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... )
Tony was pouring himself another drink as soon as they got in; he was a little pale under his make-up. Steve frowned at him.
"Can you really not go without until you change back?"
"Steve, this is a unique opportunity," said Tony, with mock solemnity. "I will be a pioneer of the sexual experience. Or I will be if you get your act together. You do know what you're doing, don't you?" He laughed at Steve's scowl, and wandered towards the bedroom, weaving back and forth. "God, these shoes are awful." He caught a heel in the carpet, and waved his arms wildly; he'd about recovered his balance when Steve swept him neatly off his feet. He had the satisfaction of seeing Tony goggle at him for a moment before he smirked.
"Very Gone With The Wind. Is this how they did it in the forties?"
"It's how I do it," said Steve, and covered Tony's mouth with his, kissing him bruisingly; Tony would mock tenderness, he knew. But Tony moaned and clung like any romance heroine, and by the time they landed on the bed, Steve had almost forgotten the woman in his arms had been a man yesterday. Tony knotted his hands in Steve's hair, wouldn't stop kissing him, and Steve abandoned the attempt to get free and settled between his legs. When he slid his hands up those smooth thighs, his hands met silk; for some reason, he'd not expected him to be wearing panties. Steve shifted awkwardly, opened his pants, and then he was pressing his bare cock against the silk, feeling Tony's wetness spread through the fabric. Tony finally broke the kiss, bucking his hips up enthusiastically, moaning shamelessly.
"Steve, God, that feels good." He rolled his hips cautiously, small movements, and made a high-pitched sound, almost surprised. Steve took the opportunity to pull his dress up, drag it up over his head, and Tony yanked his arms free and threw it on the floor, falling back onto the bed with a groan as Steve's mouth closed on a nipple. Tony made a lot of noise then, as Steve sucked and bit, pinching the other nipple with his free hand, pulling back to light teases until Tony swore at him, then applying hard pressure. Tony rocked up against him frantically, hips twisting and rolling, and Steve could feel him getting wetter and wetter, until finally his back arched and he cried out, shuddering. After a long moment, he pushed Steve away from his breasts. "Ow," he said, breathless. Steve rested his head on Tony's sternum and tried not to feel smug as Tony recovered. It was several minutes before he felt a tug on his hair. "I'm pretty certain you agreed to fuck me," Tony said reprovingly, and Steve didn't bother answering; he just nuzzled his way down Tony's belly and mouthed at him through his panties. "Christ," said Tony, raggedly.
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