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.
“Promise me you won’t leave… But the loud would also be amusing and not under appreciated. There’s definitely something about your voice…” Teasing him lightly, it covered the seriousness of his desire to keep Tony. He could laugh it off. Because even if Tony said they could be exclusive, they’d never gone further than that. Which made him more careful with his words at the best of times.
Steve’s breath came in a rough exhale as Tony rocked back into him. Like this… just like this. Just… with a slight altered details. Steve didn’t want ‘sex’… he wanted to make love to him. He just refused to call it that. Even he knew that Tony would run like a scared cat at it being verbalized at this point. “I think I like the idea of you figuring it out as we go…”
The thought of how he’d searched the web for ideas on how this was done hit him with a rush of heat to his face. God, he’d felt like a pervert as he read things and stumbled onto videos that had him choking and fumbling to turn the tablet off before someone like Clint walked in. Explanations fleed the scene the moment someone asked ‘is that porn?’ of Steve Rogers.
But that was for other times. Right now? Tony looked too amazing like he was under him. Groaning at the arch of that supple form into his own, he kissed at the nape of the man’s neck almost desperately. “Tony…” Groaning at the thought of the noises he made, he pressed his forehead into the dark hair.
Only to jerk into Tony suddenly at the hard press of those hips into his own. “Oh…” Gasping in shock and pleasure, he jerked his hips a little harder into Tony than he’d meant to. “Ah!” A fist hit into the blankets beside Tony with a muffled thud as he forced his fingers on Tony’s chest to splay out and not grip him too hard.
He was literally shaking. Head to foot with inexplicable need. Panting against Tony’s skin, he really did try to figure out what he was asking him… And when it did connect, he looked around the room blurry eyed and shyly saw the other things he’d bought just in case it went further. Be prepared, right?
When he pried his hand from the blankets, he softly squeezed Tony’s hand in his before picking up the tube and setting it down next to the brunette. He knew in theory what to do.. but theory wasn’t good enough. “Tony…?” He sounded almost like he was lost as he pressed his face into the soft hair. “Promise me I won’t hurt you… we…” Didn’t have to do anything. But god, he was so far gone drunk on lust and need for the genius.
....one day he might have shame. One day...iwantmyarmorFebruary 8 2012, 02:46:03 UTC
"Hnnn, you like my voice then?" Tony chuckles, moving against Steve still, taking the teasing even as he tries to process Steve's words. He knows that there is something more to that, that there is a grain of truth to Steve asking him to promise that he won't leave. Honestly, he wouldn't leave, not unless Steve asked him to, but that was not something that they had discussed. Something he didn't really think Steve would want to discuss. "That give me permission to call you when I am away on business trips for phone sex? Because I could get behind that…"
And Tony so could enjoy that, almost as much as he enjoyed this, the pushpullburn that was coursing through his veins. Feeling Steve's rough breath, the way he hummed with tension and what Tony could only describe as want, was addictive and delicious and he never wanted anything more. He pushed back again, pushing himself up on his forearm a little more as he arched back into Steve, feeling the slide and friction of skin on skin and the electric pleasure that it sparked through his veins. This was- this was a whole hell of a lot better than working in the workshop for hours on end.
The engineer groaned, low and broken, thoughts scattered as he feels Steve's lips on his neck, making him so very desperate for this to just go faster, so that he could feel Steve closer and more. "Steve, oh fuck just- gods you sound so fucking hot, wish- wish I could see you fall apart."
His words and breath hitch, the tangle of syllables caught on his tongue when Steve's hips snap foreword a little harder than he was expecting. His spine curved, moving back into Steve as his head dropped and pressed into the pillow with a muffled noise because fuck that's what he wanted. Mostly. Giving himself a moment to pant against the pillow, he gives the blond a shaky grin when he sees just why the soldier pulled away. That, that little tube would certainly help him get what he wanted. Which was Steve in him, the sooner the better.
Taking the almost pleading note to his voice, Tony unwinds his fingers from Steve and grabs the tube. "They teach you that in the army? Hnnng, move back, just…let me-" Tony shifts, arranging it to his knees were pulled up, ass raised and he was steady on his forearms. "Promise you won't hurt me, promise Steve… can you- just…here." Turning his head to kiss Steve quickly, he motioned for the soldier to settle back away from him. He waited for Steve to sit back, and as much as he hated the loss of heat and touch and everything, well he could return the favour and tease Steve a little more now.
