[ If he'd ever felt helplessly swept away by a sensation, then every time he falls into bed with Tony might qualify. There is just never another rush that feels quite as exquisite as when they're together, and that, to Steve, feels like being turned to mush. ]
Yes, right-- just right there, Tony, fuck I'm so close, please--
[ If Tony just looked at him, he'd melt completely under his gaze, so when he takes Steve into his hand, it's little wonder that it doesn't take very long for him to fall headfirst over the edge, making a mess all over Tony's fist and all over his front. But it hardly matters to him, as everything else just bleeds away at the edges, his own moans sounding muffled and dreamlike as it takes complete control of his body for a good few seconds.
There's always been a lot of trust here, between them, even when they'd felt like they had no choice. Now, it's freely given, and Steve knows that he couldn't be safer in another's arms, nor happier. He reaches for Tony, then, braces against him, rocks his hips back and forth so he can help Tony finish too, so he can pull Tony along with him. ]
Come on, Tony, come for me, I want you to.
[ He's spent but greedy for it, looking up at Tony, eyes locked with his, writhing underneath him, whispering sweet encouraging things to him. ]
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Yes, right-- just right there, Tony, fuck I'm so close, please--
[ If Tony just looked at him, he'd melt completely under his gaze, so when he takes Steve into his hand, it's little wonder that it doesn't take very long for him to fall headfirst over the edge, making a mess all over Tony's fist and all over his front. But it hardly matters to him, as everything else just bleeds away at the edges, his own moans sounding muffled and dreamlike as it takes complete control of his body for a good few seconds.
There's always been a lot of trust here, between them, even when they'd felt like they had no choice. Now, it's freely given, and Steve knows that he couldn't be safer in another's arms, nor happier. He reaches for Tony, then, braces against him, rocks his hips back and forth so he can help Tony finish too, so he can pull Tony along with him. ]
Come on, Tony, come for me, I want you to.
[ He's spent but greedy for it, looking up at Tony, eyes locked with his, writhing underneath him, whispering sweet encouraging things to him. ]