12... because Steve is picky and we had to argue through the options.neverbackeddownJanuary 29 2012, 20:41:11 UTC
Tony was for lack of a better word, a work-aholic. He made Steve look lazy and he was never any such thing. If it wasn't lab work on top of meetings Ms Potts insisted on and even more SHIELD or Avenger meetings... not to mention training... And Steve was irritated. The super soldier was starting to twitch whenever Tony had to be pushed to the next thing on the agenda before he'd even finished the thing he was working on. Then all the sleepless nights in the lab? Why did it seem Steve got crankier than Tony did?
The chance that the cold weather was partly due, on top of the fact that he hadn't even gotten to talk too much to Tony lately. And he would probably break something if the next conversation was in a meeting. But rather than continue to just get more annoyed, he did something about it. Including setting up a nice set up near the master fireplace to solve his issues with being cold while also forcing the industrialist to relax. Which.. didn't really explain why he was marching into Tony's lab with a look of sheer determination on his face around 1 AM. Piercing blue caught Tony's eyes for only a second as the look and the words, "We have a date." erased all room for questions.
Picking Tony up in one grand gesture, the smaller man was over his shoulder and he was already heading for the door. "Yes, I am kidnapping you. No, you can't argue. No, I won't wait. And yes, whatever you're working on can wait." He figured he'd answer all the questions fast and methodically as he headed for the stairs and up to the room he'd gotten ready. Upon arrival he very gently laid the elder on the pallet he'd made on the floor next to the fireplace with the large windows at zero opacity so the full moon could light the room.
There were various things next to the pile of blankets and pillows including food (mostly fruit) and a set of permanent markers he'd been trying to use to draw and be patient... only to lose it and kidnap Tony. And it was probably sheer impatience on his part that he'd gone off in just his pajama pants and not stopped to grab a shirt on the way. It wasn't like anyone else was awake and the door was locked to the room anyway.
...still, made me laugh XDiwantmyarmorJanuary 30 2012, 00:23:34 UTC
It wasn't so much a work-aholic as being- as being... yeah, okay so maybe he had a bit of an addiction to the whole working thing, but he couldn't be blamed. Things needed to be done, armor needed upgrading, the board of Directors needed to be soothed, Fury needed to yell at him (or at least give him the one eyed glare) and Tony...well Tony was okay with that. For the most part. He had learned a long time ago how to go from project to project to meeting with only a few cups of coffee and some well placed naps.
What Tony was not used to was someone else noticing. Or, having a someone else at all for that matter. Tony still wasn't entirely sure what to do and was really just waiting for Steve to come to his senses and run as fast as he could away from Tony. That wasn't to say that he was trying to actively ruin it, he just didn't know what to do with himself because he actually cared.
So, of course, he was burrowed away in his workshop with the music blaring and no concept of time what so ever because he had to finish these upgrade and the sooner they were done the sooner he could possibly have free time and hang out with Steve. That is, unless Steve comes storming into his workshop sans shirt and kidnaps him away, of course. Jarvis politely informs him about two seconds before Tony finds himself staring at a shirtless and determined Steve, that Captain Rogers has entered the lab and Tony only has a moment to curse his AI and his soft spot before Steve's words sink in.
"Wait, what? You can'- how- hey!" Tony is effectively rendered more or less speechless (an occasion that Jarvis is sure note because he was a terrible AI like that) by Steve's words, his terribly distracting physique (god that man was gorgeous) and that fact that he was kidnapping Tony.
The squawk that comes out of Tony's mouth as Steve moves him upstairs is only slightly undignified and totally understandable. The genius flails for a moment, a few more half sentences sputtering from his lips before he looks at what Steve has laid out. He furrows his brow and looks at Steve.
"I see no leather, what kind of kidnapper are you? Also, why didn't you just say 'Hey Tony, let's have a date?' Because I could have penciled you in and you know that I would have- okay, stop looking at me like that because your determined face is really more attractive than it should be and if you don't stop there is no way I am going to be able think straight on the field when it's needed..."
Tony let his eyes move around the room slowly as he spoke, finally coming to rest on Steve when he takes a moment to admire just how... well, beautiful the other managed ot look in sweats and moonlight.
He shifted a bit self consciously, being dressed in what were once nice dress pants (the oil ruined them), a rumpled dress shirt that had seen better days and his hair a chaotic mess. Yeah, he couldn't compare to Steve at all.
We need to quit writing novels XDneverbackeddownJanuary 30 2012, 02:02:30 UTC
To say he wasn't at least slightly smug about the look of surprise that pretty much helped him get away with the genius with little struggle would be a lie. Not that Tony could have squirmed away from Steve. And the fact he's had to get to this point meant that he wouldn't even begin to believe that Tony would have surrendered if he'd asked nicely. Regardless of 'kidnapping' the inventor, Steve was still very careful with him.
“I have to admit... the noise is adorable.” So maybe the irritation was softening just a little. But he wasn't happy yet. No, he had been pretty much ignored for at least a few days... but that had nothing to do with it! Well... it did, but Steve was trying to believe it didn't. He wanted it to be that it was a hundred percent his worry over Tony and not also half missing Tony.
“One that plans to spoil the captive, now do you really want to deter me from that?” A brow rose slowly as he watched Tony. Studying the man beneath him, he shifted to lightly brush the chaotic hair back. Blue eyes held Tony's silently before he leaned forward to tug the man up gently. Pulling at the hem of the elder's shirt, he pulled the stained shirt off over his head before kissing under Tony's ear. “I would, but the idea that pencil can be erased doesn't set well with me.” Smoothing his hands softly over Tony's chest, he moved up to give him that same determined look only softer. “Depends. Will it improve reaction time to orders?”
Resting on his hands that were pressed into the blankets on either side of Tony's head, he leaned down to kiss his lips tenderly. Finally sitting up, he regarded the now ruined dress pants with a frown. “Tony. Why do I get the feeling you ruining a pair of pants that would put one of my paychecks to shame is like a travesty?” Sighing, he shook his head and lightly moved his hands to undo the fly and slowly pull them off.
Steve wasn't the only one that looked good in moonlight mixed with the flicker of gold from the fire light. Tossing the clothes aside, he moved to straddle his hips with his knees. Part of him just... wanted to draw Tony like this. But the other just wanted his hands on him. In the end, he lowered down onto his side and pulled Tony against him. Slowly trailing his fingertips along the length of the elder's side, he smiled a little finally as the glow of the reactor lit up the skin of his own chest and Tony's in blue white light. “Tony... stay here? With me?”
Do we *need* to or is it one of those we should kind of things...iwantmyarmorJanuary 31 2012, 00:07:55 UTC
More to the point, there were very few situations in which Tony would struggle against Steve. Well, perhaps more than one would think, but unless he was really into his work there wasn't much that could take precedence over Steve. Despite what the more recent events would tell you; Tony hadn't meant to be ignoring Steve intentionally. He truly had things that needed to get done and he didn't think that Steve would miss him enough to kidnap him but he wasn't really complaining about that when it came right down to it anyway.
"Ador- I am not adorable! Nor are the noises I make…" Or the pout that is currently working its way across his face. Then again, it's kind of hard for it to stay there with the way Steve was so careful with him, the way that all of the super soldier's attention seemed to be focused on him. It made a tremor run through Tony, something sublet and bone deep and new. "You need your head checked, Rogers."
The almost impersonal words are in stark contrast by the fond look in Tony's eyes and the smile battling with the frown on his face. Humming his agreement with Steve's words, Tony returned the gaze barely noticing that his hands had started to move along the lines of Steve's torso and hips, feeling the flex and pull of the muscles as the other moved and pushed a hand through his hair. The gesture made a little bit of the tension Tony never noticed he was carrying slip free, head tipping back with a happy sound.
Steve is met with no resistance as Steve pulls him up and tugs the shirt free. There is a moment where Tony almost feels self conscious, wants to wrap his arms around himself and hide the scars that tell the world what he had done, but he doesn't, mostly because of the soft kiss Steve places below his ear, keeping him grounded. Funny how often when he was wired and chaotic, a mass of energy and momentum, how easily Steve could calm him right down with the simplest of things. "Mmm, if your orders are to jump you in the field or detail over the comm exactly what I want to do to you that might cause the villains to need therapy, then yes yes it will improve reaction time to orders."
There is an attempt at a leer, but it seems like Tony is out of practice because he can't quite get it right, coming up with something like a dopey or amused smile instead as he shivers beneath Steve's hands. A smile that is pressed against Steve's lips as he leans in to kiss him soundly, Tony's hands taking advantage of the closeness to map their way up Steve's back. "Hmmm? Pants? Oh, I normally try not to ruin the suits but sometimes the workshop calls and-" He shrugs, as if that explains everything.
Which it does, actually.
