Avengers: Switch
Title: Switch
Fandom: Avengers (2012) movie
Pairing: established!Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (yes, Superhusbands is my OTP, I don't care if it's canon gdi)
Genre: Romance
Rating: M / NC-17
Summary: Steve didn't know the switch would have that much of an effect.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC # 43: Kink | Prompt: costume
Warnings: PWP (porn without plot) - you've been warned! Doesn't go all the way but explicit enough. Read at your own risk. | most probably OOC because I'm new to this fandom ._.
Steve finds the whole situation terrifying for two reasons: one, he’s already super powered and he’s wearing a metal suite of armor and two, he feels himself getting harder with each passing second.
“We should have done this sooner because that is just fucking hot.”
He turns around, feeling awkward in so many places (and wasn’t that just on purpose because the armor was touching him in places he didn’t know were sensitive) and sees Tony decked in the red, white and blue of the Captain America suit. He feels his mouth dry instantly as he runs his eyes over the other man’s figure, lingering on the spots where the suit hugged him at all the right places, especially down there-oh god, that bulge was just a sinful sight he wanted to get his hands on.
“-the weapons are all deactivated now since you obviously won’t need that, and I told you there wouldn’t be repulsors installed but you didn’t say I couldn’t add in a couple of special features so feel free to explore ‘cause I’m pretty sure you loved that modified vibrator in your ass the last time-”
And damn if Steve couldn’t help but groan at the thought built-in vibrator in the Iron Man suit oh god that must be the uncomfortable thing between his cheeks and Tony in the suit with a vibrator fucking himself in it.
“-and if you want, you can take off only the crotch part of the armor or just open that hole for your dick. I’m certain I got your measurements right for that since I blow you enough times to get that accurately. And before you ask, yes, I do pay attention to that kind of detail and I can even make a dildo with your exact measurements and next time you can watch me ride it-”
Steve somehow manages to cut him off by pushing him onto the bed because the blonde was sure that if he let Tony keep talking like that, he was gonna cum without even touching anything.
“Are you gonna keep the mask part on?” Tony asks as if he wasn’t being pinned down by a powerful man in a powerful suit that he made himself. “That’s actually hot but that’ll make it hard for me to kiss you so I’ll have to make do with kissing the armor instead. I did install heat sensors. And-oooh that’s just-” He makes a small whiny noise when the cold, metal hand stopped stroking his erection through the suit.
“Tony, just shut up,” Steve demands in his commanding voice, though it somewhat fails with his shaky tone.
“But I haven’t explained the best features yet,” the genius protests before letting out an appreciative moan when hard fingers pulls at his tight-fitting costume at his thighs, almost making tears in it.
“Just let me fuck you now.” Because Steve is too turned on by the image of Tony in his costume and fuck if that didn’t look so damn good on him, so much that he almost wants to permanently switch costumes with him.
In response, Tony wraps his legs around his waist, groaning at the feel of hard, cold metal against his thinly covered skin. His hands roam on the armor and press something on the back, opening up the crotch area and releasing Steve’s erection with a hiss. And he feels it right against his through the smooth material of his pants and it makes a lovely compliment with the hard metal pushing against the rest of his body.
“Knew playing with the armor with you in it was better.”
For that, Steve nearly rips off his pants with an almost strangled, “Fuck,Tony,” since his imagination’s vivid like that, supplying him with at least three images of Tony masturbating with the armor. As it was, he manages to pull it down until it’s just past the other’s knees and fuck if he didn’t think Tony would go commando under that-who was he kidding?
He pulls off the mask from Tony’s face because it just looks ridiculous with the other man’s neatly trimmed facial hair, even if he loves the feel of it against his skin. Unfortunately, he couldn’t feel that with the armor in between, but it doesn’t mean he couldn’t rub his metal-covered hand over the spandex-covered body, making Tony gasp and shudder and pull him even closer, causing that wonderful friction between them.
“Steve, fuck, Steve.” Tony’s words are no more than a broken whisper at this point. His hips buckle upwards, eliciting a sharp gasp from the other. He takes Steve’s hand and pulls it down, covering their both of their erections with a mix of metal and leather. A moan echoes in the room, neither of them sure from which of them it came from nor lucid enough to care.
The mix of sensations enveloping them-the cold of the armor, the warmth of the glove, the hot, velvety feel of their members against each other-is almost too much. A few hard strokes and Steve comes with a choked shout, back arching, white spurting onto Tony’s covered stomach and their joint hands in thick ropes. Tony follows almost immediately, body shuddering, gloved hand tightening over their cocks-and that makes Steve’s vision go white with the force of his orgasm.
It feels like hours before Steve returns from his high, panting from the intensity, his body almost a dead weight above Tony. He moves to the side to allow them some time to recover and Tony’s there, lifting the helmet’s mask and drawing him into a languid kiss.
“Definitely a kink we share, don’t you think?” Tony asks quietly against his lips when he pulls away for a breath before plunging in for a deeper, more sensual kiss. “An unexpected advantage to being superheroes, right next to your short refractory period-oh, look, you’re getting hard again. I did say it was short. Is the sight of me in your costume that much of a turn on for you?”
“Shut up and-”
“Vibrator.”
“-goddammit, Tony.”