Steve/Tony size kink :) 1/2tiptoe39April 13 2012, 16:06:13 UTC
Among the benefits of a super soldier program that pumped a boy named Steve Rogers up to twice his height and build? There was one area in which the original, skinny Steve Rogers wasn't lacking.
And Tony Stark is all about the tricked-out machines, the pulsing of electric metal, the sleek and the gorgeous and the high-capacity.
To make a poetic story a bit less so: Tony is a fucking slut for Steve's cock.
How can he not be? When they end up grappling in a practice room, or when a heated discussion turns into a shoving match, Tony's eyes draw downward, the silent are you as turned on as I am? getting its answer with the obscene tent of Steve's pants, the bulge that's visible even when he's not turned on, that's indisputable when he is. They run out of words, they stare, and then Steve's eyes catch his and Tony runs his tongue over his lips, not thinking about it, just wetting them. Steve follows that movement with his eyes, pupils widening.
Sometimes Tony manages to make a smartass comment before the space between them is crushed to nothing. Sometimes he doesn't. He never remembers it afterward.
Even when they're kissing, when Steve's tongue is sliding against his slippery and tart, Tony's attention is focused on the bolt of heat at his hip. Steve grinds against him, a single arc of hip, and moans as though he's dangerously on the edge already, and Tony breaks the kiss, breathing raggedly and tipping his head back, trying to get them both back under control. "We need to be somewhere else," he says hurriedly, and Steve nods. How they manage to disentangle themselves long enough to find a home or a hotel or a bedroom is a mystery.
Steve's weak for kisses, and it's easy to pull him out of his uniform tempted by a thousand of them, laid on his neck and chest and palm. But Tony's only warming up, his eyes and his mind on the prize. When Steve drops his boxers with a final groan, he's worked up enough to grab Tony's hair and pull him in impatiently. And oh, that's so fine with Tony -- his mouth opens, his eyes closed, and at once he's choking on cock, Steve so huge in his mouth, all man and all heat. It hurts, but it's such a good hurt, Steve fucking his mouth open, and the idea shoots through his head that this gigantic cock is gonna be in his ass soon and Tony has to grab his own dick, it aches so hard and so suddenly.
But for now Steve lies back on the bed and lets Tony crawl between his knees, watches Tony's head bob up and down on his cock for a minute, and then he pulls on Tony's hair to say slow down, take your time.
It takes Tony a minute to tear himself a way, but he likes this bit too, pulling off and pressing his body flat like a snake into the bed, hands on Steve's thighs, looking up from between his legs to just admire the spit-slick thrust of Steve's erection, red-pink, and the tangle of blond brush at the base, also damp with Tony's spit. Tony runs his tongue nice and slow over Steve's balls, and Steve cries out and shudders. Oh, yeah, this is nice too. Predatory, his eyes bright and wicked, he rises up, licks over the crown, draws wet stripes up the shaft and bobs back down for another full stroke or two, listening to Steve's cries and watching the rhythmic tensing of his thighs.
"You gonna fuck me?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss against Steve's stomach.
Steve's response is incoherent. Tony asks again, adds some more colorful language, and this time Steve manages a "Please, Tony, holy mother of-- I have to, I have to, oh, my gosh," and Tony laughs at his quaintness and flops onto the bed on his stomach.
Re: Steve/Tony size kink :) 2/2tiptoe39April 13 2012, 16:07:25 UTC
He starts opening himself up with a few fingers circling and teasing, and Steve helps after a moment, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and working his own fingers in to replace Tony's. Tony groans and relaxes into it. "Have I told you you have a fucking magnificent cock?" he murmurs. "Push it up against me, I want to feel." Steve obeys orders, rubbing into Tony's leg, and it's heaven to feel the smear of his pre-come and the slide of his cock into it. Tony makes a soft, blissed-out noise and waits for Steve to finish up.
The blizzard of kisses on his shoulder blades are the first sign, then the heaviness of Steve's hips pressed up against Tony's. Tony rears up, gives him a good angle, and when Steve hesitates he orders-- "You fuck me with that cock right now"-- and Steve's nothing if not good at following orders.
