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[ Steve, who had just thought Tony was going to sit on his lap like he's buff Santa Claus, is a little surprised, but it's a happy surprise. He's always glad to have his lap full of Tony, no matter in what shape, manner or form.
Even if all their friends are talking about it. Steve pays them no mind, because technically Tony owns the whole tower, so they did in fact, get a room. They got many rooms. Besides, he does not intend to give their pals a show; Rhodey might've seen all of Tony in his tenure as best friend, but Steve is not friends with any of them like that. ]
You said you wanted to climb me.
[ That's all the explanation Tony's getting for why they're in this position. Steve is definitely beaming, because this is clearly a genius solution, and he leans back on his elbows to look up. With all of midtown Manhattan behind him, the best view is still the one he's got facing forward. ]
Is it comfortable?
[ A few of the others decide maybe they should move this game over to the mezzanine area, or just somewhere not in full view of the bar, but Steve attempts to wave them off from doing that. ]
We can-- we'd go upstairs.
[ Then he turns his attention to Tony, reaching up, carding a hand through his hair, thumbing down his beard. ]
We'd go upstairs, right? Please don't get undressed in front of everybody.
Even if all their friends are talking about it. Steve pays them no mind, because technically Tony owns the whole tower, so they did in fact, get a room. They got many rooms. Besides, he does not intend to give their pals a show; Rhodey might've seen all of Tony in his tenure as best friend, but Steve is not friends with any of them like that. ]
You said you wanted to climb me.
[ That's all the explanation Tony's getting for why they're in this position. Steve is definitely beaming, because this is clearly a genius solution, and he leans back on his elbows to look up. With all of midtown Manhattan behind him, the best view is still the one he's got facing forward. ]
Is it comfortable?
[ A few of the others decide maybe they should move this game over to the mezzanine area, or just somewhere not in full view of the bar, but Steve attempts to wave them off from doing that. ]
We can-- we'd go upstairs.
[ Then he turns his attention to Tony, reaching up, carding a hand through his hair, thumbing down his beard. ]
We'd go upstairs, right? Please don't get undressed in front of everybody.
Like a tree.
[Or a brick wall- which he remembers is what he'd said. But his point still stands. Yes. He wants to climb Steve like a tree at mostly all hours of the day. But Steve's being very nice right now because he doesn't have to.
And when Steve leans back on his elbows, Tony grins down at him, slipping a finger into the knot of his tie to loosen it. Definitely attempting to put on a sultry little show for him while he's leaned back and looking.
He'll maintain that him losing his balance is due to everyone in the room reminding him again of their presence, and he falls forward just a little, palms bracing the bar to catch himself before he topples over Steve.]
Sure. We can go upstairs. No sharing.
[He says it like it's some giddy little secret, grinning very much like the fool everyone's trying to make him feel like. Why does everyone have to ruin the mood? And with that thought in mind he half twists so he can tell them exactly that.]
Would hate to ruin the party for everyone else. Although I happen to think a little entertainment never hurt anyone.
[While most disagree, because most in that room at this point know exactly the sordid nonsense Tony gets up to on his own- not to mention Tony and Steve together- Thor and the Asgardians are a little less reserved and seem to want to egg them on just a little.]
[Or a brick wall- which he remembers is what he'd said. But his point still stands. Yes. He wants to climb Steve like a tree at mostly all hours of the day. But Steve's being very nice right now because he doesn't have to.
And when Steve leans back on his elbows, Tony grins down at him, slipping a finger into the knot of his tie to loosen it. Definitely attempting to put on a sultry little show for him while he's leaned back and looking.
He'll maintain that him losing his balance is due to everyone in the room reminding him again of their presence, and he falls forward just a little, palms bracing the bar to catch himself before he topples over Steve.]
Sure. We can go upstairs. No sharing.
[He says it like it's some giddy little secret, grinning very much like the fool everyone's trying to make him feel like. Why does everyone have to ruin the mood? And with that thought in mind he half twists so he can tell them exactly that.]
Would hate to ruin the party for everyone else. Although I happen to think a little entertainment never hurt anyone.
[While most disagree, because most in that room at this point know exactly the sordid nonsense Tony gets up to on his own- not to mention Tony and Steve together- Thor and the Asgardians are a little less reserved and seem to want to egg them on just a little.]
[ He knows that if they did go a little too hard, that their friends wouldn't really hold it against them, because they're in love and most of them had been very encouraging about Steve finding someone, back when he was very very single.
But, even drunk off his ass, he's going to try and be polite and not subject their friends to this show. Or, in the case of the Asgardians, he's also not really trying to get them to ask for an invite, and maybe next time Steve plays, he'll have to drink when someone mentions threesomes. He gives a firm shake of his head. ]
No sharing.
[ He gently paws at Tony, more playfully than sexy, eyes drawing up from his chest to his face. Okay, that might have been a little sexier than he meant it. Same with: ]
Your eyes only.
[ He tries to say that quietly, so that no one else can hear them, but he thinks maybe everyone's watching them. Which, also in efforts to be polite, no one is anymore, having returned to their party and deciding to look away in case Tony and Steve did actually forget anyone else was in the room. In their defense, it's not outside the realm of possibility.
And brushing his hand up Tony's thigh while he pushes himself up with his other arm, and then finds it around Tony's back. ]
How about I carry you?
[ It's not a great idea, considering that Steve was finding it hard to keep balance, but they are perhaps on the far side of drunk to care. ]
But, even drunk off his ass, he's going to try and be polite and not subject their friends to this show. Or, in the case of the Asgardians, he's also not really trying to get them to ask for an invite, and maybe next time Steve plays, he'll have to drink when someone mentions threesomes. He gives a firm shake of his head. ]
No sharing.
[ He gently paws at Tony, more playfully than sexy, eyes drawing up from his chest to his face. Okay, that might have been a little sexier than he meant it. Same with: ]
Your eyes only.
[ He tries to say that quietly, so that no one else can hear them, but he thinks maybe everyone's watching them. Which, also in efforts to be polite, no one is anymore, having returned to their party and deciding to look away in case Tony and Steve did actually forget anyone else was in the room. In their defense, it's not outside the realm of possibility.
And brushing his hand up Tony's thigh while he pushes himself up with his other arm, and then finds it around Tony's back. ]
How about I carry you?
