[He sees it. Knows he should immediately put the glass down and get another one. Refresh. Not mess around with the stuff Thor drinks for fun and that has Steve pretty laid out. And yet...
He decides he won't. And will just be extra careful in the way that he nurses it. Which was already going to be slow, but he can do a little slower than that. Even the sip he takes after Steve touches their glasses together, what's going to get him in trouble in the first place, is very minimal.
His free arm comes around Steve, for about as much as it is to stabilize him, keep him steady, as it is that he missed him. Even if they've only been apart for the better half of the day, he always misses him. He's long since stopped caring how sappy that makes him. It just is what it is at this point.
And right as he thinks he'll have expert control over this evening, will let Steve get a little more wild just to enjoy it, while keeping above the waves himself, Steve starts in with something so tried and true that all he can really do is drop his head in a little shake, wry grin accompanying it.]
Oh. Is that what we're doing? Fine.
[And so. He takes another very soft, small sip of his drink. As some people take notice, heard Steve speak up, and are perhaps very interested in a game, they start circling in. But as it's Tony's turn he says-]
Never have I ever signed up to be in the military.
[Rhodey makes one of those amused yet annoyed noises, and Sam's caught out, too. There's a little ask from Thor if being foremost a warrior of his people counts and they decide yes- and then some noise about well Tony sold to the military- no no that doesn't count they decide after Tony makes noise back.]
[ Even Steve has to pipe in and defend Tony on that one, citing that he'd never thought himself a soldier, whereas Thor considered himself a warrior all the time. He takes his sip and the admissions go around the circle they've made, many of them requiring translations from Asgardian to Midgardian, and several of them pointedly towards one person.
"Never Have I ever watched A Muppet Christmas Carol five years in a row," says Sam.
And everyone just stares at Rhodey when he corrects Sam with a, "The Muppet Christmas Carol." And once it gets translated for the Asgardians to pick a different play to be watched on a different holiday, they all take their lumps and drink, since most of them carried on an annual tradition in their long childhoods.
One of the Asgardians says, "Never have I ever bedded anyone in an airship."
Steve clears his throat, and gets a few pairs of eyes on him. ]
We're. Counting jets, right?
[ There are a few groans, and then Thor claps him and Tony on the back proudly and with a great, bellowing laughter.
But then it's Steve's turn again, and he thinks for a bit. ]
Never have I ever... 'bedded' a woman.
[ There are significantly more groans this time, and everyone drinks. Nat, smirking, downs the rest of her glass. ]
[He makes a very amused noise at Sam's callout- and he refrains from taking a sip for that one because while it might happen every now and again, how Sam knows at all, Tony's definitely never watched it or anything five years running. Not very traditionalist.
And while he's prepared, and already sipping at his drink when basically sex on a plane comes up, it's Steve's questioning of it that has him grinning around the rim of his glass. While everyone else is groaning, he gives Steve a nudge with his shoulder and murmurs,]
Yes that counts.
[Because certainly it does. And since he has no decency whatsoever, he doesn't even blush or blink twice, looking rather proud instead. When the room quiets, little murmurs between groups as Steve seems to be thinking, Tony swirls the drink in his glass while he waits patiently.
And what gets said has him rolling his eyes and taking another small sip. Still trying to be diligent. Everyone in this room is going to call out something he's done and already his thoughts are a little fuzzy. He tries to think about the last time he ate. Though he does point at Nat to say:] I knew it.
[Whether for a job or actual relationship, he feels like somehow that's an open secret. Or at least something he'd thought about. ...maybe not always decently. Oh well. But when it's his turn again he takes a breath and tries to think of something.]
Never have I ever gotten up at the crack of dawn just to exercise.
[It's Rhodey's turn to groan and tell him to stop picking on the military boys which he is so very clearly doing, but Nat, who is returning from the bar, also takes another sip, and Thor along with some of the Asgardians also take drinks which has Tony only looking the slightest bit smug about.]
[ Well, it's fair that Steve turns a little bit red as Tony nudges him, and even moreso that Thor is happy for them.
It's also fair that Tony always gets the most out of everyone from picking on all the military boys, particularly since they all keep similar regimens. And in that regard, Steve should have a lot of sexual ones he can pull out, but now that he's marrying Tony, a lot of those are just not going to work anymore.
It's not that he minds. Once they get into the swing of the game, he's noticed that he's done a whole lot of living since waking up out of the ice, and a lot of that was done with the Avengers, and especially with Tony.
It makes him feel a little more like somehow, despite all the winding roads that led him here, that he'd made the right decision at every crossroad and at every turn.
"Cap," someone calls, because Steve's busy making eyes at Tony halfway into his reflections and he's missed whatever the prompt is at hand. "Eaten a whole bird in one sitting, I know you have."
He takes another sip and the game moves on. Unsurprisingly, the Asgardians have done a lot, but at least one of them seems delighted that the baby Midgardians have stuffed so much into such a short amount of time. Steve also gets dinged on 'touched a missile with his hands,' 'jumped out of a window,' and 'lost a bet.' But he doesn't get to touch his glass for 'drunk texted an ex,' 'had a threesome,' or 'lied about my age.' In fact, that last one gets surprisingly few people.
Eventually, it comes back to him. ]
Never have I ever spent more than $50 on a shirt. 'm not counting the ones Tony buys for me, I've never even seen the price tag.
[Tony might've let Steve's overly fond gaze go on all night. Might've said maybe that's where they should call it and he should escort Steve upstairs. Say goodnight to their very nice friends who are all some side of drunk. At least they don't have to go very far and can all crash on the party deck with its lux and lavish furnishings that barely ever get used anymore.
But someone gets Steve to realize he needs to drink and then they go around the room again. It's at the time where someone calls lost a bet and his glass is actually finally gone that he thinks- okay, now he should call it. But someone has brought him another, oh so helpfully-
And then three more hit him all at the same time. Scratch that, four, because Steve's just as bad as the rest of them and Tony's really starting to realize he's not the right person for this game unless he'd like to end up incredibly drunk. Which he's not quite near but he's no longer sober. And a little passed buzzed, at that. His head is swimming, having a moment of realizing I did not think I was that drunk when he stands because now he needs water or else he's going to be the worst person to be around come the morning.
With all the casual grace of someone who's been a very high functioning alcoholic his whole life, his hand comes to curve over Steve's shoulder in what is meant to read as an affectionate gesture, but it also serves to steady him which he needs. And with just as much effortless confidence (he thinks) he announces,]
Play a round without me- I need water- anyone want anything? Drinks are on me.