He's so full Tony forgets to breathe -- and then he has to, if he wants to relax into it, but Jesus Steve's so deep and so solid inside him, it's hard not to clench and try to push him out. But each thrust touches every nerve ending, makes Tony seize up with pleasure, as though fireworks are going off inside him. He was built to take this, Steve is exactly what he's been waiting for, and soon he's rocking back wantonly against the solid thickness of Steve's hips, reaching back with one hand to help guide them together, the other inevitably finding his own cock and stroking.
Steve lifts him with one arm around his waist, kissing his shoulders and neck and breathing heavily against him, and now Tony has freedom to jack himself faster and harder. He whispers little enouragements, fuck and faster and deeper, so motherfucking big, and his ass is aching with the force of each slap against it and into it, Steve's balls tight as they hit him, his own tightening with the force of the orgasm gathering steam inside him.
"Tony," Steve hisses as he gets closer. "Tony, I'm gonna--"
"Yeah," Tony murmurs, "yeah, say it."
"Gonna come" and he gasps as though just hearing himself say it is a shock.
"Yeah." So fucking close himself now, cock flying in his fist.
Steve ups the ante, dares to say it, "gonna fucking come, Tony--" and it's enough to break him, break his voice as he shouts "--aah!" and comes hard, hips motoring in quick circles. The obscenity in Steve's voice, the breath that comes with the shout, splash like waves against Tony's skin, and he's coming too, body convulsing against the huge, sheltering frame of Steve around him, the hugeness inside him, completely outmatched inside and out and shattering under the force of it.
He'll have his revenge later, poking a sleepy Steve in bed, teasing, "Captain America said a naughty word." And Steve will be petulant about it, telling him to shut up and rolling over. But for this moment, Tony's good with being overwhelmed. Nothing to make you feel alive like having your breath taken away.
Re: Steve/Tony size kink :) 2/2mancraveApril 13 2012, 23:55:12 UTC
I don't have an icon filthy enough for this. God damn, HOT.
You know what I loved most though? That little bit of bashfulness you gave Steve..the fact that he said oh my gosh and the idea that Steve shocked himself into his orgasm by swearing ~ genius!
Been on a massive Avengers kick lately and to read them from you? *flailing* :D
Re: Steve/Tony size kink :) 2/2mf_luder_xfApril 14 2012, 16:54:36 UTC
*incoherent noises* *flailing*
JFC. That was perfect. The descriptions, Tony egging him on, Tony being so into it, Steve being bashful but not shy about what he's doing, and then the swearing...I'll be in my bunk.
And Tony Stark is all about the tricked-out machines, the pulsing of electric metal, the sleek and the gorgeous and the high-capacity.
To make a poetic story a bit less so: Tony is a fucking slut for Steve's cock.
How can he not be? When they end up grappling in a practice room, or when a heated discussion turns into a shoving match, Tony's eyes draw downward, the silent are you as turned on as I am? getting its answer with the obscene tent of Steve's pants, the bulge that's visible even when he's not turned on, that's indisputable when he is. They run out of words, they stare, and then Steve's eyes catch his and Tony runs his tongue over his lips, not thinking about it, just wetting them. Steve follows that movement with his eyes, pupils widening.
Sometimes Tony manages to make a smartass comment before the space between them is crushed to nothing. Sometimes he doesn't. He never remembers it afterward.
Even when they're kissing, when Steve's tongue is sliding against his slippery and tart, Tony's attention is focused on the bolt of heat at his hip. Steve grinds against him, a single arc of hip, and moans as though he's dangerously on the edge already, and Tony breaks the kiss, breathing raggedly and tipping his head back, trying to get them both back under control. "We need to be somewhere else," he says hurriedly, and Steve nods. How they manage to disentangle themselves long enough to find a home or a hotel or a bedroom is a mystery.
Steve's weak for kisses, and it's easy to pull him out of his uniform tempted by a thousand of them, laid on his neck and chest and palm. But Tony's only warming up, his eyes and his mind on the prize. When Steve drops his boxers with a final groan, he's worked up enough to grab Tony's hair and pull him in impatiently. And oh, that's so fine with Tony -- his mouth opens, his eyes closed, and at once he's choking on cock, Steve so huge in his mouth, all man and all heat. It hurts, but it's such a good hurt, Steve fucking his mouth open, and the idea shoots through his head that this gigantic cock is gonna be in his ass soon and Tony has to grab his own dick, it aches so hard and so suddenly.