[ It's not a great idea, considering that Steve was finding it hard to keep balance, but they are perhaps on the far side of drunk to care. ]
( it's surprising how far things have come, in more ways than one, and the proverbial foot drop he's waited on for months never quite seems to arrive. for however much they've stumbled over the time passed, nothing really sits ill between them for long, and somehow they've managed to talk through everything properly, despite the hangups they both have over one thing or another. odd how that's worked, particularly knowing who tony is and understanding too that he wouldn't do that for just anyone.
the soldier has difficulty shaking the idea there has to be something thoroughly wrong with him still, between the things in his head he still can't get over and the overwhelming need to make up for his crimes committed as hydra's pet dog. the drive has certainly put him in more difficult situations than he'd like to admit aloud, times even when he'd needed help and had the presence enough to call anyone at all for it. that tony never held it against him, even commiserated in his own way, made bucky feel a little less broken and a little more sure.
after the trial run of bucky sitting pretty in the lab, it's probably not surprising they've finally reached the point of properly going out, especially with all the patience tony has already given, the wide berth by which their entire relationship seems to hover comfortably at and still never quite suffers for. if anything, the space has made things stronger, and bucky isn't even sure if that's simply the measure of how a relationship should be done now, for him, or if it just happened to be what they both needed too.
a date feels so hefty though. there are a lot of expectations with that word, and bucky can't help but feel nervous anyway, regardless of all the times they've already shared meals and spent time together. what if he finally says the wrong thing? does the wrong thing?
god, when did ties start feeling so stifling, though? he's pacing a bit, between the bathroom to check his appearance for the millionth time and peeking out the window of the balcony door. the highly treasured fidget cube that's remained on his person as much as possible doesn't quite fit into the coat pocket and sits lonely on the kitchen counter. he's never quite needed it while spending time in tony's lab, so maybe it'll be okay as long as tony is with him, right? yeah, that's definitely why he's pacing. it's just that tony isn't here yet and not at all because—
he hears the telltale rumble of a sport engine, richer than anything far cheaper, and floats swiftly toward the balcony again, as if he can't already guess and seeing will help his nerves. it really doesn't, especially when tony seems to hover uncertainly near the vehicle and all bucky can do is stare and wonder why. while he's still questioning, the buzz comes in on his intercom, and he's trotting back toward the wall near the front door to answer. this is silly. he's being silly. everything's fine. this is fine.
a swift glance to his watch says tony actually did arrive pretty much on the dot. )
Is that bad? ( the click that comes after, of the mic button switching off, seems to beg a response, but quickly after there's another click as bucky speaks again. ) On my way.
( after he reaches up to brush his hair back again, as if that would help anything other than the gnawing anxiety.
luckily he looks quite polished anyway, wearing a two-piece at all. since he's not expecting much action, he's wearing a thinner set of gloves, mostly out of habit, being anywhere public, but he anticipates tony wouldn't let that interfere with their meal anyway, something to wait on and see. chopsticks aren't particularly easy to use with gloves on, at least.
bucky only realizes he's rushed out the door when he has to slow himself from colliding into tony like a buffoon, stumbling back slightly while offering a sheepish grin. )
Ah— sorry, uh. ( a pause as he takes tony in. the guy really does look good in anything, something he appreciates fondly for a moment as the smile spreads into something far more earnest. ) You look good.
( yeah, like tony wouldn't already know. )
the soldier has difficulty shaking the idea there has to be something thoroughly wrong with him still, between the things in his head he still can't get over and the overwhelming need to make up for his crimes committed as hydra's pet dog. the drive has certainly put him in more difficult situations than he'd like to admit aloud, times even when he'd needed help and had the presence enough to call anyone at all for it. that tony never held it against him, even commiserated in his own way, made bucky feel a little less broken and a little more sure.
after the trial run of bucky sitting pretty in the lab, it's probably not surprising they've finally reached the point of properly going out, especially with all the patience tony has already given, the wide berth by which their entire relationship seems to hover comfortably at and still never quite suffers for. if anything, the space has made things stronger, and bucky isn't even sure if that's simply the measure of how a relationship should be done now, for him, or if it just happened to be what they both needed too.
a date feels so hefty though. there are a lot of expectations with that word, and bucky can't help but feel nervous anyway, regardless of all the times they've already shared meals and spent time together. what if he finally says the wrong thing? does the wrong thing?
god, when did ties start feeling so stifling, though? he's pacing a bit, between the bathroom to check his appearance for the millionth time and peeking out the window of the balcony door. the highly treasured fidget cube that's remained on his person as much as possible doesn't quite fit into the coat pocket and sits lonely on the kitchen counter. he's never quite needed it while spending time in tony's lab, so maybe it'll be okay as long as tony is with him, right? yeah, that's definitely why he's pacing. it's just that tony isn't here yet and not at all because—
he hears the telltale rumble of a sport engine, richer than anything far cheaper, and floats swiftly toward the balcony again, as if he can't already guess and seeing will help his nerves. it really doesn't, especially when tony seems to hover uncertainly near the vehicle and all bucky can do is stare and wonder why. while he's still questioning, the buzz comes in on his intercom, and he's trotting back toward the wall near the front door to answer. this is silly. he's being silly. everything's fine. this is fine.
a swift glance to his watch says tony actually did arrive pretty much on the dot. )
Is that bad? ( the click that comes after, of the mic button switching off, seems to beg a response, but quickly after there's another click as bucky speaks again. ) On my way.
( after he reaches up to brush his hair back again, as if that would help anything other than the gnawing anxiety.
luckily he looks quite polished anyway, wearing a two-piece at all. since he's not expecting much action, he's wearing a thinner set of gloves, mostly out of habit, being anywhere public, but he anticipates tony wouldn't let that interfere with their meal anyway, something to wait on and see. chopsticks aren't particularly easy to use with gloves on, at least.
bucky only realizes he's rushed out the door when he has to slow himself from colliding into tony like a buffoon, stumbling back slightly while offering a sheepish grin. )
Ah— sorry, uh. ( a pause as he takes tony in. the guy really does look good in anything, something he appreciates fondly for a moment as the smile spreads into something far more earnest. ) You look good.
( yeah, like tony wouldn't already know. )
[Steve might be doing his best to try not to be alluring, but he is. Always in that dangerous way of his. Where he stumbles in sometimes without meaning to. These little gestures, soft tones, the way his eyes take all of Tony in. It leaves him feeling unbearably hot and he just wants to drape himself entirely over Steve and take him for everything he's worth.
Except they're practically on display right now, and this isn't one of those kinds of parties. Basically what they're agreeing to right now.
Yes- no. Definitely shouldn't attempt to have sex in front of their friends.
Steve sitting up has them pressed together, chest to chest, and Tony's hands squeeze atop Steve's shoulders. Answer taking a bit long to get from his mental gates out of his mouth because he really does seem to be thinking.]
I can walk. But you can throw me on the bed, if you want.
[Somehow figuring this is a good enough middle ground.]
Don't want them to start a rumor I showed up and immediately got so trashed I couldn't even walk.
[Which is true. He doesn't want to be hearing that for the next few months. Though by now the two of them definitely will be hearing something else.]
I didn't mean to get as drunk as I am-
[Laughing, just a little, while he tries to find a way to get down off of Steve and the top of the bar at the same time. It happens in a very graceless slide down, legs sticking out until he catches the ground and then he pushes away, offering his hand to Steve after.]
