So Rogers might have missed the bedroom, but Tony is quick to adjust. He’s gripped Steve’s shirt the moment that they had gone mobile (though he’s not going to wrap his legs around his waist) and his upper body is strong enough to keep him from falling even if Steve lets go. He doesn’t let go, exactly, and the result of ending up with his back pinned to the wall has about the same sort of effect that Steve’s erection and that little growl against his neck had before it. Tony let’s out such an odd sound that it might actually take Steve aback. It had for Pepper the first time she’d pressed her lips to his throat, just under his chin. Tony’s got a naturally soft, somewhat higher pitch voice, but the breathiness and obvious pleasure paid to that part of his body humanizes him more than it might most.
Steve had been attracted to the vulnerable underbelly of Iron Man and here it is, in full color, blossoming under the touch of his mouth.
Though his feet now find the floor (all right, just his toes), Tony can’t help but tilt back his head. His skin is covered in stubble from a day’s worth of Italian Male hair growth, which only proves to make him more sensitive.
His hands find the curving valley between the muscles of Steve’s bare back and his fingertips press against his spine. His body flinches, but the circumstances are different. He’s not afraid, Steve’s turned his knees to jelly by the way he touches him instead. He’s so kind. He’s strong but so gentle. Tony is used to spoiling himself, but not all that used to someone spoiling him. Not this way. Extremis had given Pepper a lot more spunk and dominance in bed, but this is different.
Tony might be older and wiser (perhaps) and certainly more worldly, but he’s not beyond a little bit of pampering. And he’s not beyond being vocal about what he wants. Tony presses a hand against the wall and uses it to send his body into Steve’s. “Changed my mind about the blow job,” he says, tugging at his belt with one hand. “On your knees, Soldier. Let’s see your world class performance.”
Steve is going to lose his virginity tonight. That’s a given. By why not have an appetizer before the main course?
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Date: 2018-06-26 05:35 pm (UTC)Steve had been attracted to the vulnerable underbelly of Iron Man and here it is, in full color, blossoming under the touch of his mouth.
Though his feet now find the floor (all right, just his toes), Tony can’t help but tilt back his head. His skin is covered in stubble from a day’s worth of Italian Male hair growth, which only proves to make him more sensitive.
His hands find the curving valley between the muscles of Steve’s bare back and his fingertips press against his spine. His body flinches, but the circumstances are different. He’s not afraid, Steve’s turned his knees to jelly by the way he touches him instead. He’s so kind. He’s strong but so gentle. Tony is used to spoiling himself, but not all that used to someone spoiling him. Not this way. Extremis had given Pepper a lot more spunk and dominance in bed, but this is different.
Tony might be older and wiser (perhaps) and certainly more worldly, but he’s not beyond a little bit of pampering. And he’s not beyond being vocal about what he wants. Tony presses a hand against the wall and uses it to send his body into Steve’s. “Changed my mind about the blow job,” he says, tugging at his belt with one hand. “On your knees, Soldier. Let’s see your world class performance.”
Steve is going to lose his virginity tonight. That’s a given. By why not have an appetizer before the main course?