[Because they have been all night even if no one is serving. Except for the mead. His speech is a little stilted, though thankfully not slurred. But before really waiting for a lot confirmation, he slides his hand affectionately back through Steve's hair, gives him quite a soft smile because looking at him just immediately reminds him how much he loves Steve- and then he turns and steps away from the group to go to bar at the back so he can get water. And some ice. That sounds very good, he's suddenly feeling a bit hot. And dizzy.
[ Steve's having a very good time playing this game with their friends, but he is definitely too drunk to be taking adequate stock of how much Tony is drinking, which normally he does for his high-functioning alcoholic partner.
But, as soon as he gets up to go get water, Steve's attentions turn fully onto him, because he needs something. Anything, and that's definitely always enough to have Steve come running. ]
I'll come get some water too.
[ Steve, who is still, unfairly, in a very nice and pleasant stage of being drunk, gets up to his feet and sways a bit as he goes to help Tony with the water, and in no way be a hindrance. He almost manages, but definitely overfills whatever glass he's pouring into. Noticing, however, he just takes that one as his own.
When they're alone, he wraps his arms around Tony from behind, and slots a chin onto his shoulder. He thinks he could be a little tired, and might close his eyes and fall asleep like this. Tony smells nice. He smells like Tony, warm and inviting and familiar. ]
We could call it a night, if you want.
[ Between the slight slur of his words and the fact that he speaks them directly into Tony's shoulder, he's not entirely sure if he is actually heard at all. ]
[He spills a little, when pouring some water into his glass, little drops splattering across the top of the bar. But it's nice to know he's in good company, ducking his head a little after catching sight of Steve spilling, too. A smile blossoms across his lips. One of those sweet too-wide ones, definitely drunk and losing more control by the moment.
But he does make sure to drink at least half, setting his glass down a little harder than he means to on the bar once Steve comes and wraps him up. He leans into him, head tipped back. Steve's mumbled request in his shoulder is either unheard or undecipherable or ignored. Hard to tell. Because Tony seems focused on other things.]
Mn- anyone ever tell you you're like a warm brick wall? My warm brick wall. [And boy does he sound pleased by that fact.]
Not a second of the day I don't wanna climb you. [If this is meant to be sexy, it's probably not because it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. But. It's also not untrue- at least in the way he means it.]
[ Tony's smiles really strikes a chord in Steve, and he loves it. He feels so very distracted by how pretty he is when he's beaming, and what a good mood Steve gets put in whenever Tony is happy. ]
Mmhm. All yours.
[ Steve moves away from Tony only to try and hop up to sit on the bar, but he ends up knocking over a couple cocktail shakers with his butt. Thankfully they're metal and they don't have to stop and clean anything up.
He also drinks a fair bit of water, but considering the mead's properties, it's uncertain whether or not it'll help. But, Steve, being the younger of the two and the more accelerated healer, has already committed to helping Tony tomorrow with his super-fun hangover. ]
Climb up.
[ He pats his lap invitingly, but he honestly has no idea what Tony implied with that, though he makes a couple guesses, all of which are not correct. He particularly likes the thought of Tony shrinking into something pocket-sized so Steve can carry him around in the palm of his hand, rest him in his breast pocket. It makes him a little giggly, and he can't even begin to explain. ]
[Doesn't quite make it out, having to plant a hand on the bar to balance himself when Steve's gone and fooling around. Tony's definitely not sure what he's up to, the question he was going to ask that didn't quite make it out.
But when he puts himself up on the bar, Tony can't seem to help but laugh- a little bit more when Steve invites him right on up. He's not really sure what's going on. But then Steve's laughing- giggling, at that- and that gets him, too.
He's not very coordinated, but does more of a leaning slide up on top of the bar and then, without a care in the world, straddles Steve's lap, squeezing his thighs in against Steve's, putting his hands on his shoulders.]
Why are we up here?
[It doesn't seem to matter that he in no way followed Steve's train of thought, has no idea what's going on. Steve said get on my lap and that was a message Tony received loud and clear.
Although maybe the two of them are being a little too loud, collectively, because from the far end of the room where the party is still gathered there's a round of jeering. Someone calls party foul and someone else says typical. But Thor is the best pal because he simply says let them have their merriment, is that not what revelries are for?]
[ Steve, who had just thought Tony was going to sit on his lap like he's buff Santa Claus, is a little surprised, but it's a happy surprise. He's always glad to have his lap full of Tony, no matter in what shape, manner or form.
Even if all their friends are talking about it. Steve pays them no mind, because technically Tony owns the whole tower, so they did in fact, get a room. They got many rooms. Besides, he does not intend to give their pals a show; Rhodey might've seen all of Tony in his tenure as best friend, but Steve is not friends with any of them like that. ]
You said you wanted to climb me.
[ That's all the explanation Tony's getting for why they're in this position. Steve is definitely beaming, because this is clearly a genius solution, and he leans back on his elbows to look up. With all of midtown Manhattan behind him, the best view is still the one he's got facing forward. ]
Is it comfortable?
[ A few of the others decide maybe they should move this game over to the mezzanine area, or just somewhere not in full view of the bar, but Steve attempts to wave them off from doing that. ]
We can-- we'd go upstairs.
[ Then he turns his attention to Tony, reaching up, carding a hand through his hair, thumbing down his beard. ]
We'd go upstairs, right? Please don't get undressed in front of everybody.
[Or a brick wall- which he remembers is what he'd said. But his point still stands. Yes. He wants to climb Steve like a tree at mostly all hours of the day. But Steve's being very nice right now because he doesn't have to.
And when Steve leans back on his elbows, Tony grins down at him, slipping a finger into the knot of his tie to loosen it. Definitely attempting to put on a sultry little show for him while he's leaned back and looking.
He'll maintain that him losing his balance is due to everyone in the room reminding him again of their presence, and he falls forward just a little, palms bracing the bar to catch himself before he topples over Steve.]
Sure. We can go upstairs. No sharing.
[He says it like it's some giddy little secret, grinning very much like the fool everyone's trying to make him feel like. Why does everyone have to ruin the mood? And with that thought in mind he half twists so he can tell them exactly that.]
Would hate to ruin the party for everyone else. Although I happen to think a little entertainment never hurt anyone.