By the way- which- I'm pretty sure this is your fault-
[Because Steve set him up for failure.]
Except they're practically on display right now, and this isn't one of those kinds of parties. Basically what they're agreeing to right now.
Yes- no. Definitely shouldn't attempt to have sex in front of their friends.
Steve sitting up has them pressed together, chest to chest, and Tony's hands squeeze atop Steve's shoulders. Answer taking a bit long to get from his mental gates out of his mouth because he really does seem to be thinking.]
I can walk. But you can throw me on the bed, if you want.
[Somehow figuring this is a good enough middle ground.]
Don't want them to start a rumor I showed up and immediately got so trashed I couldn't even walk.
[Which is true. He doesn't want to be hearing that for the next few months. Though by now the two of them definitely will be hearing something else.]
I didn't mean to get as drunk as I am-
[Laughing, just a little, while he tries to find a way to get down off of Steve and the top of the bar at the same time. It happens in a very graceless slide down, legs sticking out until he catches the ground and then he pushes away, offering his hand to Steve after.]
By the way- which- I'm pretty sure this is your fault-
[Because Steve set him up for failure.]
[In the realm of how Tony lives his life, being late for a date is probably a more standard expectation of him. Always caught up in his work which can oftentimes read as overt carelessness. But he made sure not to do that to Bucky. Not tonight. And hopefully not ever, though he's not sure that's a promise he can make.
Thankfully, though, not tonight. Yes. Right on time. Which is not the standard for him.
And maybe when Bucky tells him he's coming down he should step further away from the door, maybe go to the car and just wait, but he just finds himself stuck, hands in his pockets for a moment until he just barely hears the footfalls down the entryway and then the door is opening.
Greeted with the full force of him, having to catch his balance to avoid tumbling further out onto the sidewalk. He lifts a hand to Bucky's arm to steady himself, more than anything, and grins at him after taking him all in.
It's the compliment, though, that catches him a little off guard. It shouldn't. They've been flirting with this idea, and with each other, for a long time now. And he's probably heard every variation anyone could come up with, to tell him similar ideas. But...
For some reason that grin gets a little sheepish, more of a warm smile for a flicker of a moment. Crush is a juvenile word, but it might be the only one he can think of in that moment.]
You clean up good. I knew you would. [Boasting only a little, and only playfully. Finally his hand leaves Bucky's arm so that he can gesture at the car.] I think we'll be on time for the reservation, too.
[Nudging him just a little over to the car where he actually opens Bucky's door for him. On his best behavior tonight, certainly.] Usually places like this expect I'll be fashionably late.
Thankfully, though, not tonight. Yes. Right on time. Which is not the standard for him.
And maybe when Bucky tells him he's coming down he should step further away from the door, maybe go to the car and just wait, but he just finds himself stuck, hands in his pockets for a moment until he just barely hears the footfalls down the entryway and then the door is opening.
Greeted with the full force of him, having to catch his balance to avoid tumbling further out onto the sidewalk. He lifts a hand to Bucky's arm to steady himself, more than anything, and grins at him after taking him all in.
It's the compliment, though, that catches him a little off guard. It shouldn't. They've been flirting with this idea, and with each other, for a long time now. And he's probably heard every variation anyone could come up with, to tell him similar ideas. But...
For some reason that grin gets a little sheepish, more of a warm smile for a flicker of a moment. Crush is a juvenile word, but it might be the only one he can think of in that moment.]
You clean up good. I knew you would. [Boasting only a little, and only playfully. Finally his hand leaves Bucky's arm so that he can gesture at the car.] I think we'll be on time for the reservation, too.
[Nudging him just a little over to the car where he actually opens Bucky's door for him. On his best behavior tonight, certainly.] Usually places like this expect I'll be fashionably late.
[ Tony is so very cute like this, stumbling around, happy. He imagines that he used to like the feeling of being drunk, or else, he wouldn't have done it so often. So he'd always imagined Tony to be flirtier, to be endlessly friendlier when given a little bit of social lubrication. And maybe it also helps that he was in a good mood to start, and he still is.
But Tony's positively adorable with his big eyes and his sweet drunken laughter. ]
I'll take full responsibility when you wake up tomorrow with a hangover.
[ He takes Tony's hand in his and tries to scurry with him upstairs, the rest of the party having returned to their game without them and seeming not to notice them slipping out. Good, they deserve to have a nice night and a good time, Steve thinks. ]
I wanna keep playing. But with kisses, instead of drinks.
[ He has no idea how that's supposed to work because the kisses are very much mutual, but he also very much enjoys these little playful things they share with each other. It doesn't have to make sense.
Once they get to the bedroom, he does in fact throw Tony on the bed, a little harder than usual, climbing in right after him, over top of him, his kisses artless and clumsy but just as passionate as usual. ]
Never have I ever gotten drunk and snuck out of a party to go have sex before.
But Tony's positively adorable with his big eyes and his sweet drunken laughter. ]
I'll take full responsibility when you wake up tomorrow with a hangover.
[ He takes Tony's hand in his and tries to scurry with him upstairs, the rest of the party having returned to their game without them and seeming not to notice them slipping out. Good, they deserve to have a nice night and a good time, Steve thinks. ]
I wanna keep playing. But with kisses, instead of drinks.
[ He has no idea how that's supposed to work because the kisses are very much mutual, but he also very much enjoys these little playful things they share with each other. It doesn't have to make sense.
Once they get to the bedroom, he does in fact throw Tony on the bed, a little harder than usual, climbing in right after him, over top of him, his kisses artless and clumsy but just as passionate as usual. ]
Never have I ever gotten drunk and snuck out of a party to go have sex before.
Good because it's definitely your fault.
[The hangovers are the worst part about a fun night, but he'll worry about that tomorrow. Literally. The only time he'll need to. Right now he's having fun, making away with Steve like a couple of drunk college kids. Away from the party and into the dorms, so to speak.
A little noise slips out of him, as Steve lifts him up and throws him down, something slightly startled but warm near the end. Followed by more of that warm bubbly laughter that alcohol lets loose from him so freely. Not quite as guarded or reserved. The chuckling dying down into an even softer noise as Steve leans in over him. Tony's hands are as greedy as ever, catching in Steve's shirt before lifting to hold the sides of Steve's face, pull him in closer so they can kiss.]
Oh- is that what we're doing?
[Lips parted, grinning against Steve's mouth, and then kissing him again because that's apparently the name of the game now. Less about finding something that'll only get everyone else- Steve in this case- to drink. Instead trying to flip through his mental catalogue to capture them both.]
Never have I ever- wanted you so bad I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
[Tactless and maybe a little too easy, especially as he gives himself permission to reach down and cup Steve's ass in a firm squeeze while tipping in for another smiley kiss. But it only occurs to him that that makes no sense and he tries to amend-]
Could? Could keep my hands to myself? You know what I mean.