As Steve undoes his pants, Tony squirms, trying to help but it was hard when he just wanted to look. Tony wasn't an artist, not like Steve was, but that didn't stop him from admiring the beauty that the blond possessed, especially right now in low slung pants and slightly tousled hair. Look and pin down the strange fluttering that might be the arc reactor malfunctioning because he is pretty sure his heart shouldn't do that, not naturally anyway.
Letting himself be pulled against Steve, Tony furrowed his brow, wrapping an arm as best he could around Steve's waist while still keeping eye contact. He opened his mouth to comment on the set up when Steve spoke.
"…Steve." He didn't know what to say to that, didn't know how to respond to the oddly vulnerable request that felt like a solid hit to his chest. He moved one hand up and let his thumb trace the line of Steve's cheekbone, small smile on his lips. "Well, I wouldn't want to stay here with just myself and the set up, so yeah, I can do that."
XD Should... but not likely to happen. neverbackeddownJanuary 31 2012, 02:11:22 UTC
Steve had to smile softly as he listened to the man protest. “I think you protest it too much.” Nuzzling along the hairline, his eyes lightened as he drew his fingertips down the curve of his neck. He huffed a very soft laugh at the comment that there was something wrong with him. Steve figured he was just a little too new at these things. It wasn't like he could even imagine something like this when a while back people stared straight passed him. “Maybe, but I don't think so.”
Smiling a little more as he met that expression, Steve couldn't stop his fingertips from gliding over his lips. Half closing his eyes, his back arched slightly into the hands on him. Lips parted in a low gasp before he ducked his head to barely touch his forehead to Tony's shoulder. Breathing in slowly, he lifted his head and watched the man beneath him with farm more warmth and something close to adoration.
It annoyed him though, still. In a way, Steve was aware it always would because Tony was simply Tony. Sinking down to let his nose run along the curve of the brunette's ear, he exhaled softly. Chuckling lowly, he touched their noses together gently. “Tony... I'm not going to give any such orders in the middle of a battle...” And the amusement is clear in his eyes as he stared that leer down. “But if you want... I'll be happy to give things to get the job done faster. There's nothing wrong with motivation.” And honestly, saying that took a lot of false courage to say without stuttering or backing down.
Shivering at the feeling of those hands on his back, he closed his eyes. Breathing in deeply, he cupped the side of Tony's face and arched a brow. “You work too much. I respect you for it.” He did. He believed Tony worked far harder than anyone else and people seemed not to realize that. Sliding his hand down to cup his chin. “We'll clean you up for now... or... until the next time you work a set of clothes into submission.”
Dropping a kiss to Tony's chest, he smiled against the skin as his fingers drew along the man's chest. Which continued to happen as he pulled the smaller form into his arms. He ducked his head at the reply and tried not to feel insecure. In the end, he pressed his hand to the small of Tony's back and drew him hard into his body. Moving the other down to trace over Tony's thigh, he pulled it up slowly over his hip.
Tipping his head into the touch to his cheek, he moved close and kissed him again gently. “Tony...” Moving again, he cupped his head in his hands before drawing him in so their nose glided against each others. “Glad you feel that way.” With that, he tipped his head to catch his lips in a slow deep kiss. Letting his hand drift down Tony's neck, he drew soft patterns over the skin before tracing down the line of the brunette's spine.
...yeah, not at all. XDiwantmyarmorJanuary 31 2012, 03:22:39 UTC
"…isn't that Shakespear's line? I'm sure that it is. And I don't because I'm not cute. Not really. You're just… insufferable." Only not insufferable at all if the way Tony leans into the touch is any indication. It's…soothing and electric all at once and made Tony want to melt into the touch and pin Steve to the nearest surface. It was all very conflicting, but Tony was starting to get used to that, starting to get used to the way Steve was able to pull that from him with use a look and a few simple touches. "Mmmm, well I shouldn't complain if you don't, I suppose."
Tony's lips tingle in the wake of Steve's fingertips, tongue darting out as if he could taste Steve there somehow even though the other was more than close enough to touch right now. Smiling, Tony let his hands follow the same lines, blunt nails leaving small faint marks in Steve's skin that he knows won't last, but that won't stop him from making them. He can't help the curl of his thumb in the hollow of Steve's hip, or the shiver as Steve exhales against his skin.
It's the strange almost adoration in those bright blue eyes that has Tony sucking in a breath though. He doesn't know what to do with that, with the honest that Steve gives to him. He never really has. Tony is so used to people lying, used to people hiding themselves from him and this is new, new and wonderful and warm. The genius shivered and let his fingers mark along Steve's spine as the blond traces the shell of his ear and gives a shaky laugh. "Might be something worth trying though, Cap." He tries to play it off lightly, but the way that his eyes darken at that, just the thought of Steve using motivation, might betray him. "I think that's fighting dirty. Why Steve, I never knew- oh yes, actually I did. When you kidnapped me."
He…worked too much? That takes Tony by surprise. The genius doesn't move his hands, lets them draw and trace absent schematics on Steve's back as he leans, almost unconsciously, into Steve's hand. "You know, no one has ever told me I work too much. Unless I forget to sleep and eat for there days, but that was probably only because I almost lit the mansion on fire and Pepper would not have liked that…" ANd he was simply lucky that she came down to find him, apparently even he had limits.
Steve kissing him, hell touching him so easily was something that Tony still wasn't used to, it was something that he never thought he would have even as he found himself almost missing it during his times away. Even in the workshop earlier today, Tony found himself wanting that solid presence near him. He dealt with it by working harder, that's probably what lead to the completely ruined pants too. Now? Now Tony had nothing else to pull his mind away from the heat and the warmth and the pure energy that was Steve. It was like Steve was the one thing that made the numbers scatter, the one thing that could shut Tony's brain offline, let it hibernate, while just feeling took over.
It was exhilarating and terrifying at once.
Hooking his leg more securely around Steve's hip, Tony was torn between pushing up against Steve to gain some much desired friction and more of those kisses and pressing his spine into those fingers. In the end, he can't decide, body arching and pushpullwrithing against Steve, because of Steve. When the kiss breaks, Tony can feel his breath catch because of just how damn perfectly careful Steve's touch was. How cautious and caring and perfect it was.
And they just give so much to work with...neverbackeddownJanuary 31 2012, 04:02:51 UTC
“'Thou dost protest too much.' It's a possibility, but I only know I've heard it before. Not really exactly where.” He looked instantly a little shy at that. To be caught using a quote and not have the foresight to know where it was taken from felt like a crime when talking to a genius. And for a moment the reminder of how different he and Tony were was a little painful. “I wouldn't...” And those two words bore a soft hint of sadness.
Steve's fingers curled into his palm tightly when those nails bit into his skin. Eyes fluttering closed, the soldier's back arched under the contact and he was pressing into those fingers. He couldn't explain it, not even a little bit. But it was amazing. Then the touch of that thumb to his hip had him jerking a little, hips pressing firmly into Tony's. “God...”
He hummed a soft sound of utter content as his own nails dug into Tony's back just to draw him more solidly against his. Pushing his hands further down the line of his back, he managed to collect his thoughts just enough to press his lips against his ear again as his hands cupped the toned muscles of his rear. Only the sensation and desire to be close gave him that sort of courage. That and if he wanted to focus, he needed to throw Tony off balance. “Motivation... is key... I told you... I'm willing to fight dirty.”
The panted words against Tony's skin varied from his shoulder to his neck and along his jaw as his lips drew over him. And honestly? The comment about no one noticing made him frown. Wrapping his arms securely about the man's waist, he drew him in completely melding their bodies. It was something like sensual and so much more protective and dare he admit 'loving'. “Guess I need to change that. I won't kidnap you again... unless you prove me right about pencil being erasable.” Another words... putting Steve off for other things.
“You really... really should relax more.” This coming from an uptight soldier should be laughable. But Steve was more determined to make everything better for the elder. His own muscles skittered under the patterns on skin as Tony drew them and his mind ran away with that thought. Unraveling his arms, he curled his hands about the hips gently.
“Tony...” The word was soft in the genius' ear as he tipped his head to kiss him again. Keeping their lips touching, he waited to catch his eyes. “I want to draw on you...” It sounded extremely strange... but the markers he'd been experimenting with were paintbrush tips and it gave him ideas. Tony needed to unwind... and this writhing about each other wouldn't give him that. “Let me?” And not just draw... but touch his skin at his leisure... the idea enticed him so much more than he ever thought it would.
That's totally it. NOT OUR FAULT AT ALL.iwantmyarmorFebruary 1 2012, 20:57:20 UTC
There is a dismissive noise at that, Tony doesn't actually care where Steve got the line, he merely wanted something to focus on aside from the intensity and care that Steve seemed to focus on him. It was… new. Different and new and not something that Tony could deal with the way that he usually dealt with new things; taking them apart. And it seemed like that would be a problem that Tony would come across a lot with Steve if the nearly sad way that Steve said 'I wouldn't' was any indication. The genius gave Steve a curious look, unsure as to how he should deal with something like that. He would be lying if he said he understood why Steve seemed sad at all. "You'd be the first, most would like to blame insanity for their ability to tolerate me. Or maybe they blame prolonged exposure to me for insanity, either or."