[While most disagree, because most in that room at this point know exactly the sordid nonsense Tony gets up to on his own- not to mention Tony and Steve together- Thor and the Asgardians are a little less reserved and seem to want to egg them on just a little.]
[ He knows that if they did go a little too hard, that their friends wouldn't really hold it against them, because they're in love and most of them had been very encouraging about Steve finding someone, back when he was very very single.
But, even drunk off his ass, he's going to try and be polite and not subject their friends to this show. Or, in the case of the Asgardians, he's also not really trying to get them to ask for an invite, and maybe next time Steve plays, he'll have to drink when someone mentions threesomes. He gives a firm shake of his head. ]
No sharing.
[ He gently paws at Tony, more playfully than sexy, eyes drawing up from his chest to his face. Okay, that might have been a little sexier than he meant it. Same with: ]
Your eyes only.
[ He tries to say that quietly, so that no one else can hear them, but he thinks maybe everyone's watching them. Which, also in efforts to be polite, no one is anymore, having returned to their party and deciding to look away in case Tony and Steve did actually forget anyone else was in the room. In their defense, it's not outside the realm of possibility.
And brushing his hand up Tony's thigh while he pushes himself up with his other arm, and then finds it around Tony's back. ]
How about I carry you?
[ It's not a great idea, considering that Steve was finding it hard to keep balance, but they are perhaps on the far side of drunk to care. ]
[Steve might be doing his best to try not to be alluring, but he is. Always in that dangerous way of his. Where he stumbles in sometimes without meaning to. These little gestures, soft tones, the way his eyes take all of Tony in. It leaves him feeling unbearably hot and he just wants to drape himself entirely over Steve and take him for everything he's worth.
Except they're practically on display right now, and this isn't one of those kinds of parties. Basically what they're agreeing to right now.
Yes- no. Definitely shouldn't attempt to have sex in front of their friends.
Steve sitting up has them pressed together, chest to chest, and Tony's hands squeeze atop Steve's shoulders. Answer taking a bit long to get from his mental gates out of his mouth because he really does seem to be thinking.]
I can walk. But you can throw me on the bed, if you want.
[Somehow figuring this is a good enough middle ground.]
Don't want them to start a rumor I showed up and immediately got so trashed I couldn't even walk.
[Which is true. He doesn't want to be hearing that for the next few months. Though by now the two of them definitely will be hearing something else.]
I didn't mean to get as drunk as I am-
[Laughing, just a little, while he tries to find a way to get down off of Steve and the top of the bar at the same time. It happens in a very graceless slide down, legs sticking out until he catches the ground and then he pushes away, offering his hand to Steve after.]
By the way- which- I'm pretty sure this is your fault-
[ Tony is so very cute like this, stumbling around, happy. He imagines that he used to like the feeling of being drunk, or else, he wouldn't have done it so often. So he'd always imagined Tony to be flirtier, to be endlessly friendlier when given a little bit of social lubrication. And maybe it also helps that he was in a good mood to start, and he still is.
But Tony's positively adorable with his big eyes and his sweet drunken laughter. ]
I'll take full responsibility when you wake up tomorrow with a hangover.
[ He takes Tony's hand in his and tries to scurry with him upstairs, the rest of the party having returned to their game without them and seeming not to notice them slipping out. Good, they deserve to have a nice night and a good time, Steve thinks. ]
I wanna keep playing. But with kisses, instead of drinks.
[ He has no idea how that's supposed to work because the kisses are very much mutual, but he also very much enjoys these little playful things they share with each other. It doesn't have to make sense.
Once they get to the bedroom, he does in fact throw Tony on the bed, a little harder than usual, climbing in right after him, over top of him, his kisses artless and clumsy but just as passionate as usual. ]
Never have I ever gotten drunk and snuck out of a party to go have sex before.
[The hangovers are the worst part about a fun night, but he'll worry about that tomorrow. Literally. The only time he'll need to. Right now he's having fun, making away with Steve like a couple of drunk college kids. Away from the party and into the dorms, so to speak.
A little noise slips out of him, as Steve lifts him up and throws him down, something slightly startled but warm near the end. Followed by more of that warm bubbly laughter that alcohol lets loose from him so freely. Not quite as guarded or reserved. The chuckling dying down into an even softer noise as Steve leans in over him. Tony's hands are as greedy as ever, catching in Steve's shirt before lifting to hold the sides of Steve's face, pull him in closer so they can kiss.]
Oh- is that what we're doing?
[Lips parted, grinning against Steve's mouth, and then kissing him again because that's apparently the name of the game now. Less about finding something that'll only get everyone else- Steve in this case- to drink. Instead trying to flip through his mental catalogue to capture them both.]
Never have I ever- wanted you so bad I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
[Tactless and maybe a little too easy, especially as he gives himself permission to reach down and cup Steve's ass in a firm squeeze while tipping in for another smiley kiss. But it only occurs to him that that makes no sense and he tries to amend-]
Could? Could keep my hands to myself? You know what I mean.
[ The phrasing's a bit hard for Steve to wrap his head around, but they're both drunk and it kind of makes sense to his ale-addled brain. ]
You know how I feel about that.
[ He kisses Tony sloppily, because he's unable to keep the smile off his face as they come together. Tony's hands on his cheeks just makes him so very happy in this moment, and he can't help but to grin like a cat who's caught a bird.
When Tony grabs his ass he doesn't know whether to move backwards into the touch or forwards to grind his hips into Tony's, so he tries both in succession and stars dot the back of his eyelids. ]
Never have I ever... been able to get you off my mind.
[ It's a near-constant thing, to think of Tony. He's always thought it was just on par the course with loving Tony Stark: the man never did anything in half-measures so why would this be any different? Why would this be any less than obsessive and all-consuming? Sometimes it's dizzying just to think that they're here together, almost overwhelming in nature. But Steve loves this too, loves feeling this way, and loves knowing that Tony is the same.
He works on Tony's shirt, his movements graceless, definitely pulling a few buttons along the way. ]
Wait, wait, you do this. I'm destroying your shirt.
[He could so very happily drown in Steve in this moment and it'd probably be the best way to go. The way their lips slide against each other, disconnect and reconnect, broken up by smiles and their soft, shared laughter. Sometimes at nothing, it doesn't really matter. He's liquor-loose and having a great time with Steve atop him.]
You're a little too good at this game.
[Amused, tow lone and rumbly as he hums the words against Steve's mouth while he's still there. And when Steve starts pawing at his shirt he thinks he should help. Probably try and unbutton himself out of his waistcoat and his shirt- but instead his hands are shifting up along Steve's back, grabbing his shirt instead as if he intends to pull it off for him.
