[ 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. ]
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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. ]