Sometimes, Steve likes to troll. It's fun, when people see you as the All-American Boy, to turn their expectations of wholesomeness against them and shock them with something comparatively filthy. And that's what he was trying to do just now, obliquely offering to masturbate for Tony to watch. Nothing he hasn't done before, but the suggestion would raise eyebrows from most of the people who know him. And before tonight he's pretty sure he'd have gotten the startlement he was looking for from Tony.
But now they've fucked (or made love, or both). And they've been more honest with one another than has ever happened before, and it might be an exaggeration so say Tony has his number now, but he's apparently moved past shockability and then some, because he just flips the tease right around and back on Steve and the result, half-order, half dirty talk, takes his breath away.
Steve's eyes got very wide, and he's struck speechless for a couple seconds. Both of his hands drop to his sides, though, as if his body's made the decision to obey before his brain even catches up with it. He looks...hungry. Needy. Tony's taken a shot and hit a bullseye.
"Is that so," he rasps, and there's no teasing inflection in it. It's not a question, it's an affirmation. He clears his throat, flush beginning at his ears and creeping rapidly down his neck. "On my knees, or on the bed?"
If there was any doubt he's into this idea, the reaction below his waist ought to allay that fear.
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Date: 2018-07-13 01:23 am (UTC)But now they've fucked (or made love, or both). And they've been more honest with one another than has ever happened before, and it might be an exaggeration so say Tony has his number now, but he's apparently moved past shockability and then some, because he just flips the tease right around and back on Steve and the result, half-order, half dirty talk, takes his breath away.
Steve's eyes got very wide, and he's struck speechless for a couple seconds. Both of his hands drop to his sides, though, as if his body's made the decision to obey before his brain even catches up with it. He looks...hungry. Needy. Tony's taken a shot and hit a bullseye.
"Is that so," he rasps, and there's no teasing inflection in it. It's not a question, it's an affirmation. He clears his throat, flush beginning at his ears and creeping rapidly down his neck. "On my knees, or on the bed?"
If there was any doubt he's into this idea, the reaction below his waist ought to allay that fear.