Though when Steve stills Tony does, too, trying his best to listen because Steve said wait and-
The reason why has him biting his own lower lip and it must be obvious what he's about to say.]
Go ahead. Rip it. Take it off me. But let me take off yours first before you do.
[Even though he assumes Steve won't have to do much flexing if any, it must be like tearing paper to him. But Tony will so very clearly take any opportunity to get Steve out of his clothes anyway.]
[ Steve has never felt so uncoordinated in his life, but he's trying his best. And when Tony asks that Steve take his shirt off first, he tries to just lift it over his head, but then he gets stuck. So, he gives it a good rip and thinks he'll just sew all these buttons back on tomorrow, except that somehow he's also managed to basically just hulk out of the damn thing.
And, okay, maybe he will try to buy a sturdier shirt, for more than $50, some other time.
He barely gets it off and he's already rolling his hips against Tony's, almost as if he'd forgotten that they still are mostly clothed and there's still all this fabric in the way. But he works on that, forgoing the shirt for now and grasping at Tony's belt as he latches lips onto his neck, definitively less discerning with his kisses than he would normally be sober. ]
You're so amazing, Tony.
[ He can't really help how soft he feels in the moment - normally he at least gets a bit of a filter, but while drunk everything is open and honest and apparently steeped in poetry and little games to get to know Tony better. Sort of. It's not like the game gave him any new information, but the thought was there. ]
Can't wait to marry you.
[ He unhelpfully mutters all this into Tony's neck, and further sentiments about his dreams for married life. ]
And do all our taxes together. Make you coffee every morning. 'N take out all your garbage.
[When Steve goes for his belt, Tony tries to assist instead by making the attempt to get his own layers off. Yes, he'd like for Steve to rip his clothes because that's unbearably hot, but he can also help. At least that's the thought, but there Steve is, stealing his breath away, urging his hips upwards to grind against his to gain more of that friction.
And he's not sure he's amazing, but he takes it like any other praise that spills out of Steve's lips in moments like these. Lets it burn through him, lets it make him feel good. Easy to do, too, when Steve's there at the side of his neck. His head angles and pushes back against the bed to give Steve a larger expanse of skin to mark up while his hands latch onto anywhere he can get them.
Namely, eventually, Steve's ass. Pushing and pulling him into the way they move together, squeezing too.]
Gonna make you mine. Show the world how lucky I got. [Because that's where his thoughts always are. That Steve is above and beyond him and he's terribly lucky he still gets to keep him. Every day.]
Mn- hmn- normal-? [He's more than a little lost and it doesn't help that Tony has no concept of what normal married life looks like. But he tries to drunkenly build the vision Steve suddenly has going on.]
Getting the mail and- picnics out by the lake. Holidays. And vacations. Just you and me. Did- ...I mention how lucky I am? That I get to keep you? Because if I didn't- I can say it a few more times.
[ He hopes they're not downstairs waiting for them, because Steve thinks that he and Tony are retiring for the night, that when they're done here, they might need to reserve all their energy to get up and wash off afterwards, and then collapse on top of each other in drunken laughter until they fall asleep.
But right now, his thoughts have completely shut off as Tony grabs his ass, and his hands go to desperately take himself out of his pants, lips clumsy against Tony's as he nearly rips his belt loops off with his belt, and whines into his mouth and his jaw and his cheek. ]
Picnics... Yes.
[ The way that word trails off into a hiss as he thrusts his hips down make it almost sound like he's turned on by picnics; it's very difficult to keep a conversation going while in this state.
He pulls his pants down until they're only around his knees, and tries to kick them off the rest of the way as he puts his hand on Tony's ass and pulls at him until they roll over, until Tony's straddling his waist, which, okay, didn't actually make it easier to take his pants off, but the thought was almost there. ]
Let's go on a vacation. You, and me. And a sunset.
[ He smiles up at Tony, and runs hands down his sides, until he's got both his hands full of asscheek. He gives one a little jostle, and the other one a playful little smack. ]
[He's not expecting his world to suddenly reorient itself. It leaves him a little dizzy and confused, falling atop Steve halfway, hands pushed into the mattress at the sides of Steve's head while he figures out what the hell just happened. More earnest laughter seems to just pour out of him when he figures out what exactly it was.]
And nothing between us- presumably-
[Words getting in the way of all that audible mirth. Then it's his turn, to push back into Steve's hands while trying to listen to what's being, more or less, commanded of him.
He has to sit up on his knees, weight on Steve's lap, as he figures out how to unbutton his pants and unzip them the rest of the way, and then attempt to peel them off his hips in some way that's sexy and less just uncoordinated.]
I love when you do that- by the way- very hot- [So he starts with this as he gets his pants and boxers down halfway and then he slides in a lean over Steve again, half kissing him while the rest of his attention is still in getting his pants the rest of the way off.]
When you just do what you want. Take what you want. Drives me crazy. Makes me wanna give you everything. [Not a new thought, but definitely unguarded in its entirety as he speaks it anew with no barrier.]
[ Steve should really be helping Tony get his clothes off, but he's more of a hindrance, and finds himself busy with warm hands on his skin, running up his sides, cupping his chest, flicking a thumb over his nipple. The sensation feels just a little bit different when he's drunk - no worse or better, just different. It's a little bit thrilling. ]
You always wanna give me everything.
[ A total call-out, but he doesn't mean it badly. He smacks Tony on the ass and draws his tongue over his teeth as he's finally freed from his pants, dropping a hand to gently tease his cock. He looks up at Tony with as intense a gaze as he can muster, half-affected by drink and half by lust. ]
I love it. Love that you can't wait to get my hands on you. Love when you always tell me what I want to do to you, like you don't want it just as bad. Like it's never your idea in the first place.
[ He mumbles that into Tony's mouth, feeling all the drunker still off of their shared breaths, fumbling around in their nightstand, getting what he's looking for but also definitely smacking the whole top drawer onto the bedroom floor. ]
[He feels himself flush a little brighter, with Steve hands on him, and the way he's talking to him. Caught, as always. No point in pretending otherwise. Steve's right. He wants him every moment of every day and has never much been afraid to say so. Would definitely give him anything he asked for.
Which is why those next three words get a tipsy nod, before he attempts to kiss him senseless. It doesn't really go as planned, not with Steve reaching back to blindly try and get the lube out of the nightstand- and potentially break it no less- which has Tony smiling against his lips.