Grinning, Tony popped the cap and coated two fingers with a little more lube than normal but, well, it had been a while and he would like to get to the whole steve in him thing sooner rather than later, teasing aside. Bracing himself on his left forearm, Tony curved his spine, reached back and let his fingers tease at his opening; it wasn't a huge display, just enough to pull a stuttered breath from him before he pushed one finger in, slowly. Head falling to the pillow, Tony shut his eyes instinctively, Steve's name escaping from him in a breathless whine before he started to slowly move his finger, eyes opening and look back at Steve, pupils blown wide with want. "Fuck, yesss, gods I can't wait Steve, fuck I have wanted you for so long, so lo-hnnn."
His words hitched and failed as he slowly pushed a second finger in, teeth biting at his lower lip to keep him somewhat concentrated. Somewhat.
XD He gets more results if he's not?neverbackeddownFebruary 9 2012, 05:39:14 UTC
“I really do...” It was so rich... and soothing. Sometimes he liked sitting in the lab just to listen to Tony talk. It mellowed him out and pulled the stress right out of him. Beyond that, he was thankful Tony didn't call him on how attached he was to the man. Then the thought of 'phone sex' hit. Flushing at the thought of what that could possibly be, he didn't know how to respond to it. “That sounds... scandalous... Tony... that wouldn't be the best idea.” If only cause he knew he'd stumble all over his words anyway.
But the thoughts were broken and incoherent from the way Tony was pushing his body into Steve's. The battle was fast moving from what to do to get to that goal to not losing control. With each rise of that perfect form fitting into his own, he was losing his ability to keep himself from just taking... And he'd rather cut off his own arm than ever hurt Tony. Biting into that soft spot at the nape of the elder's neck, he focused on breathing and just shivering against Tony's body.
Then his eyes fluttered open only to roll back in pleasure at the sound of those words. Releasing the new set of marks, he moaned low and soft as his hips ground down into the pliant form. “If... If you want... y-you can... turn over.” Steve admitted to himself he liked holding Tony down like this... but if the man wanted to see him, he'd give him anything he wanted. Anything.
When he finally regained himself from that hard thrust, he stared dazedly at that grin and felt a burst of butterflies in his chest. Smiling in return, he trailed his hands down Tony's sides dragging his nails. “Teach me what?” His eyes turned curious at that comment before he nodded once after that kiss and moved away. Reluctantly. Steve didn't want to lose any of the bodily contact. Tony's warmth still radiated all over him and he felt a rush of cool at the loss.
But that was easily forgotten at the display of Tony's form in front of him. He literally moans at the sight of that finger disappearing inside of him. He'd thought the explanations for men having sex had been dirty and possibly close to impossible in his mind... but he'd still wanted to try. Because he wanted to be closer to Tony. But this? “Oh god...” The words came out breathless, as he got impossibly more turned on by the sight. Fingers twitching in his lap, he nearly moved forward when Tony talked that way. Even if he thought he'd never get into dirty talk... Tony made him want to act in a frenzy of need.
“How long?” The rough words left him followed by an almost whimper as the second finger slid inside. He couldn't stay away any longer. Slipping closer, he slid his hands over the rounded globes of flesh and softly kissed and nipped over the soft skin while making sure to watch those fingers. One of Steve's hands drifted down to press a thumb lightly along the stretched puckered rim and rubbed softly. Dragging the touch down to brush the softer skin of the scrotum, he breathed in roughly. “Tony... God, look at you...”
“Does... does it hurt?” He had to worry. Even if he wanted to feel that completion right now... he wanted Tony to be feeling well first. “Can... How many fingers are you going to put in?”
...well then.iwantmyarmorFebruary 10 2012, 01:32:44 UTC
"G-good to know…" That might be a little bit of information that Tony will be using to his advantage at the best of times there, Steve. The engineer laughs, breathless, at the pause while Steve processes the 'phone sex' comment. Rolling back with a pointed moan, Tony tilted his head to look at Steve. "Mmm, maybe a bit. But it can get awfully lonely when I'm on business for weeks and Pepper doesn't like when I take the suit and- hnnng- I just- Just call you and tell you exactly how much I miss you."