He would shrug but he becomes just bit distracted with continuing to let his fingers wander over Steve's skin and spin, letting his fingertips map out terrain that was rapidly becoming as familiar as his own. Tony had never had that happen before, never had someone that he could figure out like this with touch alone, not a real person anyway (robots hardly counted, though he would be tempted to argue that the suit could fit in).
"Mmm, you know, you should kidnap me more often…" Tony gives Steve a lazy smirk, one that falters when Steve pulls him close and, as far as Tony is concerned, all but purrs into his ear. "Hn, that- that you are. I like it." The 'a lot' is lost in a gasp as Steve starts to work his mouth along Tony's jaw. Even as Tony feels himself start to lose control, slipping beneath the pull that Steve seemed to have over him, Tony didn't let his hands still. He continued to draw and link and solve equations on Steve's skin, finding the angle of the joints in the Iron Man suit against Steve's shoulder blades and the thrust of the new repulsor tech hidden in the dip of Steve's lower spine.
It is all so very different from way Tony is used to, the slow, liquid burn of pleasure that creeped over him and dripped down his spine. Nothing like the frantic almost explosive pleasure that Tony usually engaged in (usually associated with). He hums as he is pulled close, having no issue melting into Steve as those arms wrapped around him in a way that tugged at some memory in TOny's mind, but he couldn't quite place it. He couldn't remember the last time that someone held him like this, like he was-
"Relax… not something that is easy to do in my line of work. Either of them actually." The edge of the words is lost in the press of Tony's lips to skin, and the fact that he made something that was almost an upset face when Steve pull his arms away.
"You want to-" Dark eyebrows furrow, glance moving back to where he thought he saw pens of some kind, before he looked back to Steve. He wants to say something about no silly slang words or inappropriate drawings (which he would expect more of Clint than Steve really) but can't find the words when he sees the honest look on the blonds face. "I-…yeah I guess. So long as you don't cover me in pink ink or something." Okay, so maybe all the words didn't die. Most of them do, and the ones that do escape are said almost fondly.
NOT IN THE LEAST!neverbackeddownFebruary 2 2012, 04:01:20 UTC
“They're simply victims of their own lack of patience. Therefore missing out on amazing possibilities.” His tone was low and honest as he nuzzled along the curve of the genius' neck. A soft sigh escaped his lips at the feeling of those fingers on his skin... He liked it. Liked knowing that Tony was mapping out his skin again. Again. Keyword being again. From the rumors and stories, Tony never did enough repeat performances to get so familiar with anyone's skin. That gave him a slight smug amount of pride that he kept to himself.
“Is that permission to kidnap you, Mr. Stark? Because I can ink that in to my schedule.” Teasing the elder, he kissed the corner of that smirk. Moving with Tony's pull, he instantly arched at the mixed feeling of that purr against his ear and Tony's proximity. It was no wonder why he liked to derail Tony with his own assaults. Nipping sharper at his neck, he stopped with a gasp when he realized just what Tony was writing on his body. Not exactly... but he knew they were math equations and possibly engineering ones as well. And he felt the heat coil in his stomach instantly in response.
Kissing the upset look off of his lover's face, he pulled away just enough to grab the marker set. Looking at Tony steadily, he snagged a pillow and put it down beside the brunette before pulling the smaller form onto his stomach with his head on the pillow. Nodding an approval at the set him, he slowly traced the length of the man's legs with his hands purposely parting them in slow motion. In fact, the way his hands smoothed up his inner thighs proved that his intentions weren't entirely kosher.
Settling between the lithe legs, he slid his hands up the length of Tony's back, splayed his fingers then curled them so his blunt nails traced back down. Resting his palms on the rise of the posterior, he dropped his head to kiss the low point at the base of the spine. Curious as much as he was turned on, he flicked his tongue over the spot before kissing the small of his back. “I'll make it worth your while.”
Steve had a million things running through his head. So many ideas and desires to carry out on the smooth tanned skin. In the end, the possessive thoughts won out. Picking up the first marker, he kissed at the curve of his side before slowly and sensually starting a drawing at the base of Tony's spine. The soft brush tip rolled so smoothly over the contours of body and skin as he worked, sometimes slowing when he hit more erogenous spots. It wasn't much bigger around than a baseball, but the star ended up perfectly about the soft dip where the valley of the rear began. For not it was just the soft outlines of his own shield. Like a brand of possession on the beautiful inventor under him.
Softly caressing the rounded globed muscle, he dropped a few kisses down the smooth curve while he collected a marker to actually start coloring. It was like drawing and painting all at once and he was enjoying it immensely. “You okay so far?”
It was things like that, honest little quips, that only seemed to prove to Tony that Steve could not at all be real and had to be a construction of his imagination. Laughing against Steve's temple, Tony walked his fingers along Steve's spine. "No one except you has that kind of patience, Steve. Not even saints…" And he could never be more pleased about that. He sometimes wonders what he did to deserve this but never really questions it too much. It was that patience that Tony loved so much, the fact that Steve could put up with him and still challenge him that made Tony stay. Gave him a chance to know Steve and spend the time mapping out his skin like he was now.
"Mmm, Mr. Stark is my father, Steve. But you have full permission to kidnap me." He tilted his head, stealing a quick kiss before smirking a little more. "Just don't give Pepper a heart attack. People like her are hard to come by. Unless you would like to be my personal assistant as well…" The grin waivers at the nip before turning knowing when Steve gasps. The fingers never stop, continue to write lines of code along Steve's skin, the curve of his shield, the structure of vibranium, they were all absently etched against Steve's skin with his calloused fingertips.
Tony is only pulled from his task when Steve has moved, detangled himself and Tony is left without a board on which to write. Something he becomes okay with when Steve wastes no time in procuring a pillow and flipping him over. Tony twists his neck to look at Steve, trying to ignore the way his heart stutters at every feather light and reverent touch of Steve's, and opens his mouth only to have the words stolen with the simplest of touches along his leg. The moan is caught in his chest, eyes going half lidded as he shakes beneath Steve's touch and parts his legs easily, more than happy to oblige Steve in what ever he needed at this point.
"Steve-" Tony gasps, back arching as blunt nails drag down his back leaving fire in their wake, and Tony squirms. Steve hadn't even uncapped a pen and he was already melting beneath- "Hnnn, god you're ridiculous. Beautifully ridiculous." He can't help the words that spill out of his mouth, rough and awed at the sensation of lips and tongue on him like that; it was electric and soothing and Tony wanted more.
He got more when he soft and oddly sensual tip of the marker (or brush, Tony can't really tell) is dragged across his skin. Tony never knew how sensitive he was before Steve did this, now, now he knew just how easy it was to reduce him to whimpers and small noises of pleasure with just a few well placed strokes along his back. He tries his best not to move, not to disturb Steve as he works, but it is terribly difficult. Tony's fingers twist into the blanket a few times, the muscles of his thighs twitching as he slowly mentally puts together the picture that Steve is drawing on his back.
When he does, Tony can't describe the bolt of lovelustwant that goes through him, knocking the breath from his lungs.
"Steve…is that- hnnn. Yeah, good… I'm great…" He's breathless and shaky and terrified at how much he wants that mark of possession on him, but it's brilliant nonetheless.
“All the better for me, then. I won't complain.” Smiling slowly, he pressed his lips to Tony's neck and breathed him in. He loved the smell of the genius. He loved his presence and dare he say he even liked the inane sarcastic wit. Most of the time. Steve just liked being around him and tried to say that in actions rather than words. Words could be made up, but actions were finite. He knew that Tony could respect and like that.
“That's slightly disturbing.” Making a face at the thought of being this close to Howard, it was literally momentarily grossed out. “Going to refocus on you now, thanks.” Smirking just a little, he added softly. “I'll use that permission to it's fullest extent, but make sure to leave Pepper a note when you go missing.” Though...”Don't you think me as your assistant would be a little too much togetherness?” Not that he wouldn't mind. Suddenly he laughed softly and moved to whisper directly into Tony's ear. Just remember, Tony... Steve is a fast learner. “But I can show up in your office and pretend to be?”
And he could tell that the elder man liked that touch to those legs. Kissing down the curve of Tony's rear, he nipped softly at that curve where the thigh started. Licking the skin in a long soft swipe, he switched out the colors and smiled to himself. Splaying his fingers over one thigh, he hummed at the feeling of those muscles tightening under the skin. The way Tony said his name... the way his breath came and sound of his voice just blew him away. “Ridiculously crazy about you... how did that happen again?”
Steve only softly teased him as he kissed back up the curve before returning to soft long strokes of the pen perfectly inking the drawing. The care in keeping it beautifully perfect, he even managed to shade it in such a way it almost seemed like metallic paint on the vibranium curves of his shield. Finishing the fine detailing, he slowly picked up a black marker to slowly draw inked curls along the rising curve in perfect fluid motion so that if Tony wore his lower slung pants, the shield and the soft lining would peak over the waistband.
