[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.
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[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.