[Post For VintageCaptain]

[hottestofmesses]

Characters: Tony + Steve
Time: Some AU time extended post-Ultron world
Premise: After successfully realizing they have a thing, Steve and Tony pursue it. They're together. They're happy.  They just closed on a penthouse together. But there's something that's been lying in wait that they have to settle. 

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[vintagecaptain]

"I'll take care of you," Steve promises between deep, searing kisses. This he can give Tony with no hesitation, no questions, and no doubts. The two of them can get lost in each other and forget everything else. There's just them. There's just this.

He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the lube only to toss it on the bed so that it's in easy reach for when they need it.

"I'll take care of you," he promises again as he slowly kisses his way back down Tony's body. Steve feels like he's memorized every inch of him. He can draw him from memory alone. Every dip and curve. Every scar. If he really focuses and concentrates Steve can render Tony in his mind in perfect three dimension. A living statue.

Steve pets his fingers along Tony's thigh until his mouth is right at the base of his cock. He lifts Tony's thigh over his shoulder and settles in between his legs. Taking care of Tony. That's the point. That's his focus. He's going to make him feel so good.

He doesn't think he's really good at blowjobs. Not like Tony is. Steve lacks the practice but he tries his best each time. Tony also gives him plenty of time to practice. Lets him whenever Steve wants and it's often. Steve's learned a lot of ways to give Tony pleasure and he likes all of them. He likes them more when he knows Tony enjoys them more.

Steve starts slow tonguing along the side of Tony's cock until he reaches the base then he starts his way up. He sucks the head into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. His rhythm is slow and steady, reminding himself how to do this and to make sure he doesn't do something stupid with his teeth.

Every now and then he glances up at Tony to make sure he's enjoying this to the fullest.

[hottestofmesses]

It's that promise, almost more than anything, that settles something deep inside him. That roiling pressure, the learned impetus behind mistrust and shying away from personal connections. When Steve promises things like this, that he's got Tony, that he'll take care of him- Tony believes it. Both because he so desperately wants to and because Steve makes it easy. This, more than anything else, has him sinking into this so much easier, giving in or up or both. Just giving all of himself to Steve come what may.

They've barely even started so he tries not to present as the shivering wreck he already is, but that's just what Steve does to him. He watches with stilted breaths and dark half-lidded eyes, almost hypnotized by the sight of Steve between his legs. The way he directs him, seems keen to take what he wants. Even if that just Tony's personal pleasure. He swallows hard, reaching, sinking his fingers back through Steve's hair in a few long, slow, passes. Tries not to tighten his grip at the back of Steve's head when he sinks into it. Takes him into the wet heat of his mouth in a way that renders Tony into a useless puddle on the bed.

A groan spills out from him, pushed up from his lungs and for a few moments his eyes roll back and closed focused on the intense feel of Steve's mouth around him. He immediately tries to separate his focus on that while also trying not to ride Steve's mouth, to not buck his hips up or grab him. He devolves the way he always does, into curses and warm murmurs of praise that he doesn't even really hear. "Fuck," almost sighed out on a pleased exhale, eyes flickering open again to catch the sight of Steve looking at him and that alone gets a harder throb from his cock while Steve's sinking down again. "Fuck your mouth is so fucking- ...perfect," words lost to him for a second as he trembles beneath him. And perfect doesn't even begin to come close.

Steve might not be as learned as Tony is, but it's the eagerness, the fact that he seems to always want Tony as badly as Tony wants him, that's all that matters. He feels dazed and incredibly needy all at once, remnants of those drinks hitting him all at once while he's there underneath Steve's devoted attention. Everything else, all the very intense troubles they're facing, seem to have completely vanished as he lets himself go, lets himself exist in this space they've crafted so carefully for each other. "God I want you so bad," he groans out like Steve's mouth isn't currently on his cock. "Every way I can have you, every way you'll take me- all of it- fuck-" Maybe none of it makes sense, he barely even hears himself. But it makes sense to him.

[vintagecaptain]

There are times Tony doesn't make sense. It's fine with Steve. He listens to the tone of his voice more than his words when he gets like that. He's listening for the catch of Tony's breath and the small whimpers between words. The praise is great. Steve can admit to himself that he's a little addicted to it. There's something about Tony telling him he's good and perfect and doing well that gets under his skin in the best way. It settles over him like a warm blanket making him a little less desperate to prove himself and a little more able to focus his attention on Tony and not his own insecurities about this.

He knows Tony's usually only good for one to two rounds though. Steve keeps his attention focused on the right balance of pleasure. He doesn't want him coming too soon or too fast. He wants to keep Tony suspended here where there's no worries, no struggle, no paint. It's just the two of them and how good he can make Tony feel. For as long as Tony can stand it.

Steve makes no effort to hold Tony down. His hands rest warmly on his thighs, stroking the sensitive skin along the inside but there's nothing restrictive. Silently, he gives Tony free reign to do what he wants to his mouth. That includes choking him if he gets a little wild. Steve can take it.

Because he can feel Tony holding himself back which isn't the point of this. The point is for Tony to let go and stop thinking so damn much. He can feel and do what he needs. Steve's here to give him pleasure. His own throbbing erection is secondary to everything else.

To make this blatantly clear Steve takes a deep breath through his nose and pushes himself down as far as he can, swallowing Tony's cock into his throat. His nose pressed against his groin for a few long seconds as he adjusts to it. Then he draws back slowly and carefully to catch his breath and blink a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

Was that blatant enough invitation?