He tries to ease down from the amusement though so he can take the bottle in hand, and make his attempt at seducing Steve further. It's not necessary, but there's also never a moment where he doesn't want to be, either, just the same.]
Tell me what you need, gorgeous. [He backs off only so that he can pour some lube on his fingers, not really waiting for Steve to finish as he nudges his legs wider, sliding a hand along his cock first in one slow pump.]
Want me to fuck you? Nice and slow and deep? [Words spilled out against Steve's lips still, migrating that touch lower, palm with a soft pressure against Steve's balls before dropping between his legs completely, finger just gently circling his entrance.]
[ He loves all the ways that they have sex, that they make love. When it's slow, or when it's fast and hard, it's always intense, it's always exactly what he needs. So the answer's always yes, or at least a resounding sure, he'd like to try, if it's not something that's in his repertoire.
He gets to say that less and less, as time goes on.
And yet, he's not expecting it when Tony nudges his legs apart and just plays with him, pulls moans from him even as he writhes his hips to get just a little more sensation. ]
Yes. Yes, Tony, give it to me. Fuck me.
[ There's not a way to be less crude about this, but he knows Tony gets off on hearing all these vulgar words come out of Steve's mouth. And not only that - all those kicks really help his flexibility, and he spreads his legs in a full split, because he knows Tony likes seeing how very eager Steve is all the time, too.
He pulls Tony in close, sloppy kisses at his jaw, hand holding his hair just a tad veering on a little too hard. ]
How do you want me? Any way you want it, sweetheart, I'm yours.
[A few deep moans leak out from him, against Steve's skin, his lips, almost like sharing the sound with him where he can't really help it. What he's saying, the wide spread of his legs in eager anticipation and heavy need- and, yes, the way Steve's suddenly clutching to his hair. He's willing himself to climb back down from his drunken haze so that he doesn't get overzealous and possibly hurt Steve.
He slides a finger deep into him, pressing up immediately against his prostate, withdraws, and then back in again slow repeating the exact same motion while he tries to get his brain together. If that's even possible at this point.]
I think- maybe- half on your side, with your leg over my shoulder. It's a great angle.
[And a position he can manage while drunk. Maybe. He's mostly sure. Confident enough. One finger turns to two while he scissors them gently in and out, going for deep, long strokes every time.]
Wanna watch you take me and turn into a mess. Unless you want something else- in which case- speak now- etcetera etcetera.
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He decides he won't. And will just be extra careful in the way that he nurses it. Which was already going to be slow, but he can do a little slower than that. Even the sip he takes after Steve touches their glasses together, what's going to get him in trouble in the first place, is very minimal.
His free arm comes around Steve, for about as much as it is to stabilize him, keep him steady, as it is that he missed him. Even if they've only been apart for the better half of the day, he always misses him. He's long since stopped caring how sappy that makes him. It just is what it is at this point.
And right as he thinks he'll have expert control over this evening, will let Steve get a little more wild just to enjoy it, while keeping above the waves himself, Steve starts in with something so tried and true that all he can really do is drop his head in a little shake, wry grin accompanying it.]
Oh. Is that what we're doing? Fine.
[And so. He takes another very soft, small sip of his drink. As some people take notice, heard Steve speak up, and are perhaps very interested in a game, they start circling in. But as it's Tony's turn he says-]
Never have I ever signed up to be in the military.
[Rhodey makes one of those amused yet annoyed noises, and Sam's caught out, too. There's a little ask from Thor if being foremost a warrior of his people counts and they decide yes- and then some noise about well Tony sold to the military- no no that doesn't count they decide after Tony makes noise back.]
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"Never Have I ever watched A Muppet Christmas Carol five years in a row," says Sam.
And everyone just stares at Rhodey when he corrects Sam with a, "The Muppet Christmas Carol." And once it gets translated for the Asgardians to pick a different play to be watched on a different holiday, they all take their lumps and drink, since most of them carried on an annual tradition in their long childhoods.
One of the Asgardians says, "Never have I ever bedded anyone in an airship."
Steve clears his throat, and gets a few pairs of eyes on him. ]
We're. Counting jets, right?
[ There are a few groans, and then Thor claps him and Tony on the back proudly and with a great, bellowing laughter.
But then it's Steve's turn again, and he thinks for a bit. ]
Never have I ever... 'bedded' a woman.
[ There are significantly more groans this time, and everyone drinks. Nat, smirking, downs the rest of her glass. ]
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And while he's prepared, and already sipping at his drink when basically sex on a plane comes up, it's Steve's questioning of it that has him grinning around the rim of his glass. While everyone else is groaning, he gives Steve a nudge with his shoulder and murmurs,]
Yes that counts.
[Because certainly it does. And since he has no decency whatsoever, he doesn't even blush or blink twice, looking rather proud instead. When the room quiets, little murmurs between groups as Steve seems to be thinking, Tony swirls the drink in his glass while he waits patiently.
And what gets said has him rolling his eyes and taking another small sip. Still trying to be diligent. Everyone in this room is going to call out something he's done and already his thoughts are a little fuzzy. He tries to think about the last time he ate. Though he does point at Nat to say:] I knew it.
[Whether for a job or actual relationship, he feels like somehow that's an open secret. Or at least something he'd thought about. ...maybe not always decently. Oh well. But when it's his turn again he takes a breath and tries to think of something.]
Never have I ever gotten up at the crack of dawn just to exercise.
[It's Rhodey's turn to groan and tell him to stop picking on the military boys which he is so very clearly doing, but Nat, who is returning from the bar, also takes another sip, and Thor along with some of the Asgardians also take drinks which has Tony only looking the slightest bit smug about.]
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It's also fair that Tony always gets the most out of everyone from picking on all the military boys, particularly since they all keep similar regimens. And in that regard, Steve should have a lot of sexual ones he can pull out, but now that he's marrying Tony, a lot of those are just not going to work anymore.
It's not that he minds. Once they get into the swing of the game, he's noticed that he's done a whole lot of living since waking up out of the ice, and a lot of that was done with the Avengers, and especially with Tony.
It makes him feel a little more like somehow, despite all the winding roads that led him here, that he'd made the right decision at every crossroad and at every turn.
"Cap," someone calls, because Steve's busy making eyes at Tony halfway into his reflections and he's missed whatever the prompt is at hand. "Eaten a whole bird in one sitting, I know you have."
