There’s a lot more to do together than just penetration, and Tony knows that Steve knows it. He’s got this feeling that the younger man is just feeling things out, maybe testing the waters on Tony’s reaction to things. He hasn’t quite pegged the blond yet himself either. He’s dominant and submissive at the same time, and while tony isn’t thinking of the guy in those generic sorts of terms, he’s building the formulas in his head to give him some sort of indication of where the other man falls on a sliding scale of possible kinks and sexual tastes.
It’s more than just being a giver on Steve’s end. And the sex is more than just an emotional band-aid or a plug for the missing pieces they’ve lost. It’s in Tony’s nature to figure things out and since he can’t Jack Steve into a computer terminal or open up a control panel in his head, he’s got to access this data a different way.
He likes it. It’s not easy, it’s not cut and dry. The blond is a genuine challenge.
Tony shifts so that he can rest the back of his head on his arm, the stretch in muscle defining his chest better. He’s a lot older than he had been but Tony thinks of himself like scotch or a prime steak. Sometimes it’s just better with age.
Dark eyes watch Steve come towards him and there is no doubt that the inventor is hungry for something more than the food he’s decided to ignore. His free hand rests on his chest where the reactor used to be, fingers slowly moving down towards his navel and the waistband of his boxers.
“I didn’t get much of a preview before we started,” he grins, more sultry than silly.
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There’s a lot more to do together than just penetration, and Tony knows that Steve knows it. He’s got this feeling that the younger man is just feeling things out, maybe testing the waters on Tony’s reaction to things. He hasn’t quite pegged the blond yet himself either. He’s dominant and submissive at the same time, and while tony isn’t thinking of the guy in those generic sorts of terms, he’s building the formulas in his head to give him some sort of indication of where the other man falls on a sliding scale of possible kinks and sexual tastes.
It’s more than just being a giver on Steve’s end. And the sex is more than just an emotional band-aid or a plug for the missing pieces they’ve lost. It’s in Tony’s nature to figure things out and since he can’t Jack Steve into a computer terminal or open up a control panel in his head, he’s got to access this data a different way.
He likes it. It’s not easy, it’s not cut and dry. The blond is a genuine challenge.
Tony shifts so that he can rest the back of his head on his arm, the stretch in muscle defining his chest better. He’s a lot older than he had been but Tony thinks of himself like scotch or a prime steak. Sometimes it’s just better with age.
Dark eyes watch Steve come towards him and there is no doubt that the inventor is hungry for something more than the food he’s decided to ignore. His free hand rests on his chest where the reactor used to be, fingers slowly moving down towards his navel and the waistband of his boxers.
“I didn’t get much of a preview before we started,” he grins, more sultry than silly.