[ 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. ]
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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.