His words are breathless and stuttered because as much as he wants to tell Steve exactly what he could do over the phone, his rational mind is having a fair bit of difficulty functioning right now. Steve was so close, and warm and god the noises he was making were driving Tony mad. When he feels teeth at the nape of his neck, Tony bites off a shout of Steve's name, rocking back harder. It was really hard to tease Steve when he was so damn hell bent on making Tony incoherent before anything was possible.
"Yes, god Steve, do you even- fuck, do you even know how badly I need right now?" It's a broken confession, peppered with Tony's hands curling in the blanket and a few more pleasured noises because fuck Steve was making him mindless, and they hadn't even gotten to the sex part. Tony wasn't sure if he would survive this. Not that he was upset if this was the way he was going to go out, oh no.
Tony was trying so hard to keep himself together just a little bit, flashing that smile and trying not to shake apart at the feel of Steve's nails on his skin, but it was really really hard. "To be- never mind, just- watch."
It was different, doing this with someone watching. WHile Tony had tendencies to be something of an exhibitionist, to be flippant and proud about his exploits in bed, he had never done this for someone else, never opened himself up while shaking with need while they watched. It made it a million times better and more poignant. He could feel Steve watching, at that breathless exclamation had Tony whimpering into the pillow; he was enjoying this a little more than he thought he would.
"S-since, god, since I first met you, wanted you to just lose it, fuck- I would have let you take me on my workbench that one night. Steve…" It's to the point where Tony is almost pleading, nearly begging as he feels Steve shift behind him. The sensation of the blond so close, so fucking close and teasing him like that makes Tony jerk, pleasure lightning quick in his veins, and when Steve lightly brushes along his scrotum, Tony nearly loses it. He slides a third finger in, wincing slightly at the burn, but t vanishes quickly and Tony is rocking back against his own fingers far too soon.
"Does it-? N-no, feels, god it feels good but not- not enough." The genius shudders, head pressed into the pillow which smothers his laugh. "How many do I need to put in? You-" Tony swallows, inhaling shakily. "You can join in you know. Anytime-" He breaks off, the desperation colouring his words just a little too much.
He's quite possibly making Steve too brave XDneverbackeddownFebruary 11 2012, 00:34:33 UTC
Maybe if it had occurred to him that Tony would use such facts against him he would have been more adamant about telling him no. Instead the remark about being lonely on business trip hit him with a sense of happiness that the person Tony would call would be him. Smiling softly, he kissed just behind the brunette's ear. “Less I'm saving the world you know I'll pick up the phone.” Even if he did manage to embarrass the life out of himself in the process.
But as much as he wanted to give Tony the stars or possibly the moon, the man was making it hard for him to judge what exactly he wanted right now. Well... sex yes... but. The logistics and positioning and... It sort of left Steve in a daze trying to think through it all. Tony's words and sound of his voice were making it close to impossibly to think. He'd just... figure it out later.
Much later with how fixated he was on the display in front of him. Part of him wondered if Tony liked performing. He'd watched some of the videos online from different things Tony had done.... he seemed to like showing off, but this seemed entirely different. Aside from it being sex. And it made it all the more heated under his skin. And maybe it was part curiosity to how it felt, because the raven-haired genius seemed to be enjoying this.
The sounds. God the sounds from Tony were driving him crazy leaving him feeling like he should be closer and touching so much more. Biting into his lower lip, he picked up the tube slowly and slid the slippery substance over two of his fingers before gently pulling Tony's hand out of himself. Kissing along the curve of one muscle, he took a deep breath and slid first one finger inside just to see how it felt... and his eyes darkened with desire. “Ooh...”
It was impossibly hot and smooth and tight. Part of his mind whirled at the possibility of putting more into him. But Tony had three inside and his fingers weren't small... But Steve's were slightly bigger. Closing his eyes only a second, he breathed deeply before sliding the second in. He knew what the purpose was... knew why this was important.... but he never imagined how it really felt.
