Pornathon!
Happy New Years, everyone! Mine was spent watching the Justice League Unlimited tv series and eating donuts. Fat, geeky and classy...awww yeah.
ANYWAY. I have a resolution. Because my fic writing completely dropped off this year, I am committing myself to writing a little snippet every day for the remainder of the month. Not just any snippet, but porn. Straight up porn. I feel like I've forgotten how to write the raunchy shit, so it's time to sack up.
I will be writing a variety of random pairings from different fandoms. Pairings will be repeated, expanded upon, etc etc. You all know what I'm in to, so leave me a request if you have one, or any particular kink you would like to see. I can't promise a request will be fulfilled, but I would appreciate the inspiration.
SO! To kick things off, here is the pairing that made the past year for me.
Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) and Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Fandom: Comics (Marvel)
Rating/Warnings: NC:17, graphic description of Male/Male sex. Unedited, because my Beta is currently passed out. Tell me if I missed something ^_^
It's always the scales that his fingers find first.
Of course, Steve has to be wearing the shirt, and he usually is. Fighting brings out a soldier's adrenaline in him that in turn brings out his more carnal urges. Like everything, it's heightened by the serum and Tony does everything he can to hold on, to lay still, to keep the cries locked firmly in the back of his throat. So when he can, he reaches for the scale mail of Steve's uniform shirt.
His fingernails tear flecks of blue paint from the Kevlar when Steve pushes in. Steve's big, but he'll stretch, he's tight, but he will adjust. Steve tears him, but he'll heal, and Steve will never know that he causes him pain. He's always gentle, always tender, but it will always hurt purely by reason of what he is. As far as Tony's concerned, you take the bad with the exceptionally good.
He hooks his fingers beneath a series of scales as Steve lifts his hips clean off the bench, seating him against his own and pushing past tight, aching muscle. What should be a scream comes out as a low, throaty moan and panting, gasped specks of saliva catch in his goatee. Steve smiles and wipes them away, muttering encouraging praise against the soft spot just beneath Tony's jaw, between Adam's apple and corded muscle.
Tony often thinks about the metal and leather beneath his hands, even when his mind should be on the hard, hot-ice burn pressing in and then dragging out, the steel fingers pressing his hips against the bed. Usually, it's all he can do to distract himself in an attempt not to come. Steve lasts much longer than he does, fucking him after he comes, driving him past the point of what could be considered bearable sensation. When Steve comes Tony is half hard again, and he curls against an immense chest with one hand around his prick. That's when he stops thinking about the scales beneath the fingers, and starts thinking about the hand that joins his own.
Steve usually thinks it's funny. "You've scratched up my uniform again," he says with a frown, a little smirk growing from one corner of his mouth. Tony shrugs, and stretches out on the bed like a cat in a patch of sun.
"Did I?" he replies, scratching idly at the faint bruise beneath his jaw. "Maybe you should take it off next time..."
Steve grins, curling behind him and covering his entire hip with one hand. "No. I think you like it."
ANYWAY. I have a resolution. Because my fic writing completely dropped off this year, I am committing myself to writing a little snippet every day for the remainder of the month. Not just any snippet, but porn. Straight up porn. I feel like I've forgotten how to write the raunchy shit, so it's time to sack up.
I will be writing a variety of random pairings from different fandoms. Pairings will be repeated, expanded upon, etc etc. You all know what I'm in to, so leave me a request if you have one, or any particular kink you would like to see. I can't promise a request will be fulfilled, but I would appreciate the inspiration.
SO! To kick things off, here is the pairing that made the past year for me.
Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) and Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Fandom: Comics (Marvel)
Rating/Warnings: NC:17, graphic description of Male/Male sex. Unedited, because my Beta is currently passed out. Tell me if I missed something ^_^
It's always the scales that his fingers find first.
Of course, Steve has to be wearing the shirt, and he usually is. Fighting brings out a soldier's adrenaline in him that in turn brings out his more carnal urges. Like everything, it's heightened by the serum and Tony does everything he can to hold on, to lay still, to keep the cries locked firmly in the back of his throat. So when he can, he reaches for the scale mail of Steve's uniform shirt.
His fingernails tear flecks of blue paint from the Kevlar when Steve pushes in. Steve's big, but he'll stretch, he's tight, but he will adjust. Steve tears him, but he'll heal, and Steve will never know that he causes him pain. He's always gentle, always tender, but it will always hurt purely by reason of what he is. As far as Tony's concerned, you take the bad with the exceptionally good.
He hooks his fingers beneath a series of scales as Steve lifts his hips clean off the bench, seating him against his own and pushing past tight, aching muscle. What should be a scream comes out as a low, throaty moan and panting, gasped specks of saliva catch in his goatee. Steve smiles and wipes them away, muttering encouraging praise against the soft spot just beneath Tony's jaw, between Adam's apple and corded muscle.
Tony often thinks about the metal and leather beneath his hands, even when his mind should be on the hard, hot-ice burn pressing in and then dragging out, the steel fingers pressing his hips against the bed. Usually, it's all he can do to distract himself in an attempt not to come. Steve lasts much longer than he does, fucking him after he comes, driving him past the point of what could be considered bearable sensation. When Steve comes Tony is half hard again, and he curls against an immense chest with one hand around his prick. That's when he stops thinking about the scales beneath the fingers, and starts thinking about the hand that joins his own.
Steve usually thinks it's funny. "You've scratched up my uniform again," he says with a frown, a little smirk growing from one corner of his mouth. Tony shrugs, and stretches out on the bed like a cat in a patch of sun.
"Did I?" he replies, scratching idly at the faint bruise beneath his jaw. "Maybe you should take it off next time..."
Steve grins, curling behind him and covering his entire hip with one hand. "No. I think you like it."