The Tony Stark Kink Meme
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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
Steve's not tired, exactly. The idea that Tony and his mechanical heart could wear Steve out is ludicrous, but he's a little lost in sensation, and he's having a hard time figuring out what Tony wants.
He had worried, at first, that this was just another novelty for Tony; surely Tony had never had any shortage of people to fuck during the time that Steve had known him. It was when he'd realized that Tony truly loved him, worried about him, that he'd understood that their sexual relationship was intricately tied to their personal one, and that it wasn't about the cheap thrill of gay sex. Tony saw the weight of the responsibility that Steve carried, and he tried to ease it the only way he knew how. Just because Steve was up to the challenge of bearing the burden of leadership didn't make it less lonely, and Tony had a unique talent for making both go away in their time together without making Steve feel like he was being coddled. Now, their sex life is comfortable, if rarely routine. Steve trusts Tony to take care, and Tony trusts Steve to follow as he expertly plays Steve's desire.
Tony is draped over his back, and buried deep within him as Steve is curled in on himself in their bed. His knees are spread wide under him, giving Tony ample access to stroke his chest, his nipples, his cock, whatever Tony thinks he needs. Right now, his forehead is resting on his bound hands, and his thighs are pleasantly burning from being stretched by their combined weight. He is putty for Tony to direct, but Tony is talking to him, asking him for something, so he turns his head and looks back, blinking someone's sweat out of his eyes.
Tony has leaned to the side to look over Steve's shoulder, and he smirks when their eyes meet. "There we go. Welcome back." He sits up, and tugs at Steve's waist. "C'mere, Steve, up with me," he says, and when Steve tenses his muscles to pull himself upright without using his hands, Tony groans at the added pressure, and bites at his shoulder when it's in reach. "Showoff," he says, and the affection soaking his voice is clear. Kneeling, the mass of Steve's muscle leaves him sitting slightly higher than Tony, and once he settles with Tony's hand on his stomach, Tony starts moving again, a tiny, teasing, circling motion that drags at the rim of his hole. Now content that he's
done what Tony asked, he gives himself over to sensation and Tony's care again.
The repeated motion builds a hum in Steve's body, and his chin drops to his chest as he shifts restlessly; Tony moves his hands to Steve's hips, and encourages him to move. Once he's picked up the pace, he guide's Steves hands to his cock, and says, "Yeah, beautiful, take what you need. I've got you." When he comes, he is undeniably wrapped in Tony's arms, with the grooves of his heart pressed into Steve's back, and the rasp of stubble on Steve's neck below the lips in his hair.
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