[ He could feel over-sensitive, he could take that pleasure a little too far, but finishing has never stopped Steve before, not when Tony wants more, not when he's not done yet. So Steve lets his leg drop, and holds Tony close in his embrace, slides fingers into his hair, softly encourages him with-- ]
Keep going, come on, that's it, Tony, fuck, yes, Tony--
[ His body works its way through several aftershocks as he grinds his hips upward towards Tony, wanting so badly to chase his orgasm down, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to feel exactly how he'd felt just a few seconds ago. And when at last he does come, Steve has his hands around the back of Tony's neck, looking fondly up at him, just enjoying the sight of how he looks when he comes.
It makes him smile, a bright, satisfied smile, knowing that that's just for him, and the lingering vestiges of drunkenness keeping that expression plastered on his face for just a hair over too long. ]
I love you.
[ His voice is slightly gravelly, a little hoarse from their lovemaking, but soon it'll fade. He just wants to hold on as long as he can. ]
And I do know.
[ He slips his hands up to cup the back of Tony's head and pulls him down, cradling him against his shoulder, turning to kiss his cheek, enfolding him in his arms, wanting to blanket him with the full of himself, as if that might impart what he's feeling. ]
Tony. [ He reminds, just gently. ] We're getting married. We're going up in front of the whole world and telling them how much we love each other.
[ Absentmindedly, he plays with Tony's hair, tugging it to turn him a bit to kiss at his smile, not to get rid of it but just because he loves this man in his arms. He wants so badly to spend the rest of his god-given days to make him happy, to give him everything he could've ever wanted in another person with change to spare. He has all the riches in the world to give to Steve, but all of it pales to how rich he feels in moments like this, with just each other. That's what he wants. ]
Soon as I figure out what I'm gonna put in my vows. 'Cause I've got novels I could write about you.
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Keep going, come on, that's it, Tony, fuck, yes, Tony--
[ His body works its way through several aftershocks as he grinds his hips upward towards Tony, wanting so badly to chase his orgasm down, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to feel exactly how he'd felt just a few seconds ago. And when at last he does come, Steve has his hands around the back of Tony's neck, looking fondly up at him, just enjoying the sight of how he looks when he comes.
It makes him smile, a bright, satisfied smile, knowing that that's just for him, and the lingering vestiges of drunkenness keeping that expression plastered on his face for just a hair over too long. ]
I love you.
[ His voice is slightly gravelly, a little hoarse from their lovemaking, but soon it'll fade. He just wants to hold on as long as he can. ]
And I do know.
[ He slips his hands up to cup the back of Tony's head and pulls him down, cradling him against his shoulder, turning to kiss his cheek, enfolding him in his arms, wanting to blanket him with the full of himself, as if that might impart what he's feeling. ]
Tony. [ He reminds, just gently. ] We're getting married. We're going up in front of the whole world and telling them how much we love each other.
[ Absentmindedly, he plays with Tony's hair, tugging it to turn him a bit to kiss at his smile, not to get rid of it but just because he loves this man in his arms. He wants so badly to spend the rest of his god-given days to make him happy, to give him everything he could've ever wanted in another person with change to spare. He has all the riches in the world to give to Steve, but all of it pales to how rich he feels in moments like this, with just each other. That's what he wants. ]
Soon as I figure out what I'm gonna put in my vows. 'Cause I've got novels I could write about you.