[Steve's always a sight when he's beneath him. Or on top of him. Or any way, really. All Tony's addled brain can suddenly come up with, when Steve's writhing underneath him. Entire body gripping him so tight. And falling so completely over that edge. He's so beautiful like this. Gone- and so completely his.
He'd watch this for hours, if he could. Give this to Steve as much as Steve would let him. It's unfortunate he's buried so deep inside him because his body's got other plans. Has almost no choice. Not with how good Steve feels around him, and not with how incredible he looks when he's coming. When he sounds like this underneath him.
He doesn't really need to ask for it. Tony lets Steve's leg down, just so he can be closer, mingling in that fresh mess as he presses himself against Steve, hands digging into the bed at the sides of his head, meeting him while he moves. Finally close enough, his lips drop and press against Steve in uneven moves, breath and groans spilling out of his mouth while he loses a bit of control.]
Fuck- fuck- Steve-
[Clipped and about the only verbal warning he can manage, a few thrusts harder as if he could really get himself that much deeper inside Steve and then that's it for him. Working through his orgasm by pumping his hips a few more times, a little harder, and then settling inside Steve while he comes, forehead falling, pressed against Steve's as everything else clears out around them.
It's just Steve and him and the world could cease to exist in that moment that'd probably be alright. The shivers and aftershocks feel almost just as good and he doesn't realize he's smiling for a handful of seconds, drunken haze and lust still keeping him slightly chugging behind normal speed.
Despite all that there's only one thing he seems to want to say in a warm, easy murmur.]
I love you. [Between one press of lips and then it seems there's more.] I love you. You don't even know- just how much- [He might be drunk and riding a very intense afterglow but that doesn't make it any less true.]
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He'd watch this for hours, if he could. Give this to Steve as much as Steve would let him. It's unfortunate he's buried so deep inside him because his body's got other plans. Has almost no choice. Not with how good Steve feels around him, and not with how incredible he looks when he's coming. When he sounds like this underneath him.
He doesn't really need to ask for it. Tony lets Steve's leg down, just so he can be closer, mingling in that fresh mess as he presses himself against Steve, hands digging into the bed at the sides of his head, meeting him while he moves. Finally close enough, his lips drop and press against Steve in uneven moves, breath and groans spilling out of his mouth while he loses a bit of control.]
Fuck- fuck- Steve-
[Clipped and about the only verbal warning he can manage, a few thrusts harder as if he could really get himself that much deeper inside Steve and then that's it for him. Working through his orgasm by pumping his hips a few more times, a little harder, and then settling inside Steve while he comes, forehead falling, pressed against Steve's as everything else clears out around them.
It's just Steve and him and the world could cease to exist in that moment that'd probably be alright. The shivers and aftershocks feel almost just as good and he doesn't realize he's smiling for a handful of seconds, drunken haze and lust still keeping him slightly chugging behind normal speed.
Despite all that there's only one thing he seems to want to say in a warm, easy murmur.]
I love you. [Between one press of lips and then it seems there's more.] I love you. You don't even know- just how much- [He might be drunk and riding a very intense afterglow but that doesn't make it any less true.]