“You'll see beautiful...” He was just getting used to using endearments... but he knew Tony deserved to hear them. Smiling, he bit into Tony's side softly with a scrape of teeth as the pen never lifted off his skin. In a perfect sweeping motion, he scripted his first name on the left side of the shield. Then moving to the right, he signed his last perfectly over the skin. “I hope you have nothing against signed artwork...”
"You won't, mmm? That's…that's good. Could always use you complaining as a reason to convince you other wise though…" The words are breathed into the pillow, the engineer focusing more on the feel and weight of Steve over him than on the words that were coming out of his mouth. At this point he really hoped that there was nothing that he could say that was too damaging or embarrassing, though he should never underestimate himself around Steve, never. Especially not when Steve was doing such a good job of making it seem like words were useless with every tiny action.
"Won't hear me complain about that, nope not at al-ah" Those words literally made Tony stop and more or less choke on his breath. The images that Steve brought to the surface slammed into him like- like a fucking planet because fuck the image of Steve pretending to be his assistant was something he didn't know he needed until now. Then again that could also be thanks to the downright persuasive way Steve spoke against the shell of his ear, voice turning his bones to liquid. It takes a moment but he finds his voice. "Oh fuck, are you serious- of course you are, why wouldn't you be out to kill me with that kind of an image? God, Steve you- you- Pepper's going to need to replace me if you keep this up."
And he means that, he won't want to leave right here ever if this is what he gets. He is perfectly fine with being kidnapped, so brilliantly fine with that, and even more fine with Steve in a suit and fooling no one when pretending to be his assistant and- yet again, Tony is dragged from his thoughts at the touch of Steve's lips against the curve of his skin. He tightens his grip in the sheets and makes a noise he will forever deny was a gasped whine when he feels tongue and the broad, warm palm on his thigh. "Oh god, I don't know, but I love it- fuck Steve, you're making it hard to stay still…"
He accentuates that with another twitch of his thighs, a slightly rolling of his hips because he can't think, can't see beyond the heat that each one of Steve's movements is adding fuel to and Tony doesn't care. He muffles another noise into the pillow, whole body nearly trembling as he feels Steve add detail to the image he is almost sure is the shield and damnit, that's hot. "Steve is that- that your shield? Please tell me that's your shield because that is really, really hot and I should make that permanent shouldn't I…"
Any hope for Tony's sanity is promptly destroyed by the next words out of Steve's mouth, between the endearment and the knowledge that Steve signed him and those damn teeth, there was no way he could stay even remotely sane. Ever. At all. "Only you could make that hot, god do you even know the things that is doing to me? The things that knowing you're mark is on me does? Fuck, Steve." Tony buries his face in the pillow, body trembling with energy and need while still managing to not act on his impulse to turn around and try to ride Steve until he could't see straight. He doesn't know if he is impressed or disappointed in himself, but he thinks that the anticipation of what else Steve has in store that keeps him this compliant.
I swear... he's going to deny acting like this later. XDneverbackeddownFebruary 5 2012, 17:30:58 UTC
Chuckling lowly at Tony’s loss of concentration, he placed a kiss at the base of his neck and sighed. “I’ll complain if someone tries to take you away. But I’d rather you not use that against me.” He’d never really been jealous of anyone before mainly because the opportunity had never presented itself to him. Now… now there was Tony.
It didn’t help that Tony had ways of undoing him with just his reactions to his touch. Those reactions were the only thing that gave Steve the confidence to try things like this. And after that reaction, he was pretty sure he would definitely try to replace Pepper sometime (with her blessing) so he could be Tony’s assistant for the day… or two. But at the same time, he really didn’t want to ‘kill’ the guy with overload either. “Has anyone ever told you that your language is filthy when you’re like this?”
Trailing his fingertips along Tony’s spine, he had to smile just a little. He did this to Tony… That sound, those rushes of words… It made each push of bravery to try something new worth it. And really… Tony was a bad influence on him in some ways. Sliding his lips up the length of the brunette’s back he tipped his head to whisper directly into Tony’s ear. “It’s ok, Tony…. I can hold you still.”
It didn’t help that the rock of those hips and twitch of muscles seemed to be hard wired into Steve’s core. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips to the center of Tony’s shoulder’s and his left arm slipped possessively about the elder’s torso. Pressing his body lightly along Tony’s backside, he whispered softly against the skin. “It is my shield.” Voice rough and almost gone, he kissed over the inventor’s shoulder almost wanting Tony to melt in his hold.
The capped pen in his right hand trailed slowly down the contours of Tony’s side as he lifted his head. Part of him really wished he’d had the foresight to remove his pants first… but letting go of Tony was not a priority on his list at the moment. Hitting the dent in his hip, he traced the line slowly before nosing Tony’s neck. “Really? You like that?” It was half wonder, half growled.
And maybe he didn’t know exactly what he was doing so much as reacting, but a smooth flick of his thumb uncapped the pen and the same moment the brush tip glided over skin, he bit down into the elder’s shoulder. The elegantly scripted letters along the hip and pelvis reading ‘mine’… and he didn’t even have to see what he was doing for it to be perfectly formed.
BUT WHY. IT'S SO EFFECTIVE AT MELTING TONY. OMG, STEEEEEVE.iwantmyarmorFebruary 5 2012, 20:45:43 UTC
"You'll complain, mm? Don't worry, I wouldn't go quietly and we all know how loud I can get." As much as Tony would like to think the grin he throws over his shoulder is a smirk with the hints and edges of something darker, he knows it doesn't really work. Predominantly because Steve had him melting under each soft kiss along the back of his neck. He was so very glad no one could see him like this right now, Tony Stark turned into some boneless pile of nerves because Steve Rogers knew exactly what buttons to push and when. He almost thought it wasn't fair. Almost.
Tony almost has to wonder how Steve knows how to do this, knows how to elicit these reactions from his body, from him in a way that no one else has before. Sure he's had people in his bed that have been wonderful and mind blowing and impressive in their own rights, but never has Tony been so completely undone with such simple actions. Steve wasn't even naked, he was just talking and touching and Tony was nearly shaking apart at the seams. Maybe he had been working too hard, maybe he had just been wanting this too much, this closeness, whatever it was though he loved it. Loved it as much as he was terrified of it because Steve could ask anything of him right now and he wouldn't think twice before giving it to him.
"Fuck, this is nothing Steve, gods I can tell you a million different ways that I can think of for you to just take me right here and how much I would fucking love it and- ah, Steve…" Tony pushes back into the wandering fingertips and bites back another broken noise because everything about this was pushing his buttons. Everything from the heat that Steve put off to the drag of his lips up Tony's spine unravelled Tony a little bit more.
I can hold you still. The words echo in Tony's mind and he flat out groans, arching back against Steve, trying to get closer. "Fuck, yes, yes you can, in fact I would love it if you did. Gods, Steve, you are effectively ruining me for everything ever because fuck if I can even think straight right now." He can think only in the points of contact between their skin, the tremor in his muscles as he fights to stay somewhat still while Steve wraps an arm around him possessively (possessively, Tony doesn't quite understand that) and Steve's voice rolls over him, drips down his spine and pools in his gut like liquid gold.
Someone should really, really give him a medal for all the control that he is exerting right now.
"Hnngh, do I like that? Do you r-really ohfuckyes," Tony's hips twitch as Steve traces the line of his pelvis. "Do you really have to ask that? God, Steve you're-" Calloused hands scrabble against the sheets as Steve's teeth sink into his skin, spine arching at the floor of want through his veins. He barely registers the feeling of the pen on his hip, far too focused on getting air into his lungs and getting some control over himself to care.
"Jesusfuck- Steve, are you-fuck, you know exactly what you are doing to me don't you, gods, there is no way you couldn't know and this is perfect but you know I'm not relaxing because you have pants on and Steve-" He is not almost whining, not at all, you're crazy. He untangles one hand from the sheets to reach back and around Steve, sliding under the pants to grope and pull Steve close as he rocked back with a low noise. "You really, really shouldn't be wearing pants right now because you're driving me crazy and it is really really hard for me to behave when you pull shit like that."
So maybe Tony babbles when he is really turned on, when his brain goes lust-stupid and all he knows is want, but maybe he can coerce Steve into shutting him up that way.
.... Ok. Maybe he will. While combusting.neverbackeddownFebruary 6 2012, 01:14:41 UTC
“Promise?” He smiled at that. The idea of Tony not wanting to be taken away was a good thing. A very good thing. It made him far more sure of himself than anything else could between them. Steve didn’t know how he’d react to Tony leaving him. Really, he didn’t at all. It bordered on terrifying in some ways.
A shock of pleasure ran up his spine at Tony’s remark on so many ways he wanted to be taken. A stir of want hit him like a wave and it took so much will power not to just jump on that offer. “I think… you should share those ideas sometime… not right now though…” Clutching at the elder, he whispered over the heated skin. “I already know what I want to do with you right now…” More than he’d like to admit at that.
