As long as Tony makes the first move, as long as he initiating each new level of intimacy, as long as Steve is begging him softly for more, Tony has the power here. He doesn’t flinch from the way Steve holds him, and in fact, he feels a small touch of vindication as a hand larger than his own presses to the small of his back. Tony’s knees drop from their initial position under Steve’s armpits to the floor and he scoots himself closer, hands still on Steve’s face for a moment before he settles one on his shoulder and the other on a bicep.
What makes it so liberating to be held? Tony’s mind seeks an answer to that incidental tangent, scrounging up some sort of article he’d read in a Playboy when he was a younger man about finding freedom in being dominated. Steve isn’t exactly dominating him now, a hug does not mean that Tony is letting go, but the plan is to yield his body to the freshly shaved Steve Rogers tonight, and that is as far as Tony has ever gone to letting go of himself.
But for all of the years that Tony had sat in Steve’s bedroom when drunk and sad and wishing there had been more sketches of himself in those damned books, for all of the teenage thoughts he’d had about red knee boots and toned abs drilling chorus girls, he’d never thought that this could be an outlet for his grief. Honestly, he’s not even thinking of it now that way.
He’s too desperate for his mind to blank. Alcohol is good, sex is better. This isn’t a teaching moment. This is selfishness.
“Yeah,” Tony responds. He knows there will be regret after this, not for the act itself because it’s just sex and the person he loves is dead, but because he knows that he’s taking advantage of the blond. Steve opened up about the fact that he is bisexual and Tony’s just happy to have a ready source of relief.
Everyone is attracted to him, right? He can get anyone he wants. Used to, at least, as long as they showed interest. And how is this different?
Other then the fact that this could completely ruin the start of their renewed friendship. There should be a risk assessment, there should have been before he dropped that plate. But Steve’s doomed himself. He’s just told Tony that he is wanted and appreciated and that he has been for a long time. So yeah, Rogers. That had been stupid. Tony is a leach and he’ll drain everything.
Cherry lips pull away from Steve’s with a smack, moisture from Steve’s mouth creating the shine on Tony’s. The older man has wrapped his arm around Steve’s neck and he hugs his waist with his thighs, looking down with heated passion into intense blue eyes.
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Date: 2018-06-26 11:02 am (UTC)What makes it so liberating to be held? Tony’s mind seeks an answer to that incidental tangent, scrounging up some sort of article he’d read in a Playboy when he was a younger man about finding freedom in being dominated. Steve isn’t exactly dominating him now, a hug does not mean that Tony is letting go, but the plan is to yield his body to the freshly shaved Steve Rogers tonight, and that is as far as Tony has ever gone to letting go of himself.
But for all of the years that Tony had sat in Steve’s bedroom when drunk and sad and wishing there had been more sketches of himself in those damned books, for all of the teenage thoughts he’d had about red knee boots and toned abs drilling chorus girls, he’d never thought that this could be an outlet for his grief. Honestly, he’s not even thinking of it now that way.
He’s too desperate for his mind to blank. Alcohol is good, sex is better. This isn’t a teaching moment. This is selfishness.
“Yeah,” Tony responds. He knows there will be regret after this, not for the act itself because it’s just sex and the person he loves is dead, but because he knows that he’s taking advantage of the blond. Steve opened up about the fact that he is bisexual and Tony’s just happy to have a ready source of relief.
Everyone is attracted to him, right? He can get anyone he wants. Used to, at least, as long as they showed interest. And how is this different?
Other then the fact that this could completely ruin the start of their renewed friendship. There should be a risk assessment, there should have been before he dropped that plate. But Steve’s doomed himself. He’s just told Tony that he is wanted and appreciated and that he has been for a long time. So yeah, Rogers. That had been stupid. Tony is a leach and he’ll drain everything.
Cherry lips pull away from Steve’s with a smack, moisture from Steve’s mouth creating the shine on Tony’s. The older man has wrapped his arm around Steve’s neck and he hugs his waist with his thighs, looking down with heated passion into intense blue eyes.
“Think you can handle getting me to bed?”