He takes another sip and the game moves on. Unsurprisingly, the Asgardians have done a lot, but at least one of them seems delighted that the baby Midgardians have stuffed so much into such a short amount of time. Steve also gets dinged on 'touched a missile with his hands,' 'jumped out of a window,' and 'lost a bet.' But he doesn't get to touch his glass for 'drunk texted an ex,' 'had a threesome,' or 'lied about my age.' In fact, that last one gets surprisingly few people.
Eventually, it comes back to him. ]
Never have I ever spent more than $50 on a shirt. 'm not counting the ones Tony buys for me, I've never even seen the price tag.
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But someone gets Steve to realize he needs to drink and then they go around the room again. It's at the time where someone calls lost a bet and his glass is actually finally gone that he thinks- okay, now he should call it. But someone has brought him another, oh so helpfully-
And then three more hit him all at the same time.
Scratch that, four, because Steve's just as bad as the rest of them and Tony's really starting to realize he's not the right person for this game unless he'd like to end up incredibly drunk. Which he's not quite near but he's no longer sober. And a little passed buzzed, at that. His head is swimming, having a moment of realizing I did not think I was that drunk when he stands because now he needs water or else he's going to be the worst person to be around come the morning.
With all the casual grace of someone who's been a very high functioning alcoholic his whole life, his hand comes to curve over Steve's shoulder in what is meant to read as an affectionate gesture, but it also serves to steady him which he needs. And with just as much effortless confidence (he thinks) he announces,]
Play a round without me- I need water- anyone want anything? Drinks are on me.
[Because they have been all night even if no one is serving. Except for the mead. His speech is a little stilted, though thankfully not slurred. But before really waiting for a lot confirmation, he slides his hand affectionately back through Steve's hair, gives him quite a soft smile because looking at him just immediately reminds him how much he loves Steve- and then he turns and steps away from the group to go to bar at the back so he can get water. And some ice. That sounds very good, he's suddenly feeling a bit hot. And dizzy.
And drunk.]
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But, as soon as he gets up to go get water, Steve's attentions turn fully onto him, because he needs something. Anything, and that's definitely always enough to have Steve come running. ]
I'll come get some water too.
[ Steve, who is still, unfairly, in a very nice and pleasant stage of being drunk, gets up to his feet and sways a bit as he goes to help Tony with the water, and in no way be a hindrance. He almost manages, but definitely overfills whatever glass he's pouring into. Noticing, however, he just takes that one as his own.
When they're alone, he wraps his arms around Tony from behind, and slots a chin onto his shoulder. He thinks he could be a little tired, and might close his eyes and fall asleep like this. Tony smells nice. He smells like Tony, warm and inviting and familiar. ]
We could call it a night, if you want.
[ Between the slight slur of his words and the fact that he speaks them directly into Tony's shoulder, he's not entirely sure if he is actually heard at all. ]
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But he does make sure to drink at least half, setting his glass down a little harder than he means to on the bar once Steve comes and wraps him up. He leans into him, head tipped back. Steve's mumbled request in his shoulder is either unheard or undecipherable or ignored. Hard to tell. Because Tony seems focused on other things.]
Mn- anyone ever tell you you're like a warm brick wall? My warm brick wall. [And boy does he sound pleased by that fact.]
Not a second of the day I don't wanna climb you. [If this is meant to be sexy, it's probably not because it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. But. It's also not untrue- at least in the way he means it.]
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Mmhm. All yours.
[ Steve moves away from Tony only to try and hop up to sit on the bar, but he ends up knocking over a couple cocktail shakers with his butt. Thankfully they're metal and they don't have to stop and clean anything up.
He also drinks a fair bit of water, but considering the mead's properties, it's uncertain whether or not it'll help. But, Steve, being the younger of the two and the more accelerated healer, has already committed to helping Tony tomorrow with his super-fun hangover. ]
Climb up.
[ He pats his lap invitingly, but he honestly has no idea what Tony implied with that, though he makes a couple guesses, all of which are not correct. He particularly likes the thought of Tony shrinking into something pocket-sized so Steve can carry him around in the palm of his hand, rest him in his breast pocket. It makes him a little giggly, and he can't even begin to explain. ]
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[Doesn't quite make it out, having to plant a hand on the bar to balance himself when Steve's gone and fooling around. Tony's definitely not sure what he's up to, the question he was going to ask that didn't quite make it out.
But when he puts himself up on the bar, Tony can't seem to help but laugh- a little bit more when Steve invites him right on up. He's not really sure what's going on. But then Steve's laughing- giggling, at that- and that gets him, too.
He's not very coordinated, but does more of a leaning slide up on top of the bar and then, without a care in the world, straddles Steve's lap, squeezing his thighs in against Steve's, putting his hands on his shoulders.]
Why are we up here?
[It doesn't seem to matter that he in no way followed Steve's train of thought, has no idea what's going on. Steve said get on my lap and that was a message Tony received loud and clear.
Although maybe the two of them are being a little too loud, collectively, because from the far end of the room where the party is still gathered there's a round of jeering. Someone calls party foul and someone else says typical. But Thor is the best pal because he simply says let them have their merriment, is that not what revelries are for?]
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Even if all their friends are talking about it. Steve pays them no mind, because technically Tony owns the whole tower, so they did in fact, get a room. They got many rooms. Besides, he does not intend to give their pals a show; Rhodey might've seen all of Tony in his tenure as best friend, but Steve is not friends with any of them like that. ]
You said you wanted to climb me.
[ That's all the explanation Tony's getting for why they're in this position. Steve is definitely beaming, because this is clearly a genius solution, and he leans back on his elbows to look up. With all of midtown Manhattan behind him, the best view is still the one he's got facing forward. ]
Is it comfortable?
[ A few of the others decide maybe they should move this game over to the mezzanine area, or just somewhere not in full view of the bar, but Steve attempts to wave them off from doing that. ]
We can-- we'd go upstairs.
[ Then he turns his attention to Tony, reaching up, carding a hand through his hair, thumbing down his beard. ]
We'd go upstairs, right? Please don't get undressed in front of everybody.
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[Or a brick wall- which he remembers is what he'd said. But his point still stands. Yes. He wants to climb Steve like a tree at mostly all hours of the day. But Steve's being very nice right now because he doesn't have to.
And when Steve leans back on his elbows, Tony grins down at him, slipping a finger into the knot of his tie to loosen it. Definitely attempting to put on a sultry little show for him while he's leaned back and looking.
