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The rope was simple. Just as basic chest harness on each of them, boxing their arms behind their backs with a line connecting that harness to the ceiling. Steve had snugged that upline tight, pulling them up on to their toes before he'd added the accessories. The first was a classic, a pair of nipple clamps attaching them to each other across their bodies in an X. The second was a bit of a deviation - the ball gag was the standard red ball, but with two straps, binding them together in what was almost a parody of a kiss.
When Steve was done, he stood back to admire his work.
Bucky and Tony were tottering together, leaning chest to chest which crushed and twisted the clamps but it let them find their balance as they panted into each others mouths, rutting almost distractedly against each other.
"Next time, I'm going to put you both in high heels, that'll be easier, right?" Steve said as he settled back onto the couch with his sketchpad.
Tony tried shoot him a half-hearted glared out of the corner of his eye but couldn't turn his head far enough to make eye contact. Steve just grinned. The drool was already starting to form, mingling together and dripping down their bodies, but they had found their balance. Steve watched as they swayed together, feet shuffling like as they danced around each other. Trying to stay close enough not to tug the clamps, but far enough not crush. All while also chasing the pleasure, humping each other with increasingly slick cocks.
Steve left them to it, focused on sketching out the width of Bucky's shoulders and the pleasing geometries of the way his arms were tied, boxed, at his back. This time they were nude, just hard muscles and the lines of the body, but maybe next time he'd dress them up in silk and lace along with the heels, silk and lace. It would be a different kind of artistic challenge.
It was a pretty shape, curves touching at faces and hips and arching away from each other in between. The slick of their saliva dropping down, glistening on their chests and adding to the slick mess of their cocks where they were rubbing against each other, trying to find the right friction.
Steve followed the lines of their legs down, half tangling into each other, muscles tight and lean as they balanced high up on the balls of their feet. They'd start noticing the increasing slipperiness of their drool on the the wood floor soon. Maybe Steve would take them down then, but the way the strain was reflecting on their faces was appealing.
He kept drawing, trying to capture it on the paper as Tony's movements changed, the rhythm of his hips changing from interest to urgency. He was losing control, losing his balance and his sense distance as he chased the pleasure. It left him whimpering into Bucky's mouth as they chains jingled and tugged between them. Steve grinned, sketching faster; it wouldn't be long now. The pain, random and uncontrolled, would feed Bucky's arousal. They'd stop playing it safe, making it both worse and better for each other.
Not Steve's sketches were focused on moments. The lines of strain in Bucky's pointed feet. The wrinkle between Tony's eyebrows. The stretch of skin as the nipple clamps pulled and tugged.
Steve was becoming more and more aware of his own arousal as Tony's movement stuttered as he shuddered and ground into Bucky. The hot mess of Tony's orgasm against Bucky set him Bucky off and Steve put down his pencils, set aside his sketchbook.
The were panting into each other as Steve lowered the pully they were attached to, letting them first settle onto steady on to their feet, then onto their knees. Steve unbuckled the gag, gave them each a drink of water, before he unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.
"My turn."