Inhaling sharply when Tony arched back into him, he closed his eyes and moaned lowly. Definitely already knew what he wanted to do with Tony. Tightening his hold on Tony so he could press further into him, he flushed when he realized just how much it showed that he wanted Tony with his body practically flush to the elder’s.
Shivering in need, the pen was dropped aside as he slowly sucked on the spot he’d bitten. Licking at the dents in the skin, he made a low groan when Tony reached back to touch him. He’d process the information that Tony wanted the pants off after he got over the sudden jerk of his hips that pressed his groin against the curve of the brunette’s rear.
Releasing the now marked skin of the genius’ shoulder, he gasped and moaned against as his forehead rested against the soft dark hair. “Okay… okay.” His voice was so rough and breathless he didn’t even recognize it.
Rising just enough to shimmy out of the pants after using Tony’s hand and his right to push them down. The slight undulating of his hips had the material slide off before he lightly kicked out of them. He never once released the inventor. That would give him far too much time to regain his train of thought. “Tony…”
Pressing flush once more to the length of the other man’s backside he spoke softly against his ear. “Never done this before…” And god he felt horrible about admitting that right there. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
But that didn’t stop the slow sensual grind against the man under him that pulled the most desperate sound from Steve’s chest.
...sounds like it can work. XDiwantmyarmorFebruary 6 2012, 23:05:17 UTC
"Promise that I won't go quietly or promise that I will be loud, because I can do both you know." He can do both very, very well in fact if given the chance. Tony doesn't enjoy people telling him what to do, or people trying to take him away from things that he enjoys, so he should probably feel bad if anyone was ever stupid enough to even try taking him from Steve. He is pretty sure that he would wreak havoc at that. And as for him voluntarily leaving Steve? Well that certainly wasn't something that he even considered, not even a little bit.
There are more soft (well, soft-ish) noises as Tony feels Steve pulled him close, the words for a moment stilling. I already now what I want to do with you. That gets a breathless laugh and Tony rocking back again, hips stuttering because damnit this took a lot of control. "O-oh? And what is that Steve?" His voice is rough, an edge to it that he would forever deny as being pleading. "Something you want to share?"
Tony was trying to play it off, even though he knows that by this point it was pretty much useless for him to pretend that he was anything but completely head over heels for the blond haired soldier. Steve could tell him that he wanted Tony to sit here and just eat the fruit with him at this point and, even if he pouted for a while, Tony would do it. He was terrified at how deeply Steve seemed to have managed to reach him, how easy it was for him to wrap Tony around his finger and get him to do whatever he wanted. And yet- Tony loved it.
At the inhale, Tony bows his head and pushes himself up on one forearm, head low with tendrils of hair in his face even as he arched back, closer, against Steve again. It was- it was fucking addicting. "Gods Steve, do you know how fucking beautiful you sound like that? How you feel, hnnng-"
He lets his forehead press against the pillow, breath coming shorter, rougher, as Steve sucks on the mark before the jerk of Steve's hips pulls a louder gasp from him. His body responds, fingers curling into Steve's skin hips rolling slowly, before he even realizes it. It takes Steve shimmying for him to realize that Steve as finally naked against him, and Tony plans on taking full advantage of that.
Letting his hips roll back, slow and firm and- "Fuckyes, god Steve. Need-"
The whine catches in his throat as Steve grinds against him, slow and perfect and fuck that sound was beautiful. Coupled with the words that took a moment to register, Tony bites his lip and shakes, trying to focus on the pain of his teeth against his lip so that he can respond.
"That- oh fuck that does not help me at all Steve. So hot and-hnnngh. Okay-okay," he takes a shuddering breath, head tilting to the side as the arm that was around Steve comes to curl over Steve's arm around him. He doesn't even notice that he links their fingers. "Do you- do have lube? Lube, oil, anything because we'll need that." Tony may have done this before, but pain really wasn't his thing despite how much he just wanted right now.
The chance that the cold weather was partly due, on top of the fact that he hadn't even gotten to talk too much to Tony lately. And he would probably break something if the next conversation was in a meeting. But rather than continue to just get more annoyed, he did something about it. Including setting up a nice set up near the master fireplace to solve his issues with being cold while also forcing the industrialist to relax. Which.. didn't really explain why he was marching into Tony's lab with a look of sheer determination on his face around 1 AM. Piercing blue caught Tony's eyes for only a second as the look and the words, "We have a date." erased all room for questions.
Picking Tony up in one grand gesture, the smaller man was over his shoulder and he was already heading for the door. "Yes, I am kidnapping you. No, you can't argue. No, I won't wait. And yes, whatever you're working on can wait." He figured he'd answer all the questions fast and methodically as he headed for the stairs and up to the room he'd gotten ready. Upon arrival he very gently laid the elder on the pallet he'd made on the floor next to the fireplace with the large windows at zero opacity so the full moon could light the room.
There were various things next to the pile of blankets and pillows including food (mostly fruit) and a set of permanent markers he'd been trying to use to draw and be patient... only to lose it and kidnap Tony. And it was probably sheer impatience on his part that he'd gone off in just his pajama pants and not stopped to grab a shirt on the way. It wasn't like anyone else was awake and the door was locked to the room anyway.
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What Tony was not used to was someone else noticing. Or, having a someone else at all for that matter. Tony still wasn't entirely sure what to do and was really just waiting for Steve to come to his senses and run as fast as he could away from Tony. That wasn't to say that he was trying to actively ruin it, he just didn't know what to do with himself because he actually cared.
So, of course, he was burrowed away in his workshop with the music blaring and no concept of time what so ever because he had to finish these upgrade and the sooner they were done the sooner he could possibly have free time and hang out with Steve. That is, unless Steve comes storming into his workshop sans shirt and kidnaps him away, of course. Jarvis politely informs him about two seconds before Tony finds himself staring at a shirtless and determined Steve, that Captain Rogers has entered the lab and Tony only has a moment to curse his AI and his soft spot before Steve's words sink in.
"Wait, what? You can'- how- hey!" Tony is effectively rendered more or less speechless (an occasion that Jarvis is sure note because he was a terrible AI like that) by Steve's words, his terribly distracting physique (god that man was gorgeous) and that fact that he was kidnapping Tony.
The squawk that comes out of Tony's mouth as Steve moves him upstairs is only slightly undignified and totally understandable. The genius flails for a moment, a few more half sentences sputtering from his lips before he looks at what Steve has laid out. He furrows his brow and looks at Steve.
"I see no leather, what kind of kidnapper are you? Also, why didn't you just say 'Hey Tony, let's have a date?' Because I could have penciled you in and you know that I would have- okay, stop looking at me like that because your determined face is really more attractive than it should be and if you don't stop there is no way I am going to be able think straight on the field when it's needed..."
Tony let his eyes move around the room slowly as he spoke, finally coming to rest on Steve when he takes a moment to admire just how... well, beautiful the other managed ot look in sweats and moonlight.
He shifted a bit self consciously, being dressed in what were once nice dress pants (the oil ruined them), a rumpled dress shirt that had seen better days and his hair a chaotic mess. Yeah, he couldn't compare to Steve at all.
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“I have to admit... the noise is adorable.” So maybe the irritation was softening just a little. But he wasn't happy yet. No, he had been pretty much ignored for at least a few days... but that had nothing to do with it! Well... it did, but Steve was trying to believe it didn't. He wanted it to be that it was a hundred percent his worry over Tony and not also half missing Tony.
“One that plans to spoil the captive, now do you really want to deter me from that?” A brow rose slowly as he watched Tony. Studying the man beneath him, he shifted to lightly brush the chaotic hair back. Blue eyes held Tony's silently before he leaned forward to tug the man up gently. Pulling at the hem of the elder's shirt, he pulled the stained shirt off over his head before kissing under Tony's ear. “I would, but the idea that pencil can be erased doesn't set well with me.” Smoothing his hands softly over Tony's chest, he moved up to give him that same determined look only softer. “Depends. Will it improve reaction time to orders?”
Resting on his hands that were pressed into the blankets on either side of Tony's head, he leaned down to kiss his lips tenderly. Finally sitting up, he regarded the now ruined dress pants with a frown. “Tony. Why do I get the feeling you ruining a pair of pants that would put one of my paychecks to shame is like a travesty?” Sighing, he shook his head and lightly moved his hands to undo the fly and slowly pull them off.
Steve wasn't the only one that looked good in moonlight mixed with the flicker of gold from the fire light. Tossing the clothes aside, he moved to straddle his hips with his knees. Part of him just... wanted to draw Tony like this. But the other just wanted his hands on him. In the end, he lowered down onto his side and pulled Tony against him. Slowly trailing his fingertips along the length of the elder's side, he smiled a little finally as the glow of the reactor lit up the skin of his own chest and Tony's in blue white light. “Tony... stay here? With me?”
