Maandag: Paint Colours
Hello, prompters! I’m Doreyg and I'd like to welcome you all to my week of hosting! Hopefully we'll all have a lot of fun. To get started, today's theme is Paint Colours. Prompts can be any colour of paint that you'd commonly find in DIY shops. To help with this, you can find examples here and here and here.
Just a few rules, before we begin:No more ( Read more... )
Just a few rules, before we begin:No more ( Read more... )
“After round three,” Steve says, still panting hotly against Tony’s shoulder. He’s wrapped around Tony from head to toe-his fingers in Tony’s hair, his leg draped over Tony’s waist. Every inch of Tony still feels the memory-pressure of Steve, Steve, Steve-his smell, his sweat, the delicious noises he made when Tony pinned him to the bed. It’s something he’ll never get enough of.
In doses, of course-he is not, after all, a teenager anymore.
As Tony attempts to catch his breath and slow the beating of his admittedly delicate heart, Steve kisses a line up his shoulder and into the juncture of his neck, lips feverish and searching. Tony can feel him grin, all charm and shyness, even after he’s been fucked boneless four times over. “Easy, tiger,” he says, even as he arches into the sensation. “Let’s take a breather. Save some room for Jesus.”
Steve snorts, hand drifting beneath the blanket. “No time like the present.” His fingers circle Tony’s cock in a gentle, firm grip as he rocks his hips into Tony’s leg. “The night’s still young.”
But I’m not, Tony thinks, but then realizes that Steve is technically older than him, and no way he’s letting him win this particular battle. So he just groans and flips Steve onto his back. “You know, if I knew you’d be such a fire cracker in the sack, I would’ve had you in here long before the second date.”
“Such a romantic,” Steve says dryly, but he can’t hold back his grin when Tony kisses him again, and again, and again.
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