Slowly moving inside of him, he forced himself to breathe while working his lover open. Scissoring out his fingers in smooth but gentle motions, he dropped soft butterfly kisses over his back and hips while he moved. “Tony...” He almost purred the name against his skin before nipping at the rise of his posterior. And as he ventured to turn his wrist and fingers, he knew he hit something inside... Not on purpose... but not unwelcome.
...yeah, but Tony likes that XDiwantmyarmorFebruary 13 2012, 00:36:05 UTC
"You know, y-you can pick up even if you are saving the world." He laughs, just a little desperate and not really thinking. "I can call the private channel, hack into it and tell you exactly how much more I love your hand over my own. Just don't embarrass yourself in costume." Tony wouldn't really do that to Steve, not unless it was near the end of a battle and he was on the field and could take Steve away fast and- the mental image of Steve in uniform sense a ripple down Tony's spine. That, that was something they were going to have to try.
Later, when Tony could think beyond the heat and cloying pleasure that was making it hard to remember to breath right now. The feel of his own fingers, the pressure and curl and slide, is good, familiar and pleasurable and made all the sharper by the knowledge that Steve is watching, that Steve was right there and had driven him to this and wanted this almost as much as he did. It was surprising that he managed to last this long, a great deal of Tony just wanted to turn around and pin Steve down and ride him but- but he won't. He just curls his fingers and breathes Steve's name amongst pants and moans and lets his other hand fist in the sheets.
When Steve removed his hand, there's a low whine from Tony, forehead dropping to the pillow. It doesn't stay there long because next thing Tony knows is- "Fuck, Steve-"
It's hot and electric and so much better than Tony had imagined, so much better than just his own fingers and god all he wanted was more. Now. A though he voices, low and rough as he rolls his hips back against Steve's fingers. There is a broken pleasure caught on the tip of his tongue, tripping and tangled with his heartbeat and the breath that was pushed form his lungs, but it never quite makes it. Steve's got his lips on his skin and is working him open and it's fucking perfect, and Tony doesn't even care how shameless he looks right now, hands tangled in the sheets, legs spread wide and back curved as he rocks into Steve's fingers, doesn't care how needy the noises are that spill from his lips because it's Steve.
And then Steve turns his wrist and Tony does lose it, sharp gasp wrenched free as his hips jerk back, seeking more. "Steve, fuck right there, yes- Just, just- oh god, more."
Does he now? XDneverbackeddownFebruary 17 2012, 04:23:59 UTC
“God.. please tell me you're joking...” He thought he was, but Steve knew what a deviant Tony could be. And where he wanted the attention, he refused to screw up in battle cause the wrong brain was in gear. That was just... no. Not happening. “Standing offer. When I'm not fighting.” Saying that resolutely, he kissed Tony's back softly. “Take it or leave it, Tony.”
Granted, Steve was desperately close to giving the man anything and everything he wanted. The rock and press of hips, the sounds from Tony's mouth mixed with the rising desire in his body was more than he could really handle all at once. Tony had far too much power over his entire being right now to be fair. That display pushed him to taking over. Steve wanted to be part of it so bad he could taste it... and he refused to hold back.
That display only seemed to throw Steve deeper into that spiral of desire. Slowly and thoroughly working in and out of Tony's body, he caught the lube and slid it over a third finger before making sure the angle was right to slowly work it in as well. Keeping the motions steady and even, he made sure to hit that spot inside each time he pressed into that searing heat.
Biting into Tony's hip, he sucked on the skin slowly until a mark marred the paler skin. Only when he was sure that Tony could take it did he move deeper and faster. He wanted it to be easy on his lover's body... to work him open so he didn't hurt him. Steve wasn't so sure he could forgive himself if he hurt the elder... it had to hurt.... didn't it?
Closing his eyes, he kept the thrusting of his finger in languid tandem as they entered the man as he murmured against his spine. “Tell me... tell me when you're ready... God, Tony... look at you...”
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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Steve’s breath came in a rough exhale as Tony rocked back into him. Like this… just like this. Just… with a slight altered details. Steve didn’t want ‘sex’… he wanted to make love to him. He just refused to call it that. Even he knew that Tony would run like a scared cat at it being verbalized at this point. “I think I like the idea of you figuring it out as we go…”
The thought of how he’d searched the web for ideas on how this was done hit him with a rush of heat to his face. God, he’d felt like a pervert as he read things and stumbled onto videos that had him choking and fumbling to turn the tablet off before someone like Clint walked in. Explanations fleed the scene the moment someone asked ‘is that porn?’ of Steve Rogers.