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"Ador- I am not adorable! Nor are the noises I make…" Or the pout that is currently working its way across his face. Then again, it's kind of hard for it to stay there with the way Steve was so careful with him, the way that all of the super soldier's attention seemed to be focused on him. It made a tremor run through Tony, something sublet and bone deep and new. "You need your head checked, Rogers."
The almost impersonal words are in stark contrast by the fond look in Tony's eyes and the smile battling with the frown on his face. Humming his agreement with Steve's words, Tony returned the gaze barely noticing that his hands had started to move along the lines of Steve's torso and hips, feeling the flex and pull of the muscles as the other moved and pushed a hand through his hair. The gesture made a little bit of the tension Tony never noticed he was carrying slip free, head tipping back with a happy sound.
Steve is met with no resistance as Steve pulls him up and tugs the shirt free. There is a moment where Tony almost feels self conscious, wants to wrap his arms around himself and hide the scars that tell the world what he had done, but he doesn't, mostly because of the soft kiss Steve places below his ear, keeping him grounded. Funny how often when he was wired and chaotic, a mass of energy and momentum, how easily Steve could calm him right down with the simplest of things. "Mmm, if your orders are to jump you in the field or detail over the comm exactly what I want to do to you that might cause the villains to need therapy, then yes yes it will improve reaction time to orders."
There is an attempt at a leer, but it seems like Tony is out of practice because he can't quite get it right, coming up with something like a dopey or amused smile instead as he shivers beneath Steve's hands. A smile that is pressed against Steve's lips as he leans in to kiss him soundly, Tony's hands taking advantage of the closeness to map their way up Steve's back. "Hmmm? Pants? Oh, I normally try not to ruin the suits but sometimes the workshop calls and-" He shrugs, as if that explains everything.
Which it does, actually.
As Steve undoes his pants, Tony squirms, trying to help but it was hard when he just wanted to look. Tony wasn't an artist, not like Steve was, but that didn't stop him from admiring the beauty that the blond possessed, especially right now in low slung pants and slightly tousled hair. Look and pin down the strange fluttering that might be the arc reactor malfunctioning because he is pretty sure his heart shouldn't do that, not naturally anyway.
Letting himself be pulled against Steve, Tony furrowed his brow, wrapping an arm as best he could around Steve's waist while still keeping eye contact. He opened his mouth to comment on the set up when Steve spoke.
"…Steve." He didn't know what to say to that, didn't know how to respond to the oddly vulnerable request that felt like a solid hit to his chest. He moved one hand up and let his thumb trace the line of Steve's cheekbone, small smile on his lips. "Well, I wouldn't want to stay here with just myself and the set up, so yeah, I can do that."
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Smiling a little more as he met that expression, Steve couldn't stop his fingertips from gliding over his lips. Half closing his eyes, his back arched slightly into the hands on him. Lips parted in a low gasp before he ducked his head to barely touch his forehead to Tony's shoulder. Breathing in slowly, he lifted his head and watched the man beneath him with farm more warmth and something close to adoration.
It annoyed him though, still. In a way, Steve was aware it always would because Tony was simply Tony. Sinking down to let his nose run along the curve of the brunette's ear, he exhaled softly. Chuckling lowly, he touched their noses together gently. “Tony... I'm not going to give any such orders in the middle of a battle...” And the amusement is clear in his eyes as he stared that leer down. “But if you want... I'll be happy to give things to get the job done faster. There's nothing wrong with motivation.” And honestly, saying that took a lot of false courage to say without stuttering or backing down.
Shivering at the feeling of those hands on his back, he closed his eyes. Breathing in deeply, he cupped the side of Tony's face and arched a brow. “You work too much. I respect you for it.” He did. He believed Tony worked far harder than anyone else and people seemed not to realize that. Sliding his hand down to cup his chin. “We'll clean you up for now... or... until the next time you work a set of clothes into submission.”
Dropping a kiss to Tony's chest, he smiled against the skin as his fingers drew along the man's chest. Which continued to happen as he pulled the smaller form into his arms. He ducked his head at the reply and tried not to feel insecure. In the end, he pressed his hand to the small of Tony's back and drew him hard into his body. Moving the other down to trace over Tony's thigh, he pulled it up slowly over his hip.
Tipping his head into the touch to his cheek, he moved close and kissed him again gently. “Tony...” Moving again, he cupped his head in his hands before drawing him in so their nose glided against each others. “Glad you feel that way.” With that, he tipped his head to catch his lips in a slow deep kiss. Letting his hand drift down Tony's neck, he drew soft patterns over the skin before tracing down the line of the brunette's spine.
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Tony's lips tingle in the wake of Steve's fingertips, tongue darting out as if he could taste Steve there somehow even though the other was more than close enough to touch right now. Smiling, Tony let his hands follow the same lines, blunt nails leaving small faint marks in Steve's skin that he knows won't last, but that won't stop him from making them. He can't help the curl of his thumb in the hollow of Steve's hip, or the shiver as Steve exhales against his skin.
It's the strange almost adoration in those bright blue eyes that has Tony sucking in a breath though. He doesn't know what to do with that, with the honest that Steve gives to him. He never really has. Tony is so used to people lying, used to people hiding themselves from him and this is new, new and wonderful and warm. The genius shivered and let his fingers mark along Steve's spine as the blond traces the shell of his ear and gives a shaky laugh. "Might be something worth trying though, Cap." He tries to play it off lightly, but the way that his eyes darken at that, just the thought of Steve using motivation, might betray him. "I think that's fighting dirty. Why Steve, I never knew- oh yes, actually I did. When you kidnapped me."
He…worked too much? That takes Tony by surprise. The genius doesn't move his hands, lets them draw and trace absent schematics on Steve's back as he leans, almost unconsciously, into Steve's hand. "You know, no one has ever told me I work too much. Unless I forget to sleep and eat for there days, but that was probably only because I almost lit the mansion on fire and Pepper would not have liked that…" ANd he was simply lucky that she came down to find him, apparently even he had limits.
Steve kissing him, hell touching him so easily was something that Tony still wasn't used to, it was something that he never thought he would have even as he found himself almost missing it during his times away. Even in the workshop earlier today, Tony found himself wanting that solid presence near him. He dealt with it by working harder, that's probably what lead to the completely ruined pants too. Now? Now Tony had nothing else to pull his mind away from the heat and the warmth and the pure energy that was Steve. It was like Steve was the one thing that made the numbers scatter, the one thing that could shut Tony's brain offline, let it hibernate, while just feeling took over.
It was exhilarating and terrifying at once.
Hooking his leg more securely around Steve's hip, Tony was torn between pushing up against Steve to gain some much desired friction and more of those kisses and pressing his spine into those fingers. In the end, he can't decide, body arching and pushpullwrithing against Steve, because of Steve. When the kiss breaks, Tony can feel his breath catch because of just how damn perfectly careful Steve's touch was. How cautious and caring and perfect it was.
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Steve's fingers curled into his palm tightly when those nails bit into his skin. Eyes fluttering closed, the soldier's back arched under the contact and he was pressing into those fingers. He couldn't explain it, not even a little bit. But it was amazing. Then the touch of that thumb to his hip had him jerking a little, hips pressing firmly into Tony's. “God...”
He hummed a soft sound of utter content as his own nails dug into Tony's back just to draw him more solidly against his. Pushing his hands further down the line of his back, he managed to collect his thoughts just enough to press his lips against his ear again as his hands cupped the toned muscles of his rear. Only the sensation and desire to be close gave him that sort of courage. That and if he wanted to focus, he needed to throw Tony off balance. “Motivation... is key... I told you... I'm willing to fight dirty.”
The panted words against Tony's skin varied from his shoulder to his neck and along his jaw as his lips drew over him. And honestly? The comment about no one noticing made him frown. Wrapping his arms securely about the man's waist, he drew him in completely melding their bodies. It was something like sensual and so much more protective and dare he admit 'loving'. “Guess I need to change that. I won't kidnap you again... unless you prove me right about pencil being erasable.” Another words... putting Steve off for other things.
“You really... really should relax more.” This coming from an uptight soldier should be laughable. But Steve was more determined to make everything better for the elder. His own muscles skittered under the patterns on skin as Tony drew them and his mind ran away with that thought. Unraveling his arms, he curled his hands about the hips gently.
“Tony...” The word was soft in the genius' ear as he tipped his head to kiss him again. Keeping their lips touching, he waited to catch his eyes. “I want to draw on you...” It sounded extremely strange... but the markers he'd been experimenting with were paintbrush tips and it gave him ideas. Tony needed to unwind... and this writhing about each other wouldn't give him that. “Let me?” And not just draw... but touch his skin at his leisure... the idea enticed him so much more than he ever thought it would.