[The hangovers are the worst part about a fun night, but he'll worry about that tomorrow. Literally. The only time he'll need to. Right now he's having fun, making away with Steve like a couple of drunk college kids. Away from the party and into the dorms, so to speak.
A little noise slips out of him, as Steve lifts him up and throws him down, something slightly startled but warm near the end. Followed by more of that warm bubbly laughter that alcohol lets loose from him so freely. Not quite as guarded or reserved. The chuckling dying down into an even softer noise as Steve leans in over him. Tony's hands are as greedy as ever, catching in Steve's shirt before lifting to hold the sides of Steve's face, pull him in closer so they can kiss.]
Oh- is that what we're doing?
[Lips parted, grinning against Steve's mouth, and then kissing him again because that's apparently the name of the game now. Less about finding something that'll only get everyone else- Steve in this case- to drink. Instead trying to flip through his mental catalogue to capture them both.]
Never have I ever- wanted you so bad I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
[Tactless and maybe a little too easy, especially as he gives himself permission to reach down and cup Steve's ass in a firm squeeze while tipping in for another smiley kiss. But it only occurs to him that that makes no sense and he tries to amend-]
Could? Could keep my hands to myself? You know what I mean.
[ The phrasing's a bit hard for Steve to wrap his head around, but they're both drunk and it kind of makes sense to his ale-addled brain. ]
You know how I feel about that.
[ He kisses Tony sloppily, because he's unable to keep the smile off his face as they come together. Tony's hands on his cheeks just makes him so very happy in this moment, and he can't help but to grin like a cat who's caught a bird.
When Tony grabs his ass he doesn't know whether to move backwards into the touch or forwards to grind his hips into Tony's, so he tries both in succession and stars dot the back of his eyelids. ]
Never have I ever... been able to get you off my mind.
[ It's a near-constant thing, to think of Tony. He's always thought it was just on par the course with loving Tony Stark: the man never did anything in half-measures so why would this be any different? Why would this be any less than obsessive and all-consuming? Sometimes it's dizzying just to think that they're here together, almost overwhelming in nature. But Steve loves this too, loves feeling this way, and loves knowing that Tony is the same.
He works on Tony's shirt, his movements graceless, definitely pulling a few buttons along the way. ]
Wait, wait, you do this. I'm destroying your shirt.
You know how I feel about that.
[ He kisses Tony sloppily, because he's unable to keep the smile off his face as they come together. Tony's hands on his cheeks just makes him so very happy in this moment, and he can't help but to grin like a cat who's caught a bird.
When Tony grabs his ass he doesn't know whether to move backwards into the touch or forwards to grind his hips into Tony's, so he tries both in succession and stars dot the back of his eyelids. ]
Never have I ever... been able to get you off my mind.
[ It's a near-constant thing, to think of Tony. He's always thought it was just on par the course with loving Tony Stark: the man never did anything in half-measures so why would this be any different? Why would this be any less than obsessive and all-consuming? Sometimes it's dizzying just to think that they're here together, almost overwhelming in nature. But Steve loves this too, loves feeling this way, and loves knowing that Tony is the same.
He works on Tony's shirt, his movements graceless, definitely pulling a few buttons along the way. ]
Wait, wait, you do this. I'm destroying your shirt.
[He could so very happily drown in Steve in this moment and it'd probably be the best way to go. The way their lips slide against each other, disconnect and reconnect, broken up by smiles and their soft, shared laughter. Sometimes at nothing, it doesn't really matter. He's liquor-loose and having a great time with Steve atop him.]
You're a little too good at this game.
[Amused, tow lone and rumbly as he hums the words against Steve's mouth while he's still there. And when Steve starts pawing at his shirt he thinks he should help. Probably try and unbutton himself out of his waistcoat and his shirt- but instead his hands are shifting up along Steve's back, grabbing his shirt instead as if he intends to pull it off for him.
Though when Steve stills Tony does, too, trying his best to listen because Steve said wait and-
The reason why has him biting his own lower lip and it must be obvious what he's about to say.]
Go ahead. Rip it. Take it off me. But let me take off yours first before you do.
[Even though he assumes Steve won't have to do much flexing if any, it must be like tearing paper to him. But Tony will so very clearly take any opportunity to get Steve out of his clothes anyway.]
You're a little too good at this game.
[Amused, tow lone and rumbly as he hums the words against Steve's mouth while he's still there. And when Steve starts pawing at his shirt he thinks he should help. Probably try and unbutton himself out of his waistcoat and his shirt- but instead his hands are shifting up along Steve's back, grabbing his shirt instead as if he intends to pull it off for him.
Though when Steve stills Tony does, too, trying his best to listen because Steve said wait and-
The reason why has him biting his own lower lip and it must be obvious what he's about to say.]
Go ahead. Rip it. Take it off me. But let me take off yours first before you do.
[Even though he assumes Steve won't have to do much flexing if any, it must be like tearing paper to him. But Tony will so very clearly take any opportunity to get Steve out of his clothes anyway.]
[ Steve has never felt so uncoordinated in his life, but he's trying his best. And when Tony asks that Steve take his shirt off first, he tries to just lift it over his head, but then he gets stuck. So, he gives it a good rip and thinks he'll just sew all these buttons back on tomorrow, except that somehow he's also managed to basically just hulk out of the damn thing.
And, okay, maybe he will try to buy a sturdier shirt, for more than $50, some other time.
He barely gets it off and he's already rolling his hips against Tony's, almost as if he'd forgotten that they still are mostly clothed and there's still all this fabric in the way. But he works on that, forgoing the shirt for now and grasping at Tony's belt as he latches lips onto his neck, definitively less discerning with his kisses than he would normally be sober. ]
You're so amazing, Tony.
[ He can't really help how soft he feels in the moment - normally he at least gets a bit of a filter, but while drunk everything is open and honest and apparently steeped in poetry and little games to get to know Tony better. Sort of. It's not like the game gave him any new information, but the thought was there. ]
Can't wait to marry you.
[ He unhelpfully mutters all this into Tony's neck, and further sentiments about his dreams for married life. ]
And do all our taxes together. Make you coffee every morning. 'N take out all your garbage.
And, okay, maybe he will try to buy a sturdier shirt, for more than $50, some other time.
He barely gets it off and he's already rolling his hips against Tony's, almost as if he'd forgotten that they still are mostly clothed and there's still all this fabric in the way. But he works on that, forgoing the shirt for now and grasping at Tony's belt as he latches lips onto his neck, definitively less discerning with his kisses than he would normally be sober. ]
You're so amazing, Tony.