But that was for other times. Right now? Tony looked too amazing like he was under him. Groaning at the arch of that supple form into his own, he kissed at the nape of the man’s neck almost desperately. “Tony…” Groaning at the thought of the noises he made, he pressed his forehead into the dark hair.
Only to jerk into Tony suddenly at the hard press of those hips into his own. “Oh…” Gasping in shock and pleasure, he jerked his hips a little harder into Tony than he’d meant to. “Ah!” A fist hit into the blankets beside Tony with a muffled thud as he forced his fingers on Tony’s chest to splay out and not grip him too hard.
He was literally shaking. Head to foot with inexplicable need. Panting against Tony’s skin, he really did try to figure out what he was asking him… And when it did connect, he looked around the room blurry eyed and shyly saw the other things he’d bought just in case it went further. Be prepared, right?
When he pried his hand from the blankets, he softly squeezed Tony’s hand in his before picking up the tube and setting it down next to the brunette. He knew in theory what to do.. but theory wasn’t good enough. “Tony…?” He sounded almost like he was lost as he pressed his face into the soft hair. “Promise me I won’t hurt you… we…” Didn’t have to do anything. But god, he was so far gone drunk on lust and need for the genius.
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And Tony so could enjoy that, almost as much as he enjoyed this, the pushpullburn that was coursing through his veins. Feeling Steve's rough breath, the way he hummed with tension and what Tony could only describe as want, was addictive and delicious and he never wanted anything more. He pushed back again, pushing himself up on his forearm a little more as he arched back into Steve, feeling the slide and friction of skin on skin and the electric pleasure that it sparked through his veins. This was- this was a whole hell of a lot better than working in the workshop for hours on end.
The engineer groaned, low and broken, thoughts scattered as he feels Steve's lips on his neck, making him so very desperate for this to just go faster, so that he could feel Steve closer and more. "Steve, oh fuck just- gods you sound so fucking hot, wish- wish I could see you fall apart."
His words and breath hitch, the tangle of syllables caught on his tongue when Steve's hips snap foreword a little harder than he was expecting. His spine curved, moving back into Steve as his head dropped and pressed into the pillow with a muffled noise because fuck that's what he wanted. Mostly. Giving himself a moment to pant against the pillow, he gives the blond a shaky grin when he sees just why the soldier pulled away. That, that little tube would certainly help him get what he wanted. Which was Steve in him, the sooner the better.
Taking the almost pleading note to his voice, Tony unwinds his fingers from Steve and grabs the tube. "They teach you that in the army? Hnnng, move back, just…let me-" Tony shifts, arranging it to his knees were pulled up, ass raised and he was steady on his forearms. "Promise you won't hurt me, promise Steve… can you- just…here." Turning his head to kiss Steve quickly, he motioned for the soldier to settle back away from him. He waited for Steve to sit back, and as much as he hated the loss of heat and touch and everything, well he could return the favour and tease Steve a little more now.
Grinning, Tony popped the cap and coated two fingers with a little more lube than normal but, well, it had been a while and he would like to get to the whole steve in him thing sooner rather than later, teasing aside. Bracing himself on his left forearm, Tony curved his spine, reached back and let his fingers tease at his opening; it wasn't a huge display, just enough to pull a stuttered breath from him before he pushed one finger in, slowly. Head falling to the pillow, Tony shut his eyes instinctively, Steve's name escaping from him in a breathless whine before he started to slowly move his finger, eyes opening and look back at Steve, pupils blown wide with want. "Fuck, yesss, gods I can't wait Steve, fuck I have wanted you for so long, so lo-hnnn."
His words hitched and failed as he slowly pushed a second finger in, teeth biting at his lower lip to keep him somewhat concentrated. Somewhat.
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But the thoughts were broken and incoherent from the way Tony was pushing his body into Steve's. The battle was fast moving from what to do to get to that goal to not losing control. With each rise of that perfect form fitting into his own, he was losing his ability to keep himself from just taking... And he'd rather cut off his own arm than ever hurt Tony. Biting into that soft spot at the nape of the elder's neck, he focused on breathing and just shivering against Tony's body.