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He would shrug but he becomes just bit distracted with continuing to let his fingers wander over Steve's skin and spin, letting his fingertips map out terrain that was rapidly becoming as familiar as his own. Tony had never had that happen before, never had someone that he could figure out like this with touch alone, not a real person anyway (robots hardly counted, though he would be tempted to argue that the suit could fit in).
"Mmm, you know, you should kidnap me more often…" Tony gives Steve a lazy smirk, one that falters when Steve pulls him close and, as far as Tony is concerned, all but purrs into his ear. "Hn, that- that you are. I like it." The 'a lot' is lost in a gasp as Steve starts to work his mouth along Tony's jaw. Even as Tony feels himself start to lose control, slipping beneath the pull that Steve seemed to have over him, Tony didn't let his hands still. He continued to draw and link and solve equations on Steve's skin, finding the angle of the joints in the Iron Man suit against Steve's shoulder blades and the thrust of the new repulsor tech hidden in the dip of Steve's lower spine.
It is all so very different from way Tony is used to, the slow, liquid burn of pleasure that creeped over him and dripped down his spine. Nothing like the frantic almost explosive pleasure that Tony usually engaged in (usually associated with). He hums as he is pulled close, having no issue melting into Steve as those arms wrapped around him in a way that tugged at some memory in TOny's mind, but he couldn't quite place it. He couldn't remember the last time that someone held him like this, like he was-
"Relax… not something that is easy to do in my line of work. Either of them actually." The edge of the words is lost in the press of Tony's lips to skin, and the fact that he made something that was almost an upset face when Steve pull his arms away.
"You want to-" Dark eyebrows furrow, glance moving back to where he thought he saw pens of some kind, before he looked back to Steve. He wants to say something about no silly slang words or inappropriate drawings (which he would expect more of Clint than Steve really) but can't find the words when he sees the honest look on the blonds face. "I-…yeah I guess. So long as you don't cover me in pink ink or something." Okay, so maybe all the words didn't die. Most of them do, and the ones that do escape are said almost fondly.
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“Is that permission to kidnap you, Mr. Stark? Because I can ink that in to my schedule.” Teasing the elder, he kissed the corner of that smirk. Moving with Tony's pull, he instantly arched at the mixed feeling of that purr against his ear and Tony's proximity. It was no wonder why he liked to derail Tony with his own assaults. Nipping sharper at his neck, he stopped with a gasp when he realized just what Tony was writing on his body. Not exactly... but he knew they were math equations and possibly engineering ones as well. And he felt the heat coil in his stomach instantly in response.
Kissing the upset look off of his lover's face, he pulled away just enough to grab the marker set. Looking at Tony steadily, he snagged a pillow and put it down beside the brunette before pulling the smaller form onto his stomach with his head on the pillow. Nodding an approval at the set him, he slowly traced the length of the man's legs with his hands purposely parting them in slow motion. In fact, the way his hands smoothed up his inner thighs proved that his intentions weren't entirely kosher.
Settling between the lithe legs, he slid his hands up the length of Tony's back, splayed his fingers then curled them so his blunt nails traced back down. Resting his palms on the rise of the posterior, he dropped his head to kiss the low point at the base of the spine. Curious as much as he was turned on, he flicked his tongue over the spot before kissing the small of his back. “I'll make it worth your while.”
Steve had a million things running through his head. So many ideas and desires to carry out on the smooth tanned skin. In the end, the possessive thoughts won out. Picking up the first marker, he kissed at the curve of his side before slowly and sensually starting a drawing at the base of Tony's spine. The soft brush tip rolled so smoothly over the contours of body and skin as he worked, sometimes slowing when he hit more erogenous spots. It wasn't much bigger around than a baseball, but the star ended up perfectly about the soft dip where the valley of the rear began. For not it was just the soft outlines of his own shield. Like a brand of possession on the beautiful inventor under him.
Softly caressing the rounded globed muscle, he dropped a few kisses down the smooth curve while he collected a marker to actually start coloring. It was like drawing and painting all at once and he was enjoying it immensely. “You okay so far?”
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"Mmm, Mr. Stark is my father, Steve. But you have full permission to kidnap me." He tilted his head, stealing a quick kiss before smirking a little more. "Just don't give Pepper a heart attack. People like her are hard to come by. Unless you would like to be my personal assistant as well…" The grin waivers at the nip before turning knowing when Steve gasps. The fingers never stop, continue to write lines of code along Steve's skin, the curve of his shield, the structure of vibranium, they were all absently etched against Steve's skin with his calloused fingertips.
Tony is only pulled from his task when Steve has moved, detangled himself and Tony is left without a board on which to write. Something he becomes okay with when Steve wastes no time in procuring a pillow and flipping him over. Tony twists his neck to look at Steve, trying to ignore the way his heart stutters at every feather light and reverent touch of Steve's, and opens his mouth only to have the words stolen with the simplest of touches along his leg. The moan is caught in his chest, eyes going half lidded as he shakes beneath Steve's touch and parts his legs easily, more than happy to oblige Steve in what ever he needed at this point.
"Steve-" Tony gasps, back arching as blunt nails drag down his back leaving fire in their wake, and Tony squirms. Steve hadn't even uncapped a pen and he was already melting beneath- "Hnnn, god you're ridiculous. Beautifully ridiculous." He can't help the words that spill out of his mouth, rough and awed at the sensation of lips and tongue on him like that; it was electric and soothing and Tony wanted more.
He got more when he soft and oddly sensual tip of the marker (or brush, Tony can't really tell) is dragged across his skin. Tony never knew how sensitive he was before Steve did this, now, now he knew just how easy it was to reduce him to whimpers and small noises of pleasure with just a few well placed strokes along his back. He tries his best not to move, not to disturb Steve as he works, but it is terribly difficult. Tony's fingers twist into the blanket a few times, the muscles of his thighs twitching as he slowly mentally puts together the picture that Steve is drawing on his back.
When he does, Tony can't describe the bolt of lovelustwant that goes through him, knocking the breath from his lungs.
"Steve…is that- hnnn. Yeah, good… I'm great…" He's breathless and shaky and terrified at how much he wants that mark of possession on him, but it's brilliant nonetheless.
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“That's slightly disturbing.” Making a face at the thought of being this close to Howard, it was literally momentarily grossed out. “Going to refocus on you now, thanks.” Smirking just a little, he added softly. “I'll use that permission to it's fullest extent, but make sure to leave Pepper a note when you go missing.” Though...”Don't you think me as your assistant would be a little too much togetherness?” Not that he wouldn't mind. Suddenly he laughed softly and moved to whisper directly into Tony's ear. Just remember, Tony... Steve is a fast learner. “But I can show up in your office and pretend to be?”
And he could tell that the elder man liked that touch to those legs. Kissing down the curve of Tony's rear, he nipped softly at that curve where the thigh started. Licking the skin in a long soft swipe, he switched out the colors and smiled to himself. Splaying his fingers over one thigh, he hummed at the feeling of those muscles tightening under the skin. The way Tony said his name... the way his breath came and sound of his voice just blew him away. “Ridiculously crazy about you... how did that happen again?”
Steve only softly teased him as he kissed back up the curve before returning to soft long strokes of the pen perfectly inking the drawing. The care in keeping it beautifully perfect, he even managed to shade it in such a way it almost seemed like metallic paint on the vibranium curves of his shield. Finishing the fine detailing, he slowly picked up a black marker to slowly draw inked curls along the rising curve in perfect fluid motion so that if Tony wore his lower slung pants, the shield and the soft lining would peak over the waistband.
“You'll see beautiful...” He was just getting used to using endearments... but he knew Tony deserved to hear them. Smiling, he bit into Tony's side softly with a scrape of teeth as the pen never lifted off his skin. In a perfect sweeping motion, he scripted his first name on the left side of the shield. Then moving to the right, he signed his last perfectly over the skin. “I hope you have nothing against signed artwork...”
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"Won't hear me complain about that, nope not at al-ah" Those words literally made Tony stop and more or less choke on his breath. The images that Steve brought to the surface slammed into him like- like a fucking planet because fuck the image of Steve pretending to be his assistant was something he didn't know he needed until now. Then again that could also be thanks to the downright persuasive way Steve spoke against the shell of his ear, voice turning his bones to liquid. It takes a moment but he finds his voice. "Oh fuck, are you serious- of course you are, why wouldn't you be out to kill me with that kind of an image? God, Steve you- you- Pepper's going to need to replace me if you keep this up."
