The Tony Stark Kink Meme

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As of today 4/17/09 the Tony Stark Kink meme will not accept Tony/Steve prompts. Please direct those to the Steve/Tony Kink Meme.
The Tony Stark Kink Meme

Ground rules:
Post a prompt either anon or not in response to the post.
Reply to comment with filled prompt.
Keep it porny nothing under PG-13.
No concrit allowed. This is not the place for it

Comments

Re: unebeta'd don't kill me. part 2

[anonymous]

ilence. Who knew that silence could stretch to infinity.

Tony could have sworn he heard things in that span of quiet: the surge of blood in his veins as Steve pumped him once, Steve's own breath as he shifted the other hand from Tony's shoulder to hip. The last clink as Steve Rogers accepted what he had to do, what will happen.

Before he leaned in again, to press against Tony, the hard knot in his trousers indicating his acquiescence before his nod did.

Tony's hands were nimble as they quickly unbuttoned fly, and he felt the entire length of Steve (must send a note of thanks to Nick Fury for joining this wretched team), and his hair roughed balls. The shock of first touch as Tony held their cocks against each other, feeling Steve's dark shudder as they moved once. There was the frenetic groping of the other hand as it searched Steve's pockets for - ah.

"A boy scout," Tony murmured as he found the container, and palmed it in his hands He never thought - and focused on Steve's face. Hot eyes, lips opened a fraction.

Before Tony could say anything else however, Steve angled his face, tilted his head and leaned in for the kill.

Tony's lips opened to Steve's, feeling the slip of spit and tongue. The slight bump of teeth. Tony's fingers were suddenly nerveless as he squeezed the bottle, the liquid running over his fingers, the letting the bottle go. He moved his hand to clutch at Steve's shoulder, to draw him close. Jesus. Steve might have tasted like the wine the team had with their meal tonight, the dark, smoky taste on the edges of his tongue might have been ill temper, or distaste.

Again, Tony did not care, because other matters were more pressing. And pleasurable.

The weight of Steve's cock against his fingers for instance.

Steve breaking a way a fraction to hiss, "Fuck, you're stepping on my foot, Stark."

Tony not moving, he was close enough to count each fair lash along Steve's eyelids, to feel the scald of Steve's breath on his face. "You might want to sweep me off my feet and carry me to bed?"

A glare from Steve, just then. "No."

Then another kiss, just as brutal, teeth tugging and biting at lower lip, another roll of hips.

The give of the mattress under his back, the scape of Steve's nails as he tugged his robe off, the heat that blazed off Steve's skin as he tugged his shirt off, then a neat inverted twist, and Steve was under him. His broad chest covered by hair that the shadows threw into gilt. Keenly defined six pack, muscles a tight ridge under Tony's fingertips, the air humid with their shared lust.

The feel of Steve's choked surprise as Tony's mouth was on him. His entire body going rigid, as his back arched off the bed, the shattered moans as Tony hollowed his cheeks and sucked, tasting the salt, heat and musk of him.

"To - "

Then, the world titled, and righted, as Tony found himself staring up at Steve's face. His own arms held at his sides, his inner forearms pinned to the mattress by Steve's knees, Steve's bare thighs on either side of his chest. Tony found himself eye level with Steve's erection. It cost him to let his body relax, to make his breathing go shallow due to Steve's weight on him, to make his eyes bored as he raised his eyes to Steve's, but Tony managed it.

"Are you going to poke my eye out with that thing Steve? Or are we still... negotiating terms?"

A shift, as Steve moved on Tony's chest, from sternum, his kneecaps pressing into Tony's shoulders, his hips angling close. Tony saw the flex of muscles, the engorged head of Steve's cock, its tip and length moist with precum and Tony's spit.

Absently, Tony's tongue darted to the corner of his lip, felt his throat tighten, and raised his eyes to Steve's again, awed at the lust there that echoed his own.

Another movement, Steve's knees came off Tony's shoulders, his cock moving to his face and mutely Tony opened his mouth to take Steve in.

The angle was awkward, Tony's focus on nothing but Steve's length in his mouth, the room quiet save Steve's groans, Tony's muffled moans. Tony tried to move his hands from his sides to Steve's thighs for a better time of it.

"No."

Tony accepted this, but he was not without... means.

Re: unebeta'd don't kill me. part 3

[anonymous]

He ran his tongue along the head of Steve's shaft, focusing on nothing but the ruddiness and gilt of Steve's groin and thighs, trying to take him all in, breathing through his nose. There was the cramp as his neck protested its discomfort, the tears in his eyes as his own neglected member throbbed its own torment. The tug on his scalp as he felt Steve's fingers in his hair, clumsily trying to guide Tony to his own pace. The tremor in Steve's thighs, the pause as Steve pulled out of Tony's mouth with a pop. The reflexive blink of eyes shut, as Tony felt the splash of Steve's warmth on his face, settling into the creases of his mouth.

The sudden absence of weight on his chest, as Steve barely had the strength to move off him before falling to the side.

Then, under the cover of darkness, Steve's hand on his cock, fingers heavy and dry. Steve's body beside Tony in the dark, the memory of Steve in his mouth, on his face tipped him over the edge, and on a choked cry Tony finally, blessedly came.

"It's done," Steve said shortly. "We're done. Deal?"

Tony shrugged his shoulders, stretched. He felt Steve move off the bed, and found himself the recipient of a glare. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"Perhaps." Tony smiled.

Steve only turned on his heel, walked to the en suite bathroom and closed the door behind him. Leaving Tony there, wondering.

Probably, Tony might have had some shame earlier on. Cutting a swath through various personnel at the Triskelion, knowing that as long as he could orgasm, he was assured that death kept away.

Knowing that Steve would notice, would moralise. Hoping that he might have done more than have pointed comments.

When Steve did not respond, Tony tried harder.

When he slept with Janet, and came into the team conference room the next morning, reeking of sex and the notes of Janet's shame on him like expensive cologne. He felt Steve's eyes on him then, saw the flex and clench of Steve's hands into fists, knowing that his teammate would do nothing.

That never deterred Tony, and he upped the ante.

Sending flowers to Gail, sending special dinners to the hospital when he knew Gail was there. Knowing that Steve would hear, put two and two together and come hunting for him.

Then when Steve stepped into his cunning trap, Tony would be the one to bargain, to get what he wanted. Whom he wanted.

Yes, Tony might have had some shame. If there was shame in getting what you wanted.

you're welcome! :)

[anonymous]

Sorry for being anonymous, but this isn't the sort of story I normally write.

I'm pleased that it answered your prompt.

LOL

[anonymous]

I'll try and fix it up (it was done on the fly) and post it to the relevant comm.

Re: unebeta'd don't kill me. part 3

[northstar_rocks]

"Are you going to poke my eye out with that thing Steve? Or are we still... negotiating terms?"
Oh that is the PERFECT tony sex line ::applauds::
and OMG I've been wanting Ult!tony and steve angry hate sex for so long! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! ::dies::

Thank you for reading. :)'

[jazzypom]

Might as well know that the jig is up, eh?

For the benefit of other readers, the polished version is here.