He'll maintain that him losing his balance is due to everyone in the room reminding him again of their presence, and he falls forward just a little, palms bracing the bar to catch himself before he topples over Steve.]
Sure. We can go upstairs. No sharing.
[He says it like it's some giddy little secret, grinning very much like the fool everyone's trying to make him feel like. Why does everyone have to ruin the mood? And with that thought in mind he half twists so he can tell them exactly that.]
Would hate to ruin the party for everyone else. Although I happen to think a little entertainment never hurt anyone.
[While most disagree, because most in that room at this point know exactly the sordid nonsense Tony gets up to on his own- not to mention Tony and Steve together- Thor and the Asgardians are a little less reserved and seem to want to egg them on just a little.]
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But, even drunk off his ass, he's going to try and be polite and not subject their friends to this show. Or, in the case of the Asgardians, he's also not really trying to get them to ask for an invite, and maybe next time Steve plays, he'll have to drink when someone mentions threesomes. He gives a firm shake of his head. ]
No sharing.
[ He gently paws at Tony, more playfully than sexy, eyes drawing up from his chest to his face. Okay, that might have been a little sexier than he meant it. Same with: ]
Your eyes only.
[ He tries to say that quietly, so that no one else can hear them, but he thinks maybe everyone's watching them. Which, also in efforts to be polite, no one is anymore, having returned to their party and deciding to look away in case Tony and Steve did actually forget anyone else was in the room. In their defense, it's not outside the realm of possibility.
And brushing his hand up Tony's thigh while he pushes himself up with his other arm, and then finds it around Tony's back. ]
How about I carry you?
[ It's not a great idea, considering that Steve was finding it hard to keep balance, but they are perhaps on the far side of drunk to care. ]
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Except they're practically on display right now, and this isn't one of those kinds of parties. Basically what they're agreeing to right now.
Yes- no. Definitely shouldn't attempt to have sex in front of their friends.
Steve sitting up has them pressed together, chest to chest, and Tony's hands squeeze atop Steve's shoulders. Answer taking a bit long to get from his mental gates out of his mouth because he really does seem to be thinking.]
I can walk. But you can throw me on the bed, if you want.
[Somehow figuring this is a good enough middle ground.]
Don't want them to start a rumor I showed up and immediately got so trashed I couldn't even walk.
[Which is true. He doesn't want to be hearing that for the next few months. Though by now the two of them definitely will be hearing something else.]
I didn't mean to get as drunk as I am-
[Laughing, just a little, while he tries to find a way to get down off of Steve and the top of the bar at the same time. It happens in a very graceless slide down, legs sticking out until he catches the ground and then he pushes away, offering his hand to Steve after.]
By the way- which- I'm pretty sure this is your fault-
[Because Steve set him up for failure.]
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But Tony's positively adorable with his big eyes and his sweet drunken laughter. ]
I'll take full responsibility when you wake up tomorrow with a hangover.
[ He takes Tony's hand in his and tries to scurry with him upstairs, the rest of the party having returned to their game without them and seeming not to notice them slipping out. Good, they deserve to have a nice night and a good time, Steve thinks. ]
I wanna keep playing. But with kisses, instead of drinks.
[ He has no idea how that's supposed to work because the kisses are very much mutual, but he also very much enjoys these little playful things they share with each other. It doesn't have to make sense.
Once they get to the bedroom, he does in fact throw Tony on the bed, a little harder than usual, climbing in right after him, over top of him, his kisses artless and clumsy but just as passionate as usual. ]
Never have I ever gotten drunk and snuck out of a party to go have sex before.
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[The hangovers are the worst part about a fun night, but he'll worry about that tomorrow. Literally. The only time he'll need to. Right now he's having fun, making away with Steve like a couple of drunk college kids. Away from the party and into the dorms, so to speak.
A little noise slips out of him, as Steve lifts him up and throws him down, something slightly startled but warm near the end. Followed by more of that warm bubbly laughter that alcohol lets loose from him so freely. Not quite as guarded or reserved. The chuckling dying down into an even softer noise as Steve leans in over him. Tony's hands are as greedy as ever, catching in Steve's shirt before lifting to hold the sides of Steve's face, pull him in closer so they can kiss.]
Oh- is that what we're doing?
[Lips parted, grinning against Steve's mouth, and then kissing him again because that's apparently the name of the game now. Less about finding something that'll only get everyone else- Steve in this case- to drink. Instead trying to flip through his mental catalogue to capture them both.]
Never have I ever- wanted you so bad I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
[Tactless and maybe a little too easy, especially as he gives himself permission to reach down and cup Steve's ass in a firm squeeze while tipping in for another smiley kiss. But it only occurs to him that that makes no sense and he tries to amend-]
Could? Could keep my hands to myself? You know what I mean.
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You know how I feel about that.
[ He kisses Tony sloppily, because he's unable to keep the smile off his face as they come together. Tony's hands on his cheeks just makes him so very happy in this moment, and he can't help but to grin like a cat who's caught a bird.
When Tony grabs his ass he doesn't know whether to move backwards into the touch or forwards to grind his hips into Tony's, so he tries both in succession and stars dot the back of his eyelids. ]
Never have I ever... been able to get you off my mind.
[ It's a near-constant thing, to think of Tony. He's always thought it was just on par the course with loving Tony Stark: the man never did anything in half-measures so why would this be any different? Why would this be any less than obsessive and all-consuming? Sometimes it's dizzying just to think that they're here together, almost overwhelming in nature. But Steve loves this too, loves feeling this way, and loves knowing that Tony is the same.
He works on Tony's shirt, his movements graceless, definitely pulling a few buttons along the way. ]
Wait, wait, you do this. I'm destroying your shirt.
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You're a little too good at this game.
[Amused, tow lone and rumbly as he hums the words against Steve's mouth while he's still there. And when Steve starts pawing at his shirt he thinks he should help. Probably try and unbutton himself out of his waistcoat and his shirt- but instead his hands are shifting up along Steve's back, grabbing his shirt instead as if he intends to pull it off for him.
Though when Steve stills Tony does, too, trying his best to listen because Steve said wait and-
The reason why has him biting his own lower lip and it must be obvious what he's about to say.]
Go ahead. Rip it. Take it off me. But let me take off yours first before you do.
[Even though he assumes Steve won't have to do much flexing if any, it must be like tearing paper to him. But Tony will so very clearly take any opportunity to get Steve out of his clothes anyway.]