But for now Steve lies back on the bed and lets Tony crawl between his knees, watches Tony's head bob up and down on his cock for a minute, and then he pulls on Tony's hair to say slow down, take your time.
It takes Tony a minute to tear himself a way, but he likes this bit too, pulling off and pressing his body flat like a snake into the bed, hands on Steve's thighs, looking up from between his legs to just admire the spit-slick thrust of Steve's erection, red-pink, and the tangle of blond brush at the base, also damp with Tony's spit. Tony runs his tongue nice and slow over Steve's balls, and Steve cries out and shudders. Oh, yeah, this is nice too. Predatory, his eyes bright and wicked, he rises up, licks over the crown, draws wet stripes up the shaft and bobs back down for another full stroke or two, listening to Steve's cries and watching the rhythmic tensing of his thighs.
"You gonna fuck me?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss against Steve's stomach.
Steve's response is incoherent. Tony asks again, adds some more colorful language, and this time Steve manages a "Please, Tony, holy mother of-- I have to, I have to, oh, my gosh," and Tony laughs at his quaintness and flops onto the bed on his stomach.
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The blizzard of kisses on his shoulder blades are the first sign, then the heaviness of Steve's hips pressed up against Tony's. Tony rears up, gives him a good angle, and when Steve hesitates he orders-- "You fuck me with that cock right now"-- and Steve's nothing if not good at following orders.
He's so full Tony forgets to breathe -- and then he has to, if he wants to relax into it, but Jesus Steve's so deep and so solid inside him, it's hard not to clench and try to push him out. But each thrust touches every nerve ending, makes Tony seize up with pleasure, as though fireworks are going off inside him. He was built to take this, Steve is exactly what he's been waiting for, and soon he's rocking back wantonly against the solid thickness of Steve's hips, reaching back with one hand to help guide them together, the other inevitably finding his own cock and stroking.
Steve lifts him with one arm around his waist, kissing his shoulders and neck and breathing heavily against him, and now Tony has freedom to jack himself faster and harder. He whispers little enouragements, fuck and faster and deeper, so motherfucking big, and his ass is aching with the force of each slap against it and into it, Steve's balls tight as they hit him, his own tightening with the force of the orgasm gathering steam inside him.
"Tony," Steve hisses as he gets closer. "Tony, I'm gonna--"
"Yeah," Tony murmurs, "yeah, say it."
"Gonna come" and he gasps as though just hearing himself say it is a shock.
"Yeah." So fucking close himself now, cock flying in his fist.
Steve ups the ante, dares to say it, "gonna fucking come, Tony--" and it's enough to break him, break his voice as he shouts "--aah!" and comes hard, hips motoring in quick circles. The obscenity in Steve's voice, the breath that comes with the shout, splash like waves against Tony's skin, and he's coming too, body convulsing against the huge, sheltering frame of Steve around him, the hugeness inside him, completely outmatched inside and out and shattering under the force of it.
He'll have his revenge later, poking a sleepy Steve in bed, teasing, "Captain America said a naughty word." And Steve will be petulant about it, telling him to shut up and rolling over. But for this moment, Tony's good with being overwhelmed. Nothing to make you feel alive like having your breath taken away.
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You win all the awards for this. All of them. Every single one. If anyone argues you send them to me and I'll take care of everything. XD
My God. Thank you so much.
*melts into a puddle of goo*
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You know what I loved most though? That little bit of bashfulness you gave Steve..the fact that he said oh my gosh and the idea that Steve shocked himself into his orgasm by swearing ~ genius!
Been on a massive Avengers kick lately and to read them from you? *flailing* :D
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This is deliciously hot!
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JFC. That was perfect. The descriptions, Tony egging him on, Tony being so into it, Steve being bashful but not shy about what he's doing, and then the swearing...I'll be in my bunk.
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