And he means that, he won't want to leave right here ever if this is what he gets. He is perfectly fine with being kidnapped, so brilliantly fine with that, and even more fine with Steve in a suit and fooling no one when pretending to be his assistant and- yet again, Tony is dragged from his thoughts at the touch of Steve's lips against the curve of his skin. He tightens his grip in the sheets and makes a noise he will forever deny was a gasped whine when he feels tongue and the broad, warm palm on his thigh. "Oh god, I don't know, but I love it- fuck Steve, you're making it hard to stay still…"
He accentuates that with another twitch of his thighs, a slightly rolling of his hips because he can't think, can't see beyond the heat that each one of Steve's movements is adding fuel to and Tony doesn't care. He muffles another noise into the pillow, whole body nearly trembling as he feels Steve add detail to the image he is almost sure is the shield and damnit, that's hot. "Steve is that- that your shield? Please tell me that's your shield because that is really, really hot and I should make that permanent shouldn't I…"
Any hope for Tony's sanity is promptly destroyed by the next words out of Steve's mouth, between the endearment and the knowledge that Steve signed him and those damn teeth, there was no way he could stay even remotely sane. Ever. At all. "Only you could make that hot, god do you even know the things that is doing to me? The things that knowing you're mark is on me does? Fuck, Steve." Tony buries his face in the pillow, body trembling with energy and need while still managing to not act on his impulse to turn around and try to ride Steve until he could't see straight. He doesn't know if he is impressed or disappointed in himself, but he thinks that the anticipation of what else Steve has in store that keeps him this compliant.
Well that and it's Steve.
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It didn’t help that Tony had ways of undoing him with just his reactions to his touch. Those reactions were the only thing that gave Steve the confidence to try things like this. And after that reaction, he was pretty sure he would definitely try to replace Pepper sometime (with her blessing) so he could be Tony’s assistant for the day… or two. But at the same time, he really didn’t want to ‘kill’ the guy with overload either. “Has anyone ever told you that your language is filthy when you’re like this?”
Trailing his fingertips along Tony’s spine, he had to smile just a little. He did this to Tony… That sound, those rushes of words… It made each push of bravery to try something new worth it. And really… Tony was a bad influence on him in some ways. Sliding his lips up the length of the brunette’s back he tipped his head to whisper directly into Tony’s ear. “It’s ok, Tony…. I can hold you still.”
It didn’t help that the rock of those hips and twitch of muscles seemed to be hard wired into Steve’s core. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips to the center of Tony’s shoulder’s and his left arm slipped possessively about the elder’s torso. Pressing his body lightly along Tony’s backside, he whispered softly against the skin. “It is my shield.” Voice rough and almost gone, he kissed over the inventor’s shoulder almost wanting Tony to melt in his hold.
The capped pen in his right hand trailed slowly down the contours of Tony’s side as he lifted his head. Part of him really wished he’d had the foresight to remove his pants first… but letting go of Tony was not a priority on his list at the moment. Hitting the dent in his hip, he traced the line slowly before nosing Tony’s neck. “Really? You like that?” It was half wonder, half growled.
And maybe he didn’t know exactly what he was doing so much as reacting, but a smooth flick of his thumb uncapped the pen and the same moment the brush tip glided over skin, he bit down into the elder’s shoulder. The elegantly scripted letters along the hip and pelvis reading ‘mine’… and he didn’t even have to see what he was doing for it to be perfectly formed.
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Tony almost has to wonder how Steve knows how to do this, knows how to elicit these reactions from his body, from him in a way that no one else has before. Sure he's had people in his bed that have been wonderful and mind blowing and impressive in their own rights, but never has Tony been so completely undone with such simple actions. Steve wasn't even naked, he was just talking and touching and Tony was nearly shaking apart at the seams. Maybe he had been working too hard, maybe he had just been wanting this too much, this closeness, whatever it was though he loved it. Loved it as much as he was terrified of it because Steve could ask anything of him right now and he wouldn't think twice before giving it to him.
"Fuck, this is nothing Steve, gods I can tell you a million different ways that I can think of for you to just take me right here and how much I would fucking love it and- ah, Steve…" Tony pushes back into the wandering fingertips and bites back another broken noise because everything about this was pushing his buttons. Everything from the heat that Steve put off to the drag of his lips up Tony's spine unravelled Tony a little bit more.
I can hold you still. The words echo in Tony's mind and he flat out groans, arching back against Steve, trying to get closer. "Fuck, yes, yes you can, in fact I would love it if you did. Gods, Steve, you are effectively ruining me for everything ever because fuck if I can even think straight right now." He can think only in the points of contact between their skin, the tremor in his muscles as he fights to stay somewhat still while Steve wraps an arm around him possessively (possessively, Tony doesn't quite understand that) and Steve's voice rolls over him, drips down his spine and pools in his gut like liquid gold.
Someone should really, really give him a medal for all the control that he is exerting right now.
"Hnngh, do I like that? Do you r-really ohfuckyes," Tony's hips twitch as Steve traces the line of his pelvis. "Do you really have to ask that? God, Steve you're-" Calloused hands scrabble against the sheets as Steve's teeth sink into his skin, spine arching at the floor of want through his veins. He barely registers the feeling of the pen on his hip, far too focused on getting air into his lungs and getting some control over himself to care.
"Jesusfuck- Steve, are you-fuck, you know exactly what you are doing to me don't you, gods, there is no way you couldn't know and this is perfect but you know I'm not relaxing because you have pants on and Steve-" He is not almost whining, not at all, you're crazy. He untangles one hand from the sheets to reach back and around Steve, sliding under the pants to grope and pull Steve close as he rocked back with a low noise. "You really, really shouldn't be wearing pants right now because you're driving me crazy and it is really really hard for me to behave when you pull shit like that."
So maybe Tony babbles when he is really turned on, when his brain goes lust-stupid and all he knows is want, but maybe he can coerce Steve into shutting him up that way.
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A shock of pleasure ran up his spine at Tony’s remark on so many ways he wanted to be taken. A stir of want hit him like a wave and it took so much will power not to just jump on that offer. “I think… you should share those ideas sometime… not right now though…” Clutching at the elder, he whispered over the heated skin. “I already know what I want to do with you right now…” More than he’d like to admit at that.
Inhaling sharply when Tony arched back into him, he closed his eyes and moaned lowly. Definitely already knew what he wanted to do with Tony. Tightening his hold on Tony so he could press further into him, he flushed when he realized just how much it showed that he wanted Tony with his body practically flush to the elder’s.
Shivering in need, the pen was dropped aside as he slowly sucked on the spot he’d bitten. Licking at the dents in the skin, he made a low groan when Tony reached back to touch him. He’d process the information that Tony wanted the pants off after he got over the sudden jerk of his hips that pressed his groin against the curve of the brunette’s rear.
Releasing the now marked skin of the genius’ shoulder, he gasped and moaned against as his forehead rested against the soft dark hair. “Okay… okay.” His voice was so rough and breathless he didn’t even recognize it.
Rising just enough to shimmy out of the pants after using Tony’s hand and his right to push them down. The slight undulating of his hips had the material slide off before he lightly kicked out of them. He never once released the inventor. That would give him far too much time to regain his train of thought. “Tony…”
Pressing flush once more to the length of the other man’s backside he spoke softly against his ear. “Never done this before…” And god he felt horrible about admitting that right there. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
But that didn’t stop the slow sensual grind against the man under him that pulled the most desperate sound from Steve’s chest.
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There are more soft (well, soft-ish) noises as Tony feels Steve pulled him close, the words for a moment stilling. I already now what I want to do with you. That gets a breathless laugh and Tony rocking back again, hips stuttering because damnit this took a lot of control. "O-oh? And what is that Steve?" His voice is rough, an edge to it that he would forever deny as being pleading. "Something you want to share?"
Tony was trying to play it off, even though he knows that by this point it was pretty much useless for him to pretend that he was anything but completely head over heels for the blond haired soldier. Steve could tell him that he wanted Tony to sit here and just eat the fruit with him at this point and, even if he pouted for a while, Tony would do it. He was terrified at how deeply Steve seemed to have managed to reach him, how easy it was for him to wrap Tony around his finger and get him to do whatever he wanted. And yet- Tony loved it.
At the inhale, Tony bows his head and pushes himself up on one forearm, head low with tendrils of hair in his face even as he arched back, closer, against Steve again. It was- it was fucking addicting. "Gods Steve, do you know how fucking beautiful you sound like that? How you feel, hnnng-"
He lets his forehead press against the pillow, breath coming shorter, rougher, as Steve sucks on the mark before the jerk of Steve's hips pulls a louder gasp from him. His body responds, fingers curling into Steve's skin hips rolling slowly, before he even realizes it. It takes Steve shimmying for him to realize that Steve as finally naked against him, and Tony plans on taking full advantage of that.
Letting his hips roll back, slow and firm and- "Fuckyes, god Steve. Need-"
The whine catches in his throat as Steve grinds against him, slow and perfect and fuck that sound was beautiful. Coupled with the words that took a moment to register, Tony bites his lip and shakes, trying to focus on the pain of his teeth against his lip so that he can respond.
"That- oh fuck that does not help me at all Steve. So hot and-hnnngh. Okay-okay," he takes a shuddering breath, head tilting to the side as the arm that was around Steve comes to curl over Steve's arm around him. He doesn't even notice that he links their fingers. "Do you- do have lube? Lube, oil, anything because we'll need that." Tony may have done this before, but pain really wasn't his thing despite how much he just wanted right now.
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