slack so Tony can fuck his lips. It’s fucking arousing, Tony thinks, and grunts as he comes deep into Clint’s throat.
Clint swallows eagerly, then lets out a surprised moan. Tony looks up to see that one of the tentacles have slipped inside Clint. Tony’s made sure everything was well lubricated and the tentacles (these, anyway) are thin enough that Tony doesn’t have to worry about Clint being in pain. True enough, Clint’s eyes are half hooded as he moans wantonly. Tony knows the tentacle is sliding deep inside Clint, rubbing purposely across the prostate gland but moving deeper than any cock could ever reach.
Another thin tendril joins the first, then another, and another, until five were pumping in and out of him. Tony let Clint fall onto the bed as a shivering mess, moaning and writhing and clutching onto the sheets beneath him. He spreads Clint’s ass cheeks apart, and the way the five tentacles are moving inside Clint is obscene. He lets himself be mesmerized by the way the muscles squeeze and spread around the violating tendrils, and then snaps his fingers.
A thick tentacle dripping with lubricant slides around Clint. Clint lets out a whimper when he sees the girth – it’s slightly thicker than the average cock, and Tony watches the thin tendrils spread Clint’s hole open to let the thicker, new one plunge inside.
Clint screams and his knees give out under him, but the tentacles are keeping him up firmly. The thick tentacle lodges itself deeper and deeper, and Clint squirms around it. “You know, Clint.” Tony says, swiping a finger across Clint’s orgasm as it splatters to the sheets below him. “An ostrich egg is really, really heavy and big.” Clint looks back at him, his eyes glazed. His gaze catches onto the obvious bulge traveling upward in the thick tentacle. He starts to shake, but there’s only arousal in his eyes.
The tentacle moves slowly – it’s almost too big, stretching Clint too wide, and when the egg starts to actually move its way inside, Clint whimpers. It sounds a little pained, but he’s panting and there’s no safeword yet, so Tony watches the ostrich egg – too big, too heavy – squeeze its way into Clint. At its widest width, Clint lets out a pained whine, but when Tony strokes his ass he shudders and the rest of the egg slides in.
Clint lets out a shudder, and Tony can see where the egg is pressing outward, resting heavily inside him. “How is that?” Tony whispers, worried for a second. He can still have JARVIS pull the egg back out.
But Clint sighs happily and says, “That’s so good.”
Well. Tony grins and pulls the tentacle back out. Clint widens his stance, shifting so he can be more comfortable. Tony takes the invitation to sink into the slack entrance. Clint lets out a surprised cry, but it soon turns into breathless pants when Tony starts to move. “You’re so tight.” Tony hisses. The abused inner walls are inflamed, a little, and the heat just adds onto Tony’s pleasure. It doesn’t take long for him to come a second time, not when Clint is yelling as he comes and squeezing tightly around him.
When Tony pulls out, Clint’s ass is red and swollen, still gaping slightly. Tony pulls the hole open with his fingers and Clint whines. He can see the egg, or a part of it, resting heavily, lodged into the walls. “Shit, that’s hot.” Tony sighs, hooking his fingers inside to search for the prostate and pressing down on it. He fumbles with what he’s prepared beforehand. It’s a goose egg – slightly larger than a chicken egg, but much, much smaller than the ostrich one Clint has inside him. “It’s like you’re pregnant with my kid.” Tony chuckles, and presses the egg onto the abused entrance. Clint gasps. “Shh.” He says, and pushes it in without much effort. A second one follows the first, and a third, and a fourth.
By the fourth Clint is gasping and shaking his head. “Can’t.” He says, and Tony hesitates, a fifth one in his hand. “Gonna throw up.” He’s gagging slightly, and Tony strokes his back.
“Take one more.” He coaxes, already pushing it inside. It’s crammed inside, Tony knows, and Clint is going to have to stretch wide. He half-expects Clint to say his safeword, but it never comes. Clint takes the last egg with a soft groan. “God, that’s hot.” Clint’s ass won’t fully close, not when it’s so fully stuffed inside, and Tony strokes the flesh of his thighs before slapping it. A slender tentacle slicks up Tony’s arm and Tony pushes it at Clint’s taut entrance.
Clint lets out a shuddering whimper, but takes it as the tentacle slithers inside, moving around the wedged eggs. Clint leans onto Tony when Tony comes around to push him into a half-sitting position. “Gotta give them back to me, Clint. Push.” This is the highlight of this entire kink, Tony knows, so he lets Clint get into a more comfortable position.
“Can’t.” Clint says, slumping into Tony. He sounds absolutely wrecked.
“Shh. Of course you can. Push, come on.” He presses on the distended stomach, and Clint lets out a wail. “Giving birth to our kids,” Tony says, and Clint shivers against him. Tony can feel the entire body clenching and flexing, and he doesn’t have to be watching to know the egg is sliding out – he can hear the wet squelch of the heavily lubricated egg as it slides out, popping past the abused muscle and dropping onto the sheets below.
Clint groans. “Oh god.”
Tony would be worried if he didn’t sound like he was so aroused. “How is it?” He says, rubbing Clint’s heavy stomach. Clint doesn’t respond, but his rock-hard cock is enough of an answer. He pulls Clint forward so that he’s on his hands and knees, and Tony moves behind him. He knows the thin tentacle inside Clint is assaulting his prostate, and Clint is feeling every bit of the assault by the way he can’t stop squirming and moaning.
