[ 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. ]
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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. ]