Then his eyes fluttered open only to roll back in pleasure at the sound of those words. Releasing the new set of marks, he moaned low and soft as his hips ground down into the pliant form. “If... If you want... y-you can... turn over.” Steve admitted to himself he liked holding Tony down like this... but if the man wanted to see him, he'd give him anything he wanted. Anything.
When he finally regained himself from that hard thrust, he stared dazedly at that grin and felt a burst of butterflies in his chest. Smiling in return, he trailed his hands down Tony's sides dragging his nails. “Teach me what?” His eyes turned curious at that comment before he nodded once after that kiss and moved away. Reluctantly. Steve didn't want to lose any of the bodily contact. Tony's warmth still radiated all over him and he felt a rush of cool at the loss.
But that was easily forgotten at the display of Tony's form in front of him. He literally moans at the sight of that finger disappearing inside of him. He'd thought the explanations for men having sex had been dirty and possibly close to impossible in his mind... but he'd still wanted to try. Because he wanted to be closer to Tony. But this? “Oh god...” The words came out breathless, as he got impossibly more turned on by the sight. Fingers twitching in his lap, he nearly moved forward when Tony talked that way. Even if he thought he'd never get into dirty talk... Tony made him want to act in a frenzy of need.
“How long?” The rough words left him followed by an almost whimper as the second finger slid inside. He couldn't stay away any longer. Slipping closer, he slid his hands over the rounded globes of flesh and softly kissed and nipped over the soft skin while making sure to watch those fingers. One of Steve's hands drifted down to press a thumb lightly along the stretched puckered rim and rubbed softly. Dragging the touch down to brush the softer skin of the scrotum, he breathed in roughly. “Tony... God, look at you...”
“Does... does it hurt?” He had to worry. Even if he wanted to feel that completion right now... he wanted Tony to be feeling well first. “Can... How many fingers are you going to put in?”
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His words are breathless and stuttered because as much as he wants to tell Steve exactly what he could do over the phone, his rational mind is having a fair bit of difficulty functioning right now. Steve was so close, and warm and god the noises he was making were driving Tony mad. When he feels teeth at the nape of his neck, Tony bites off a shout of Steve's name, rocking back harder. It was really hard to tease Steve when he was so damn hell bent on making Tony incoherent before anything was possible.
"Yes, god Steve, do you even- fuck, do you even know how badly I need right now?" It's a broken confession, peppered with Tony's hands curling in the blanket and a few more pleasured noises because fuck Steve was making him mindless, and they hadn't even gotten to the sex part. Tony wasn't sure if he would survive this. Not that he was upset if this was the way he was going to go out, oh no.
Tony was trying so hard to keep himself together just a little bit, flashing that smile and trying not to shake apart at the feel of Steve's nails on his skin, but it was really really hard. "To be- never mind, just- watch."
It was different, doing this with someone watching. WHile Tony had tendencies to be something of an exhibitionist, to be flippant and proud about his exploits in bed, he had never done this for someone else, never opened himself up while shaking with need while they watched. It made it a million times better and more poignant. He could feel Steve watching, at that breathless exclamation had Tony whimpering into the pillow; he was enjoying this a little more than he thought he would.
"S-since, god, since I first met you, wanted you to just lose it, fuck- I would have let you take me on my workbench that one night. Steve…" It's to the point where Tony is almost pleading, nearly begging as he feels Steve shift behind him. The sensation of the blond so close, so fucking close and teasing him like that makes Tony jerk, pleasure lightning quick in his veins, and when Steve lightly brushes along his scrotum, Tony nearly loses it. He slides a third finger in, wincing slightly at the burn, but t vanishes quickly and Tony is rocking back against his own fingers far too soon.
"Does it-? N-no, feels, god it feels good but not- not enough." The genius shudders, head pressed into the pillow which smothers his laugh. "How many do I need to put in? You-" Tony swallows, inhaling shakily. "You can join in you know. Anytime-" He breaks off, the desperation colouring his words just a little too much.