[ He can't really help how soft he feels in the moment - normally he at least gets a bit of a filter, but while drunk everything is open and honest and apparently steeped in poetry and little games to get to know Tony better. Sort of. It's not like the game gave him any new information, but the thought was there. ]
Can't wait to marry you.
[ He unhelpfully mutters all this into Tony's neck, and further sentiments about his dreams for married life. ]
And do all our taxes together. Make you coffee every morning. 'N take out all your garbage.
[When Steve goes for his belt, Tony tries to assist instead by making the attempt to get his own layers off. Yes, he'd like for Steve to rip his clothes because that's unbearably hot, but he can also help. At least that's the thought, but there Steve is, stealing his breath away, urging his hips upwards to grind against his to gain more of that friction.
And he's not sure he's amazing, but he takes it like any other praise that spills out of Steve's lips in moments like these. Lets it burn through him, lets it make him feel good. Easy to do, too, when Steve's there at the side of his neck. His head angles and pushes back against the bed to give Steve a larger expanse of skin to mark up while his hands latch onto anywhere he can get them.
Namely, eventually, Steve's ass. Pushing and pulling him into the way they move together, squeezing too.]
Gonna make you mine. Show the world how lucky I got. [Because that's where his thoughts always are. That Steve is above and beyond him and he's terribly lucky he still gets to keep him. Every day.]
Mn- hmn- normal-? [He's more than a little lost and it doesn't help that Tony has no concept of what normal married life looks like. But he tries to drunkenly build the vision Steve suddenly has going on.]
Getting the mail and- picnics out by the lake. Holidays. And vacations. Just you and me. Did- ...I mention how lucky I am? That I get to keep you? Because if I didn't- I can say it a few more times.
And he's not sure he's amazing, but he takes it like any other praise that spills out of Steve's lips in moments like these. Lets it burn through him, lets it make him feel good. Easy to do, too, when Steve's there at the side of his neck. His head angles and pushes back against the bed to give Steve a larger expanse of skin to mark up while his hands latch onto anywhere he can get them.
Namely, eventually, Steve's ass. Pushing and pulling him into the way they move together, squeezing too.]
Gonna make you mine. Show the world how lucky I got. [Because that's where his thoughts always are. That Steve is above and beyond him and he's terribly lucky he still gets to keep him. Every day.]
Mn- hmn- normal-? [He's more than a little lost and it doesn't help that Tony has no concept of what normal married life looks like. But he tries to drunkenly build the vision Steve suddenly has going on.]
Getting the mail and- picnics out by the lake. Holidays. And vacations. Just you and me. Did- ...I mention how lucky I am? That I get to keep you? Because if I didn't- I can say it a few more times.
[ He hopes they're not downstairs waiting for them, because Steve thinks that he and Tony are retiring for the night, that when they're done here, they might need to reserve all their energy to get up and wash off afterwards, and then collapse on top of each other in drunken laughter until they fall asleep.
But right now, his thoughts have completely shut off as Tony grabs his ass, and his hands go to desperately take himself out of his pants, lips clumsy against Tony's as he nearly rips his belt loops off with his belt, and whines into his mouth and his jaw and his cheek. ]
Picnics... Yes.
[ The way that word trails off into a hiss as he thrusts his hips down make it almost sound like he's turned on by picnics; it's very difficult to keep a conversation going while in this state.
He pulls his pants down until they're only around his knees, and tries to kick them off the rest of the way as he puts his hand on Tony's ass and pulls at him until they roll over, until Tony's straddling his waist, which, okay, didn't actually make it easier to take his pants off, but the thought was almost there. ]
Let's go on a vacation. You, and me. And a sunset.
[ He smiles up at Tony, and runs hands down his sides, until he's got both his hands full of asscheek. He gives one a little jostle, and the other one a playful little smack. ]
Need these off.
But right now, his thoughts have completely shut off as Tony grabs his ass, and his hands go to desperately take himself out of his pants, lips clumsy against Tony's as he nearly rips his belt loops off with his belt, and whines into his mouth and his jaw and his cheek. ]
Picnics... Yes.
[ The way that word trails off into a hiss as he thrusts his hips down make it almost sound like he's turned on by picnics; it's very difficult to keep a conversation going while in this state.
He pulls his pants down until they're only around his knees, and tries to kick them off the rest of the way as he puts his hand on Tony's ass and pulls at him until they roll over, until Tony's straddling his waist, which, okay, didn't actually make it easier to take his pants off, but the thought was almost there. ]
Let's go on a vacation. You, and me. And a sunset.
[ He smiles up at Tony, and runs hands down his sides, until he's got both his hands full of asscheek. He gives one a little jostle, and the other one a playful little smack. ]
Need these off.
[He's not expecting his world to suddenly reorient itself. It leaves him a little dizzy and confused, falling atop Steve halfway, hands pushed into the mattress at the sides of Steve's head while he figures out what the hell just happened. More earnest laughter seems to just pour out of him when he figures out what exactly it was.]
And nothing between us- presumably-
[Words getting in the way of all that audible mirth. Then it's his turn, to push back into Steve's hands while trying to listen to what's being, more or less, commanded of him.
He has to sit up on his knees, weight on Steve's lap, as he figures out how to unbutton his pants and unzip them the rest of the way, and then attempt to peel them off his hips in some way that's sexy and less just uncoordinated.]
I love when you do that- by the way- very hot- [So he starts with this as he gets his pants and boxers down halfway and then he slides in a lean over Steve again, half kissing him while the rest of his attention is still in getting his pants the rest of the way off.]
When you just do what you want. Take what you want. Drives me crazy. Makes me wanna give you everything. [Not a new thought, but definitely unguarded in its entirety as he speaks it anew with no barrier.]
And nothing between us- presumably-
[Words getting in the way of all that audible mirth. Then it's his turn, to push back into Steve's hands while trying to listen to what's being, more or less, commanded of him.
He has to sit up on his knees, weight on Steve's lap, as he figures out how to unbutton his pants and unzip them the rest of the way, and then attempt to peel them off his hips in some way that's sexy and less just uncoordinated.]
I love when you do that- by the way- very hot- [So he starts with this as he gets his pants and boxers down halfway and then he slides in a lean over Steve again, half kissing him while the rest of his attention is still in getting his pants the rest of the way off.]
When you just do what you want. Take what you want. Drives me crazy. Makes me wanna give you everything. [Not a new thought, but definitely unguarded in its entirety as he speaks it anew with no barrier.]
[ Steve should really be helping Tony get his clothes off, but he's more of a hindrance, and finds himself busy with warm hands on his skin, running up his sides, cupping his chest, flicking a thumb over his nipple. The sensation feels just a little bit different when he's drunk - no worse or better, just different. It's a little bit thrilling. ]
You always wanna give me everything.