He pushes against Clint’s stomach again, and can see the muscles clenching as Clint works again. The position’s more awkward, Tony knows, and Clint’s now got gravity working against him, but it’s so fucking hot to watch the egg force its way back out of Clint. The tight ring of muscle quivers and stretches to its limit at the widest point, and then the rest of the egg pops out with a squelch and rips a half-moan-half-scream from Clint’s throat.
The rest of the goose eggs follow, and by the end Clint collapses, completely spent. Tony taps on the still-full stomach and grins. “You’ve got one more in there.” He points out. Clint whimpers when Tony eases his thighs open and sinks inside again. Clint groans heavily.
Clint is loose and sticky inside, stretched and slack around him. The tentacle that’s been inside Clint slithers out, and Tony adjusts himself before he starts thrusting gently. Clint melts under his touch, pliant and exhausted. He’s what Tony would like to call deliciously fucked out.
“Tighten up a bit.” Tony snickers, slapping Clint’s ass. Clint whines. It’s undenyingly sexy, actually, to fuck a hole that’s so used it doesn’t even have the strength to resist, but he likes teasing Clint. The vibrating tendrils loop themselves around Clint’s thighs and cock, and Clint stiffens around him. “Relax.” He tells Clint.
Clint manages to glare at him. “Tighten up or relax, I can only do one.” His voice sounds breathless, tired, and Tony nibbles at his ear. His thrusts are relaxed, unhurried, but Clint’s toes curl anyway at the constant assault to his sensitive flesh, and he comes with a shudder onto the sheets. Tony’s not too far behind, and he stays inside for a bit, reveling in the way Clint’s insides spasm around his cock. “I feel pregnant.”
Tony chuckles as he pulls out and helps Clint get onto his back where the sheets aren’t soiled. More machine-tentacles slide up to Clint, sliding inside him again and he lets out another whimper. Clint’s half hard, no doubt from coming at least three times, and the vibrating tentacles slither around him, toying with pebbled nipples and torturing all of Clint’s sensitive parts.
Tony nudges Clint’s knees further apart so he can watch three tentacles assault the slackened pucker. “Push.” He commands. Clint shakes his head. “Come on, give it back.”
Clint gasps. “Can’t.”
“Of course you can.” Tony says, rubbing the prominent bulge in Clint’s usually flat stomach. He pushes at the top of it and it moves downward, a little, and Clint keens. “Come on, push.” He can see Clint’s stomach working, and the egg moving lower and lower, and Clint lets out a defeated cry. “Clint?” Tony says, frowning.
“I can’t.” Clint whispers. “It’s too big.”
Tony strokes the distended stomach and frowns lightly. “Say your safeword.” He says. “I’ll have JARVIS take it out.”
Clint considers, and then reaches up. Tony lets him hold onto him, and he feels Clint flex again, gasping and panting in bits. Tony reaches under, and Clint isn’t even close. He lets Clint hook their fingers together and sits back up, watching worriedly as Clint tries to push out the too-big last egg.
It pushes Clint’s entrance outward, stretching obscenely before Clint cries out and it slips back inside. Tony worries at the sensitive skin, already swollen and red, but he looks up. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out Clint is completely enjoying himself. Clint looks utterly wrecked, exhausted, and wrung out, but he’s thoroughly hard again, and he’s got the face of someone who’s at the peak of their orgasm.
Tony grins. “God, it’s sexy to see you like this.” He pushes on Clint’s stomach. “Try again, let me help.” Clint’s lower stomach works again, and Tony watches again, mesmerized by the sight. He pushes hard enough so that the egg actually starts to push out.
Clint starts ranting a mantra of permutations of oh god, Tony, oh fuck. He’s sweating in droves, enough to make the sheets below him damp, and Tony removes his hand. Clint is on his own pushing, gasping and panting and sobbing. He’s crying, Tony realizes after a bit, and he kisses Clint’s knee, still watching the egg squeeze its way out.
Clint tears a little at the widest point, a faint string of blood following the white, but then it’s sliding out automatically with a wet squelch, and it falls with a soft thumb on the mattress. Clint lets out a loud scream, spurts of white shooting from his cock, and then falls completely limp, eyes half-hooded and body shaking from exertion. Tony slides a finger into the gaping hole, and the walls flutter weakly around the intruder.
Clint’s leaking a mess of semen, lubrication, and a trace of blood, and his ass won’t close completely. Tony grins and taps on Clint’s knees. “You can go to sleep after these.” He snaps his fingers and JARVIS provides a tray of turkey eggs. They’re slightly bigger than chicken eggs, but Clint shouldn’t have any problem. They’re swimming in lubricant, and Tony can barely get a grip on one.
Clint gurgles when Tony starts to push them inside of him again. Tony manages six before Clint whimpers, so he pats Clint’s ass and pushes in two more. The result is the same as before – Clint’s ass can’t quite close around the stretching, and he’s trembling. Tony tugs three tentacles and they slither their way inside Clint. They’ll stay there and leak lubricant so Clint won’t dry up – and assault his prostate all the while. “Go to sleep.” Clint mumbles incoherently at him. “When you wake up, you can give me back the eggs, I’ll fuck you again, and we’ll be done.”
Clint makes a weak noise in the back of his throat, his cock leaking again. Tony pats his thighs and stands up. “Next time,” Clint mumbles, just on the verge of falling asleep, “we can do your kink.”
Tony grins and kneads Clint’s ass, but Clint is asleep – more fainted than asleep, Tony thinks, with the constant assault of pleasure and pain. Well, now he has to think of a kink that can top this.