[A murmur to no one. An errant thought that passes by. Not the least of which because it's true. Steve's his, so thoroughly and completely, and there isn't a moment that passes by that he's not in awe of that fact. Especially not when they're tangled together like this.
When Steve lets Tony fuck him. Sometimes that's what it feels like. That Steve's inherently too good for him and this is all some extended spate of luck. After all their time together, he knows it's not so, not like that, but he can't help the thought.
There's a moan first, that he can't help, before an actual answer can even form. As Steve's body just wraps around him, keeps him, and almost feels like inviting him further in- as impossible as that is. Alcohol haze making the thought feel real. His pace picks up just a little, not demanding, but still deep and hard.]
Wouldn't dream of it, gorgeous.
[A warm, easy response to those repeated pleas.]
And I do. Love the way you look when I fuck you open. When I'm this deep inside you and you can't help but beg me not to stop.
[Which clearly is something he's enjoying quite a lot. He curves in just a little, drawing the tip of his finger against the head of Steve's cock and then traces down the length.]
This too? You wanna let me have all of you?
[Said like it might be the best idea he's ever heard.]
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[A murmur to no one. An errant thought that passes by. Not the least of which because it's true. Steve's his, so thoroughly and completely, and there isn't a moment that passes by that he's not in awe of that fact. Especially not when they're tangled together like this.
When Steve lets Tony fuck him. Sometimes that's what it feels like. That Steve's inherently too good for him and this is all some extended spate of luck. After all their time together, he knows it's not so, not like that, but he can't help the thought.
There's a moan first, that he can't help, before an actual answer can even form. As Steve's body just wraps around him, keeps him, and almost feels like inviting him further in- as impossible as that is. Alcohol haze making the thought feel real. His pace picks up just a little, not demanding, but still deep and hard.]
Wouldn't dream of it, gorgeous.
[A warm, easy response to those repeated pleas.]
And I do. Love the way you look when I fuck you open. When I'm this deep inside you and you can't help but beg me not to stop.
[Which clearly is something he's enjoying quite a lot. He curves in just a little, drawing the tip of his finger against the head of Steve's cock and then traces down the length.]
This too? You wanna let me have all of you?
[Said like it might be the best idea he's ever heard.]