[ A total call-out, but he doesn't mean it badly. He smacks Tony on the ass and draws his tongue over his teeth as he's finally freed from his pants, dropping a hand to gently tease his cock. He looks up at Tony with as intense a gaze as he can muster, half-affected by drink and half by lust. ]
I love it. Love that you can't wait to get my hands on you. Love when you always tell me what I want to do to you, like you don't want it just as bad. Like it's never your idea in the first place.
[ The rambling doesn't really get a filter, but that's fine. One of the things he likes about the sex is the vulnerability, the way that he doesn't have to put on the Steve Rogers he shows to everyone else. He just gets to be Tony's fiancé, his beloved, his lover. ]
I need you.
[ He mumbles that into Tony's mouth, feeling all the drunker still off of their shared breaths, fumbling around in their nightstand, getting what he's looking for but also definitely smacking the whole top drawer onto the bedroom floor. ]
--'ll fix that tomorrow.
You always wanna give me everything.
[ A total call-out, but he doesn't mean it badly. He smacks Tony on the ass and draws his tongue over his teeth as he's finally freed from his pants, dropping a hand to gently tease his cock. He looks up at Tony with as intense a gaze as he can muster, half-affected by drink and half by lust. ]
I love it. Love that you can't wait to get my hands on you. Love when you always tell me what I want to do to you, like you don't want it just as bad. Like it's never your idea in the first place.
[ The rambling doesn't really get a filter, but that's fine. One of the things he likes about the sex is the vulnerability, the way that he doesn't have to put on the Steve Rogers he shows to everyone else. He just gets to be Tony's fiancé, his beloved, his lover. ]
I need you.
[ He mumbles that into Tony's mouth, feeling all the drunker still off of their shared breaths, fumbling around in their nightstand, getting what he's looking for but also definitely smacking the whole top drawer onto the bedroom floor. ]
--'ll fix that tomorrow.
[He feels himself flush a little brighter, with Steve hands on him, and the way he's talking to him. Caught, as always. No point in pretending otherwise. Steve's right. He wants him every moment of every day and has never much been afraid to say so. Would definitely give him anything he asked for.
Which is why those next three words get a tipsy nod, before he attempts to kiss him senseless. It doesn't really go as planned, not with Steve reaching back to blindly try and get the lube out of the nightstand- and potentially break it no less- which has Tony smiling against his lips.
He tries to ease down from the amusement though so he can take the bottle in hand, and make his attempt at seducing Steve further. It's not necessary, but there's also never a moment where he doesn't want to be, either, just the same.]
Tell me what you need, gorgeous. [He backs off only so that he can pour some lube on his fingers, not really waiting for Steve to finish as he nudges his legs wider, sliding a hand along his cock first in one slow pump.]
Want me to fuck you? Nice and slow and deep? [Words spilled out against Steve's lips still, migrating that touch lower, palm with a soft pressure against Steve's balls before dropping between his legs completely, finger just gently circling his entrance.]
Which is why those next three words get a tipsy nod, before he attempts to kiss him senseless. It doesn't really go as planned, not with Steve reaching back to blindly try and get the lube out of the nightstand- and potentially break it no less- which has Tony smiling against his lips.
He tries to ease down from the amusement though so he can take the bottle in hand, and make his attempt at seducing Steve further. It's not necessary, but there's also never a moment where he doesn't want to be, either, just the same.]
Tell me what you need, gorgeous. [He backs off only so that he can pour some lube on his fingers, not really waiting for Steve to finish as he nudges his legs wider, sliding a hand along his cock first in one slow pump.]
Want me to fuck you? Nice and slow and deep? [Words spilled out against Steve's lips still, migrating that touch lower, palm with a soft pressure against Steve's balls before dropping between his legs completely, finger just gently circling his entrance.]
[ He loves all the ways that they have sex, that they make love. When it's slow, or when it's fast and hard, it's always intense, it's always exactly what he needs. So the answer's always yes, or at least a resounding sure, he'd like to try, if it's not something that's in his repertoire.
He gets to say that less and less, as time goes on.
And yet, he's not expecting it when Tony nudges his legs apart and just plays with him, pulls moans from him even as he writhes his hips to get just a little more sensation. ]
Yes. Yes, Tony, give it to me. Fuck me.
[ There's not a way to be less crude about this, but he knows Tony gets off on hearing all these vulgar words come out of Steve's mouth. And not only that - all those kicks really help his flexibility, and he spreads his legs in a full split, because he knows Tony likes seeing how very eager Steve is all the time, too.
He pulls Tony in close, sloppy kisses at his jaw, hand holding his hair just a tad veering on a little too hard. ]
How do you want me? Any way you want it, sweetheart, I'm yours.
He gets to say that less and less, as time goes on.
And yet, he's not expecting it when Tony nudges his legs apart and just plays with him, pulls moans from him even as he writhes his hips to get just a little more sensation. ]
Yes. Yes, Tony, give it to me. Fuck me.
[ There's not a way to be less crude about this, but he knows Tony gets off on hearing all these vulgar words come out of Steve's mouth. And not only that - all those kicks really help his flexibility, and he spreads his legs in a full split, because he knows Tony likes seeing how very eager Steve is all the time, too.
He pulls Tony in close, sloppy kisses at his jaw, hand holding his hair just a tad veering on a little too hard. ]
How do you want me? Any way you want it, sweetheart, I'm yours.
[A few deep moans leak out from him, against Steve's skin, his lips, almost like sharing the sound with him where he can't really help it. What he's saying, the wide spread of his legs in eager anticipation and heavy need- and, yes, the way Steve's suddenly clutching to his hair. He's willing himself to climb back down from his drunken haze so that he doesn't get overzealous and possibly hurt Steve.
He slides a finger deep into him, pressing up immediately against his prostate, withdraws, and then back in again slow repeating the exact same motion while he tries to get his brain together. If that's even possible at this point.]
I think- maybe- half on your side, with your leg over my shoulder. It's a great angle.
[And a position he can manage while drunk. Maybe. He's mostly sure. Confident enough. One finger turns to two while he scissors them gently in and out, going for deep, long strokes every time.]
Wanna watch you take me and turn into a mess. Unless you want something else- in which case- speak now- etcetera etcetera.
He slides a finger deep into him, pressing up immediately against his prostate, withdraws, and then back in again slow repeating the exact same motion while he tries to get his brain together. If that's even possible at this point.]
I think- maybe- half on your side, with your leg over my shoulder. It's a great angle.
[And a position he can manage while drunk. Maybe. He's mostly sure. Confident enough. One finger turns to two while he scissors them gently in and out, going for deep, long strokes every time.]
Wanna watch you take me and turn into a mess. Unless you want something else- in which case- speak now- etcetera etcetera.
[ Tony's always intent on turning Steve's brain into absolute slush, but the drink's already gotten him halfway there, so it doesn't take much to turn him into an absolute mess. He grabs a pillow to muffle his own sound with it as Tony brushes up against him where he's the most sensitive, whines when he withdraws, and his hips try to follow Tony's hand. ]
I like it any way you like it.
