Tony is drunk, very drunk, drunk enough to have a terrible fine motor coordination, but his mind is still sharper than most. He remembers that little shudder. Steve made it a few times while he had been cutting his hair. He’d leaned in against his finger tips. His eyes had closed at least once. His initial assessment that Steve is lonely and touch starved was accurate.
He might be a temporary virgin, but he’s also not shy to a little bit of adult fun either. The guy can’t get relief from drinking, right? But he’s spent so much time being sober— Didn’t he partake while on the lam? Has he been completely celibate for the last six years?
Again, Tony find that to be so sad.
Still, if Steve wants a hair tug, he’ll give it— Right until he hears him say that he’s willing to let Tony hurt him.
Tony’s eyebrows furrow and he drops his hand, calloused and thick, to Steve’s jaw. There’s something pretty amazing about tipping back such a strong face. Captain America can kick the shit out of him. Fully armored. And he has...
Tony is pretty sure that Steve’s right. It’s fucked up. It’s going to end badly. But there’s nothing either of them has to lose right now. “I don’t want to hurt you, idiot.” Not his best quip. “I want you to fuck me.” It’s a strange sensation, to be vulnerable and powerful at the same time. “Unless you want to go and fuck the clerk. Less fun for me, though.”
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Date: 2018-06-25 07:06 pm (UTC)He might be a temporary virgin, but he’s also not shy to a little bit of adult fun either. The guy can’t get relief from drinking, right? But he’s spent so much time being sober— Didn’t he partake while on the lam? Has he been completely celibate for the last six years?
Again, Tony find that to be so sad.
Still, if Steve wants a hair tug, he’ll give it— Right until he hears him say that he’s willing to let Tony hurt him.
Tony’s eyebrows furrow and he drops his hand, calloused and thick, to Steve’s jaw. There’s something pretty amazing about tipping back such a strong face. Captain America can kick the shit out of him. Fully armored. And he has...
Tony is pretty sure that Steve’s right. It’s fucked up. It’s going to end badly. But there’s nothing either of them has to lose right now. “I don’t want to hurt you, idiot.” Not his best quip. “I want you to fuck me.” It’s a strange sensation, to be vulnerable and powerful at the same time. “Unless you want to go and fuck the clerk. Less fun for me, though.”