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And, okay, maybe he will try to buy a sturdier shirt, for more than $50, some other time.
He barely gets it off and he's already rolling his hips against Tony's, almost as if he'd forgotten that they still are mostly clothed and there's still all this fabric in the way. But he works on that, forgoing the shirt for now and grasping at Tony's belt as he latches lips onto his neck, definitively less discerning with his kisses than he would normally be sober. ]
You're so amazing, Tony.
[ He can't really help how soft he feels in the moment - normally he at least gets a bit of a filter, but while drunk everything is open and honest and apparently steeped in poetry and little games to get to know Tony better. Sort of. It's not like the game gave him any new information, but the thought was there. ]
Can't wait to marry you.
[ He unhelpfully mutters all this into Tony's neck, and further sentiments about his dreams for married life. ]
And do all our taxes together. Make you coffee every morning. 'N take out all your garbage.
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And he's not sure he's amazing, but he takes it like any other praise that spills out of Steve's lips in moments like these. Lets it burn through him, lets it make him feel good. Easy to do, too, when Steve's there at the side of his neck. His head angles and pushes back against the bed to give Steve a larger expanse of skin to mark up while his hands latch onto anywhere he can get them.
Namely, eventually, Steve's ass. Pushing and pulling him into the way they move together, squeezing too.]
Gonna make you mine. Show the world how lucky I got. [Because that's where his thoughts always are. That Steve is above and beyond him and he's terribly lucky he still gets to keep him. Every day.]
Mn- hmn- normal-? [He's more than a little lost and it doesn't help that Tony has no concept of what normal married life looks like. But he tries to drunkenly build the vision Steve suddenly has going on.]
Getting the mail and- picnics out by the lake. Holidays. And vacations. Just you and me. Did- ...I mention how lucky I am? That I get to keep you? Because if I didn't- I can say it a few more times.
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But right now, his thoughts have completely shut off as Tony grabs his ass, and his hands go to desperately take himself out of his pants, lips clumsy against Tony's as he nearly rips his belt loops off with his belt, and whines into his mouth and his jaw and his cheek. ]
Picnics... Yes.
[ The way that word trails off into a hiss as he thrusts his hips down make it almost sound like he's turned on by picnics; it's very difficult to keep a conversation going while in this state.
He pulls his pants down until they're only around his knees, and tries to kick them off the rest of the way as he puts his hand on Tony's ass and pulls at him until they roll over, until Tony's straddling his waist, which, okay, didn't actually make it easier to take his pants off, but the thought was almost there. ]
Let's go on a vacation. You, and me. And a sunset.
[ He smiles up at Tony, and runs hands down his sides, until he's got both his hands full of asscheek. He gives one a little jostle, and the other one a playful little smack. ]
Need these off.
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And nothing between us- presumably-
[Words getting in the way of all that audible mirth. Then it's his turn, to push back into Steve's hands while trying to listen to what's being, more or less, commanded of him.
He has to sit up on his knees, weight on Steve's lap, as he figures out how to unbutton his pants and unzip them the rest of the way, and then attempt to peel them off his hips in some way that's sexy and less just uncoordinated.]
I love when you do that- by the way- very hot- [So he starts with this as he gets his pants and boxers down halfway and then he slides in a lean over Steve again, half kissing him while the rest of his attention is still in getting his pants the rest of the way off.]
When you just do what you want. Take what you want. Drives me crazy. Makes me wanna give you everything. [Not a new thought, but definitely unguarded in its entirety as he speaks it anew with no barrier.]
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You always wanna give me everything.
[ A total call-out, but he doesn't mean it badly. He smacks Tony on the ass and draws his tongue over his teeth as he's finally freed from his pants, dropping a hand to gently tease his cock. He looks up at Tony with as intense a gaze as he can muster, half-affected by drink and half by lust. ]
I love it. Love that you can't wait to get my hands on you. Love when you always tell me what I want to do to you, like you don't want it just as bad. Like it's never your idea in the first place.
[ The rambling doesn't really get a filter, but that's fine. One of the things he likes about the sex is the vulnerability, the way that he doesn't have to put on the Steve Rogers he shows to everyone else. He just gets to be Tony's fiancé, his beloved, his lover. ]
I need you.
[ He mumbles that into Tony's mouth, feeling all the drunker still off of their shared breaths, fumbling around in their nightstand, getting what he's looking for but also definitely smacking the whole top drawer onto the bedroom floor. ]
--'ll fix that tomorrow.
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Which is why those next three words get a tipsy nod, before he attempts to kiss him senseless. It doesn't really go as planned, not with Steve reaching back to blindly try and get the lube out of the nightstand- and potentially break it no less- which has Tony smiling against his lips.
He tries to ease down from the amusement though so he can take the bottle in hand, and make his attempt at seducing Steve further. It's not necessary, but there's also never a moment where he doesn't want to be, either, just the same.]
Tell me what you need, gorgeous. [He backs off only so that he can pour some lube on his fingers, not really waiting for Steve to finish as he nudges his legs wider, sliding a hand along his cock first in one slow pump.]
Want me to fuck you? Nice and slow and deep? [Words spilled out against Steve's lips still, migrating that touch lower, palm with a soft pressure against Steve's balls before dropping between his legs completely, finger just gently circling his entrance.]
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He gets to say that less and less, as time goes on.
And yet, he's not expecting it when Tony nudges his legs apart and just plays with him, pulls moans from him even as he writhes his hips to get just a little more sensation. ]
Yes. Yes, Tony, give it to me. Fuck me.
[ There's not a way to be less crude about this, but he knows Tony gets off on hearing all these vulgar words come out of Steve's mouth. And not only that - all those kicks really help his flexibility, and he spreads his legs in a full split, because he knows Tony likes seeing how very eager Steve is all the time, too.
He pulls Tony in close, sloppy kisses at his jaw, hand holding his hair just a tad veering on a little too hard. ]
How do you want me? Any way you want it, sweetheart, I'm yours.
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He slides a finger deep into him, pressing up immediately against his prostate, withdraws, and then back in again slow repeating the exact same motion while he tries to get his brain together. If that's even possible at this point.]
I think- maybe- half on your side, with your leg over my shoulder. It's a great angle.
[And a position he can manage while drunk. Maybe. He's mostly sure. Confident enough. One finger turns to two while he scissors them gently in and out, going for deep, long strokes every time.]
Wanna watch you take me and turn into a mess. Unless you want something else- in which case- speak now- etcetera etcetera.
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