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But as much as he wanted to give Tony the stars or possibly the moon, the man was making it hard for him to judge what exactly he wanted right now. Well... sex yes... but. The logistics and positioning and... It sort of left Steve in a daze trying to think through it all. Tony's words and sound of his voice were making it close to impossibly to think. He'd just... figure it out later.
Much later with how fixated he was on the display in front of him. Part of him wondered if Tony liked performing. He'd watched some of the videos online from different things Tony had done.... he seemed to like showing off, but this seemed entirely different. Aside from it being sex. And it made it all the more heated under his skin. And maybe it was part curiosity to how it felt, because the raven-haired genius seemed to be enjoying this.
The sounds. God the sounds from Tony were driving him crazy leaving him feeling like he should be closer and touching so much more. Biting into his lower lip, he picked up the tube slowly and slid the slippery substance over two of his fingers before gently pulling Tony's hand out of himself. Kissing along the curve of one muscle, he took a deep breath and slid first one finger inside just to see how it felt... and his eyes darkened with desire. “Ooh...”
It was impossibly hot and smooth and tight. Part of his mind whirled at the possibility of putting more into him. But Tony had three inside and his fingers weren't small... But Steve's were slightly bigger. Closing his eyes only a second, he breathed deeply before sliding the second in. He knew what the purpose was... knew why this was important.... but he never imagined how it really felt.
Slowly moving inside of him, he forced himself to breathe while working his lover open. Scissoring out his fingers in smooth but gentle motions, he dropped soft butterfly kisses over his back and hips while he moved. “Tony...” He almost purred the name against his skin before nipping at the rise of his posterior. And as he ventured to turn his wrist and fingers, he knew he hit something inside... Not on purpose... but not unwelcome.
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Later, when Tony could think beyond the heat and cloying pleasure that was making it hard to remember to breath right now. The feel of his own fingers, the pressure and curl and slide, is good, familiar and pleasurable and made all the sharper by the knowledge that Steve is watching, that Steve was right there and had driven him to this and wanted this almost as much as he did. It was surprising that he managed to last this long, a great deal of Tony just wanted to turn around and pin Steve down and ride him but- but he won't. He just curls his fingers and breathes Steve's name amongst pants and moans and lets his other hand fist in the sheets.
When Steve removed his hand, there's a low whine from Tony, forehead dropping to the pillow. It doesn't stay there long because next thing Tony knows is- "Fuck, Steve-"
It's hot and electric and so much better than Tony had imagined, so much better than just his own fingers and god all he wanted was more. Now. A though he voices, low and rough as he rolls his hips back against Steve's fingers. There is a broken pleasure caught on the tip of his tongue, tripping and tangled with his heartbeat and the breath that was pushed form his lungs, but it never quite makes it. Steve's got his lips on his skin and is working him open and it's fucking perfect, and Tony doesn't even care how shameless he looks right now, hands tangled in the sheets, legs spread wide and back curved as he rocks into Steve's fingers, doesn't care how needy the noises are that spill from his lips because it's Steve.
And then Steve turns his wrist and Tony does lose it, sharp gasp wrenched free as his hips jerk back, seeking more. "Steve, fuck right there, yes- Just, just- oh god, more."
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Granted, Steve was desperately close to giving the man anything and everything he wanted. The rock and press of hips, the sounds from Tony's mouth mixed with the rising desire in his body was more than he could really handle all at once. Tony had far too much power over his entire being right now to be fair. That display pushed him to taking over. Steve wanted to be part of it so bad he could taste it... and he refused to hold back.
That display only seemed to throw Steve deeper into that spiral of desire. Slowly and thoroughly working in and out of Tony's body, he caught the lube and slid it over a third finger before making sure the angle was right to slowly work it in as well. Keeping the motions steady and even, he made sure to hit that spot inside each time he pressed into that searing heat.
Biting into Tony's hip, he sucked on the skin slowly until a mark marred the paler skin. Only when he was sure that Tony could take it did he move deeper and faster. He wanted it to be easy on his lover's body... to work him open so he didn't hurt him. Steve wasn't so sure he could forgive himself if he hurt the elder... it had to hurt.... didn't it?
Closing his eyes, he kept the thrusting of his finger in languid tandem as they entered the man as he murmured against his spine. “Tell me... tell me when you're ready... God, Tony... look at you...”
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