Popsicle [Starker One-Shot]

Popsicle

Tony knows this is probably not one of his brightest ideas but he really needs to blow off some steam. He's not here looking for a hook-up; not that he'd decline if someone were to offer it of course. He just needs a change of scenery. And this, well, this is his favorite scenery. When Tony walks into the club an instant smile works its way onto his face. The familiar sounds surround him. The slow, sensual beat of the music playing in the background, but also the moans, the happy chatter, the whips cracking in the distance. It's home to Tony.

He heads straight for the bar and orders a strawberry daiquiri like he always does. It's nice, the sweet sting of the fruit mixed with the bitterness of the alcohol. He doesn't want to start on the club's fine selection of whiskey right away.
Tony ignores the way the bartender looks at him when he orders. He's used to the stares by now. People don't know how to treat him anymore. After almost dying to save the world, they simply are too impressed or scared or weirded out by him. He doesn't like the godlike devotion some people have decided to give him, doesn't like how he makes conversations fall silent where he passes. But, he decided a couple of months ago, he won't allow himself to succumb to the feeling. He's got his little Avengers family to keep him company. If this is the price he has to pay for saving the world, he'll happily endure it. He has the idle hope that things might return to their previous way of being, and until then, he'll try to pretend they are. One of the things he used to do was residing at the bar in this particular club and enjoy the scenes unfold in front of him. So that's exactly what he'll do today.

There's actually quite the number of scenes going on right now - the biggest one happening on the stage in the middle of the room. A familiar-faced Domme, a regular probably, is teaching a shibari workshop. Her sub, a sweet-looking young woman is definitely enjoying both the ropes and the public's attention. They even let some of the folks in the audience try their way around the knots as well.
Then, in the back and the sides of the room, there are some smaller scenes taking place. Wax play, not one of Tony's favorites, and some bootlicking, also not one of his favorites.
No. Tony's attention is drawn by the scene taking place almost in front of him. A cute, young twink is bound to the St. Andrew's cross. The sub's back showing angry lines of where the heavy flogger had kissed the skin. The boy is shivering, moaning, pleading for more through the gag that's in his mouth. He's blindfolded, too. The Dom, a tall, muscular blonde grins as he gives into the subs pleas more than happily and lowers the flogger once more.
Tony shifts on the barstool to give his already growing erection a little more space while he keeps watching. God, the sub... He looks amazing. Not too tall, strong muscles gliding underneath the smooth skin every time he arches his back. Tony loves the cute, firm little butt too. If he were the one holding the flogger he'd definitely redden the pale cheeks some more. As would he give special attention to those probably very sensitive thighs. With his legs spread in the cross like that, Tony doesn't even need a lot of imagination to see how pretty his legs would shake. The twink sure reminds him of... No.

Tony's nostrils flare slightly and he sips at his drink in an attempt to cool himself down just a little. Ever since defeating Thanos a little over a year ago, he hadn't gotten laid once. With people being squeamish around him he had no chance, and even if people weren't weirded out by him, they were by the fact that he had a fully operative, natural-looking prosthetic arm. The neurofeedback allowed it to work as a regular arm- so much even Tony tends to forget it's a fake one. He sighs. He hasn't even shared a simple kiss with someone since it happened. His body doesn't like it. It's starting to protest the lack of touch. Maybe he should find himself someone tonight after all. Get it out of his system. He knows it's idle hope, but the thought is nice.

Tony finishes his drink and is just about to make his way into the more crowded area, when the Dom in front of him unties his sub. The boy turns around, and-