[ He says this into the pillow, so most of the words get completely drowned out, so he moves it to the side as he writhes down on Tony's fingers, one hand around his waist and the other one reaching down between his legs to gently work his cock. ]
It was a good night, wasn't it?
[ He's still a little stuck on this idea that they're doing things like getting drunk at parties together, stepping out as a couple. Moving into a house. Soon they'll be married, and putting things on a registry of stuff they don't need and painting swatches of ten different white paints on the walls, doing all the things normal couples do.
He'd never bought into that family dynamic that almost everyone his age seemed to want a part of, that 1950s stuff, because he'd never wanted a wife like that and he's pretty sure Tony would only put on an apron for sex-related reasons. But, still, he carries this fantasy where he brings Tony pancakes in bed, and they host dinner parties, and do the Sunday crossword together. ]
We should do this more.
[ The hand that's at Tony's waist lifts to cup his cheek. Whatever Steve's thinking, it's soft. ]
I like it any way you like it.
[ He says this into the pillow, so most of the words get completely drowned out, so he moves it to the side as he writhes down on Tony's fingers, one hand around his waist and the other one reaching down between his legs to gently work his cock. ]
It was a good night, wasn't it?
[ He's still a little stuck on this idea that they're doing things like getting drunk at parties together, stepping out as a couple. Moving into a house. Soon they'll be married, and putting things on a registry of stuff they don't need and painting swatches of ten different white paints on the walls, doing all the things normal couples do.
He'd never bought into that family dynamic that almost everyone his age seemed to want a part of, that 1950s stuff, because he'd never wanted a wife like that and he's pretty sure Tony would only put on an apron for sex-related reasons. But, still, he carries this fantasy where he brings Tony pancakes in bed, and they host dinner parties, and do the Sunday crossword together. ]
We should do this more.
[ The hand that's at Tony's waist lifts to cup his cheek. Whatever Steve's thinking, it's soft. ]
[The way Steve touches him has him faltering if only slightly. Hard to task out his attentions while he's still drunk. Doesn't come as fluid as it usually does. But he tries to get a hold of himself, tries to also listen to what Steve's saying.]
Mostly. After I stopped being late. Which you're well within your rights to be mad about, you know.
[Because it's how it always is. Things get planned and he loses track of time or people take it from him and he can't get away. It's not that things aren't important, it's just so easy for him to get lost and buried underneath work that feels all consuming and important in the moment.
He rests his forehead against Steve's, still half kneeled over him, one hand in the bed, as his next slow shift inward he adds a third digit. And that look Steve's suddenly giving him makes him feel like he might melt into a puddle atop him.]
What- get drunk at parties together? [Grinning a little where he can't help it.] Leave when everyone has had enough of us canoodling and have sex? You won't find me disagreeing with the idea.
[Sounds like a very perfect night. Has been so far. Will continue to be for as long as they carry on, he's certain.]
Mostly. After I stopped being late. Which you're well within your rights to be mad about, you know.
[Because it's how it always is. Things get planned and he loses track of time or people take it from him and he can't get away. It's not that things aren't important, it's just so easy for him to get lost and buried underneath work that feels all consuming and important in the moment.
He rests his forehead against Steve's, still half kneeled over him, one hand in the bed, as his next slow shift inward he adds a third digit. And that look Steve's suddenly giving him makes him feel like he might melt into a puddle atop him.]
What- get drunk at parties together? [Grinning a little where he can't help it.] Leave when everyone has had enough of us canoodling and have sex? You won't find me disagreeing with the idea.
[Sounds like a very perfect night. Has been so far. Will continue to be for as long as they carry on, he's certain.]
[ Steve gives a mock pout, exacerbated by how drunk he is, flushed pink and looking up at Tony with nearly black eyes. ]
Still am mad you were late. Could've recited you my poetry.
[ But that melts into a groan as Tony presses a third finger into him, as his jaw falls slack and he gasps like he's surprised at how pleasurable it is to be opened on Tony's hand. It's strange, isn't it? How many times they've done this, but it feels so brand new. ]
Go to parties together, get drunk, leave with each other.
[ It seems so mundane when he puts it like that, but he kind of loves the idea of something to balance out all the times their relationship is so bizarrely absurd. Tony asking him to fly into Italy on a moment's notice, Steve asking Tony for remote access to an abandoned AIM facility and then to dinner after.
Their lives are ridiculous, and that's why they have a lake house and why Steve puts up a tree every year for Christmas and wants to knit Tony sweaters and make a little scrapbook of their lives. ]
Depends on how bad our hangovers are.
[ He swivels his hips down on Tony's fingers, his words almost breathless, but soon enough those little snippets of dreams for their utterly normal lives together turn into something more pressing: ]
I'm ready, Tony, please Tony...
Still am mad you were late. Could've recited you my poetry.
[ But that melts into a groan as Tony presses a third finger into him, as his jaw falls slack and he gasps like he's surprised at how pleasurable it is to be opened on Tony's hand. It's strange, isn't it? How many times they've done this, but it feels so brand new. ]
Go to parties together, get drunk, leave with each other.
[ It seems so mundane when he puts it like that, but he kind of loves the idea of something to balance out all the times their relationship is so bizarrely absurd. Tony asking him to fly into Italy on a moment's notice, Steve asking Tony for remote access to an abandoned AIM facility and then to dinner after.
Their lives are ridiculous, and that's why they have a lake house and why Steve puts up a tree every year for Christmas and wants to knit Tony sweaters and make a little scrapbook of their lives. ]
Depends on how bad our hangovers are.
[ He swivels his hips down on Tony's fingers, his words almost breathless, but soon enough those little snippets of dreams for their utterly normal lives together turn into something more pressing: ]
I'm ready, Tony, please Tony...
Still wanna hear it.
[A slightly incomplete thought, caught up in Steve's body and the way he looks underneath him, but a true one nonetheless. Steve's artistic mind continues to be one of the most beautiful Tony has encountered and he'd encourage him in any endeavor he'd ever want to hone in on. The poetry texted to him tonight had been some parts silly, he might not ever get over bye, but the other parts around it had been as warming and wonderful as Steve's art always is.
Steve's whining clears some of the fog, if only a little. It's a slow withdraw, the way he pulls his fingers from Steve, blindly reaches around to find that bottle of lube and pours a generous amount over his cock. Losing some of the plot, as his hand wraps around and he gives himself a few slow pumps that he works his hips equally into with a soft breath out.
But as his half-lidded gaze takes in Steve spread out for him he shifts in, taking Steve's leg up over his shoulder, thigh to his chest. His hands palm over his hips, directing him towards the right.]
Lay a little on your side for me.
