Maybe it’s the sound of those endearments (because who would call him ‘sweetheart’ or ‘angel’) that snaps him back to himself, but it’s just in time for Tony to feel Steve’s hand leave the partial death grip that he has had on him and cup the straining muscle leaking onto the sheets. Those words are not going to be spoken about. Not the meaning behind them (sex-brain, perhaps) not the way they make him feel, and not how they carry him right through sensation to the brink.
And that happens just too fast.
Crying out, the orgasm hits him hard, like a bullet, and he can feel it in Steve too, just a single step ahead of him. He’s been leading the dance, despite his basic inexperience, and it’s completely paid off for them both. Tony is panting, covered in a sheen of sweat and nerves, when the last twitch of Steve’s cock inside of him ceases and the tightened muscles of his abdomen relax all at once.
Normally, this would be the point where Tony would get up and head to the bathroom, but Pepper’s done wonders for breaking him of some of his phobias and Steve’s semen might end of being some biological fountain of youth, anyway. Before the blond can do something like roll over, though Tony already knows that he won’t, he makes a readably desperate grab of the back of Steve’s thigh to keep him there, to keep them docked, at least until the other man softens too much to make that possible.
Now there’s too much to talk about, more than there had been on the burning streets of New York City, more than there had been when Tony got himself drunk and Steve started to look like Steve again.
The older man readjusts his arm over Steve’s and while he’s, technically, he’s cuddling with him right now, he’s desperate to maintain the fairytale romance that Disney never fully gives its audiences. Tony can and sometimes does live in delusion. But you don’t just have Captain America make love to you like you’re the most important person in the world (even if your ego already tells you that you actually are anyway) and want to go back to reality. Not when he’s still inside of you. Not while you still feel him and smell him on your skin.
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And that happens just too fast.
Crying out, the orgasm hits him hard, like a bullet, and he can feel it in Steve too, just a single step ahead of him. He’s been leading the dance, despite his basic inexperience, and it’s completely paid off for them both. Tony is panting, covered in a sheen of sweat and nerves, when the last twitch of Steve’s cock inside of him ceases and the tightened muscles of his abdomen relax all at once.
Normally, this would be the point where Tony would get up and head to the bathroom, but Pepper’s done wonders for breaking him of some of his phobias and Steve’s semen might end of being some biological fountain of youth, anyway. Before the blond can do something like roll over, though Tony already knows that he won’t, he makes a readably desperate grab of the back of Steve’s thigh to keep him there, to keep them docked, at least until the other man softens too much to make that possible.
Now there’s too much to talk about, more than there had been on the burning streets of New York City, more than there had been when Tony got himself drunk and Steve started to look like Steve again.
The older man readjusts his arm over Steve’s and while he’s, technically, he’s cuddling with him right now, he’s desperate to maintain the fairytale romance that Disney never fully gives its audiences. Tony can and sometimes does live in delusion. But you don’t just have Captain America make love to you like you’re the most important person in the world (even if your ego already tells you that you actually are anyway) and want to go back to reality. Not when he’s still inside of you. Not while you still feel him and smell him on your skin.