Date: 2018-06-29 02:56 pm (UTC)
shieldborne: (Blue Steel)
From: [personal profile] shieldborne
Despite Steve's mild distaste for one-night stands, the feeling of blind lust isn't unfamiliar to him. Likewise, there have been times he felt so ravenous for some kind of affection, something that's at least a parody of tenderness, that he's been willing to settle for sex in lieu of love, but ultimately he's not very good at separating emotion from physicality. Every touch he gives, every breath he watches rise and fall in Tony's chest, makes him ache with something he doesn't dare to give a name to.

He doesn't want to loom over him, trying to take care not to set off his fears, but his free hand braces against Tony's hip as he presses his fingers in and draws them back out, slow and easy. Anticipation makes it hard work. He bites his tongue, the inside of his cheek, counts backwards from a thousand in his head, anything to blunt the rising need. The concentration has the added benefit of keeping him from babbling something stupid, something he'd wish Tony hadn't heard later on.

When he hits the right spot and feels the shudder and pulse in the other man's body, he makes a small, broken sound of his own. That. Yes, that's what he wants to see, needs to see, more than he wants or needs an orgasm of his own. He needs to enter this man's orbit, needs to see the effect he has on him, needs it to be good for once.

He nods wordlessly when Tony shoves the packet at him, withdrawing his fingers slowly. And he needn't have worried; Steve manages to tear it open without damaging the contents, unrolls the condom expertly and just as easily puts it on. It's been a while, but he remembers.

He is in no way planning on being on top of Tony. Not after seeing him startle, and not knowing he outweighs him significantly. He also doesn't think Tony's up for riding him, tipsy as he is, so once he's ready, he rolls him onto his side and curls up against his back, more or less spooning him. One arm wraps around his waist, the other hand used to guide his cock toward and into his entrance.

He is so careful. Excessively careful, because he really doesn't know how much force is too much, quite yet. Better to err on the side of gentle, at least until Tony gets impatient again. And it's so much, heat and pressure and intimacy he almost can't process, and he makes muffled, snuffling groans against the nape of his neck as he eases into place, unable to say anything coherent for several seconds.

"Y-you okay?" he manages at last, and his voice quivers like a violin string. "Not too much?"
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