[Hoping to give Steve a deeper angle in this position as he turns him, brushing the head of his cock against him and only waiting just a few seconds more before easing in, almost entirely too consumed with the way Steve feels the second he's inside him.]
Fuck- [The word tumbles out of him in a groan.] You're so tight- so perfect for me- [Praises just as much in free-fall until he completely bottoms out and holds the position there for a second to give Steve time to adjust.] Love the way I stretch you out. You feel incredible.
[A slightly incomplete thought, caught up in Steve's body and the way he looks underneath him, but a true one nonetheless. Steve's artistic mind continues to be one of the most beautiful Tony has encountered and he'd encourage him in any endeavor he'd ever want to hone in on. The poetry texted to him tonight had been some parts silly, he might not ever get over bye, but the other parts around it had been as warming and wonderful as Steve's art always is.
Steve's whining clears some of the fog, if only a little. It's a slow withdraw, the way he pulls his fingers from Steve, blindly reaches around to find that bottle of lube and pours a generous amount over his cock. Losing some of the plot, as his hand wraps around and he gives himself a few slow pumps that he works his hips equally into with a soft breath out.
But as his half-lidded gaze takes in Steve spread out for him he shifts in, taking Steve's leg up over his shoulder, thigh to his chest. His hands palm over his hips, directing him towards the right.]
Lay a little on your side for me.
[Hoping to give Steve a deeper angle in this position as he turns him, brushing the head of his cock against him and only waiting just a few seconds more before easing in, almost entirely too consumed with the way Steve feels the second he's inside him.]
Fuck- [The word tumbles out of him in a groan.] You're so tight- so perfect for me- [Praises just as much in free-fall until he completely bottoms out and holds the position there for a second to give Steve time to adjust.] Love the way I stretch you out. You feel incredible.
[ He'll regret sending it in the morning, but only a little bit - mostly for the 'byes', since he never knows how to bookend a thought. He's got the beginning, he's got the middle, and he doesn't know how it ends because he doesn't want it to: he wants that feeling to stretch on and on like driving at night on an empty freeway.
He follows Tony's lead, reposed on his side, leg propped up against Tony's chest. He could lean over as far as he wants; Steve is flexible, and something about the angle at which he's reclining and the thin sheen of sweat forming on his skin puts his muscles in sharp relief, each inhale carving out more of his abdomen than should be legal.
And when Tony sinks into him, he feels like he can't breathe, his brows knit tightly, his nerves alight. He doesn't feel any pain, but there's so much pressure from how Tony fills him up, he can hardly place a coherent thought in his head besides "Tony," and that's what he says, over and over again, losing a little breath each time. ]
Move.
[ Finally, another thought. He shifts his hips and feels shivers across his whole body. ]
Please move.
He follows Tony's lead, reposed on his side, leg propped up against Tony's chest. He could lean over as far as he wants; Steve is flexible, and something about the angle at which he's reclining and the thin sheen of sweat forming on his skin puts his muscles in sharp relief, each inhale carving out more of his abdomen than should be legal.
And when Tony sinks into him, he feels like he can't breathe, his brows knit tightly, his nerves alight. He doesn't feel any pain, but there's so much pressure from how Tony fills him up, he can hardly place a coherent thought in his head besides "Tony," and that's what he says, over and over again, losing a little breath each time. ]
Move.
[ Finally, another thought. He shifts his hips and feels shivers across his whole body. ]
Please move.
[Kneeling in a wide stance, holding Steve's leg in one hand with a squeeze, he feels fairly balanced and might stay this way for a bit. If he can manage it. The room is still swimming around him just slightly, but his focus is entirely on Steve. He looks utterly unfair this way and Tony finds himself chewing on his lower lip.
Staring like a man starving, like he's not already currently buried to the hilt in him. Steve's calls of his name only bring him further into this realm of being unfocused and yet sharply so on every inch of Steve.
But it's when he starts making demands that he finds himself grinning. His free hand drops, trailing from just beneath the center of Steve's ribcage, tips of his fingers pressing in over those well defined muscles. Lower still, teasing over the length of his cock.]
Bossy.
[As teasing as it is reprimanding. But for Steve's efforts he slowly withdraws, like he might stay slow.]
You like telling me what to do? When I've got you underneath me like this?
[Only when he's almost all the way pulled out does he rock his hips inward quickly, slamming himself into Steve in the very next breath.]
Staring like a man starving, like he's not already currently buried to the hilt in him. Steve's calls of his name only bring him further into this realm of being unfocused and yet sharply so on every inch of Steve.
But it's when he starts making demands that he finds himself grinning. His free hand drops, trailing from just beneath the center of Steve's ribcage, tips of his fingers pressing in over those well defined muscles. Lower still, teasing over the length of his cock.]
Bossy.
[As teasing as it is reprimanding. But for Steve's efforts he slowly withdraws, like he might stay slow.]
You like telling me what to do? When I've got you underneath me like this?
[Only when he's almost all the way pulled out does he rock his hips inward quickly, slamming himself into Steve in the very next breath.]
[ Steve's body is pulled taut like a string being tuned, and he always feels like he might snap and break, but knows that he's in good hands, that no matter how much tension there is, there's always a release coming eventually, and that Tony knows his body enough to guide him there every time, without fail.
But he also always takes him right to the point, hand around his cock and buried within him, the pressure so high, the pleasure so strong that it hits him with the kind of force he usually associates with battle. ]
You like when I'm--
[ Bossy, he wants to say, but the word doesn't make it out as Tony slams into him, pushing Steve into Tony's hand, causing a fault in his thoughts, an incoherent groan replacing it instead. The arm that isn't keeping him propped up reaches towards Tony, on his side, over his ribcage, grasping and pawing at his chest.
He manages to eke out the words: ]
Just like that.
[ Riding on the breath he exhales with, thought finishing before he can draw another, or else it too would be lost. His head is swimming more than it usually is, alcohol clouding his mind as much as the lust, but he knows what he wants; he's not afraid to chase it, pulling Tony towards him, his hips impatient, pleas just on the tip of his tongue. ]
But he also always takes him right to the point, hand around his cock and buried within him, the pressure so high, the pleasure so strong that it hits him with the kind of force he usually associates with battle. ]
You like when I'm--
[ Bossy, he wants to say, but the word doesn't make it out as Tony slams into him, pushing Steve into Tony's hand, causing a fault in his thoughts, an incoherent groan replacing it instead. The arm that isn't keeping him propped up reaches towards Tony, on his side, over his ribcage, grasping and pawing at his chest.
He manages to eke out the words: ]
Just like that.
[ Riding on the breath he exhales with, thought finishing before he can draw another, or else it too would be lost. His head is swimming more than it usually is, alcohol clouding his mind as much as the lust, but he knows what he wants; he's not afraid to chase it, pulling Tony towards him, his hips impatient, pleas just on the tip of his tongue. ]
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