[ Where inexperience inhibited Steve before, that started to matter less the further they got; somewhere along the way things shifted, and now it's all about athleticism and control, two things that Steve has no trouble with thanks to the serum. So when Tony tells him to start fucking like he means it, he rises to the challenge immediately, going in fast and deep after that spot that had Tony lit up like a live wire.
This, he knows how to do: using his body like the perfect instrument it was engineered to be. He keeps a sure and steady pace, picking up speed now as he fucks in sharply, pulling out with a slower, wicked drag. Again, then again, and again. No momentum is lost, not a beat missed, as Steve simultaneously maneuvers Tony's legs so that his ankles hang over Steve's shoulders. That gives him the space to lean in as close as he can possibly get and press a very pleased-with-himself smile to the corner of Tony's lips. He keeps the rhythm going, punctuating each word with another solid thrust. ] Like that?
[Tony, for once, is at a loss for words; he can't manage a retort because his entire world has narrowed down to those sharp thrusts over his prostate, the heat of Steve's body pressed against his. Instead, he makes an assortment of increasingly filthy and obscene noises, his fingers scrabbling for purchase in the sheets. If he dies somewhere in this process, at least he'll die a happy man.]
[ As the original poster boy for performance-enhancing drugs, it wouldn't be fair for Steve Rogers to ever compete in the Olympics. But damn if rendering Tony Stark speechless doesn't seem deserving of a gold medal. Steve's self-satisfied grin only grows, even as he attempts a return to kissing that he can barely spare the coordination for; it's messy and uneven and eventually unravels until Steve is mostly just gasping against Tony's mouth as he starts to lose control.
Steve never expected to last very long, but he doesn't want to come without first bringing Tony over the edge, so something has to be done about that, and quick. The next time he pulls out, he leans out just enough to get a hand around Tony's dick, and when he pushes back in his hand pumps Tony in sync with each thrust. ]
[That's what Tony's looking for. Maybe he came last time without anyone touching his dick, but this time, he desperately wants the stimulation, wants Steve to touch him like he'd seen him stroking himself earlier. Steve's touch comes as a relief after getting worked up to the point of being so hard that he's aching, and Tony has to bite back something like a sob.
But he doesn't have time to think about that, because Steve's hand keeps moving in time with his thrusts, and Tony rocks up into the touch as all his muscles strain. He's stretched taut for a few agonizing moments before release washes over him in a wave and he comes in long spurts dripping down Steve's torso.]
[ It seems like every muscle in Tony's body tenses at once, and Steve knows what that means, but he doesn't get a chance to revel in his success. Tony's muscles ripple around his cock in the most agonizingly delicious way and, as if that's not enough, he shoots off across Steve's abs, painting Steve with his come like a Jackson Pollock canvas. ]
Oh fuck, [ is as much as Steve can get out before he follows Tony over that cliff, spending himself deep inside.
They say a lot of trite things about your first time, but Steve has no doubt he'll never forget this. It's just too bad that he peaked his very first time, because sex can't possibly get better than this. ]
[It seems like an eternity before Tony's neurons start firing again, and even then, it's mostly just to let him know that, yes, he is still alive and conscious (mostly) and covered by one (1) super-soldier blanket. Which is good, because otherwise he'd seriously question at least one of those things.
Tony blinks slowly, then ponderously lifts one hand up and rests it on the nape of Steve's neck, his fingertips idly stroking the end of his hair. Yep. That's enough movement for the next few hours.]
Hmm. [ Steve hums happily when Tony's fingers find the back of his neck. He wonders what he must look like, catching his breath like he just ran marathons, with clumps of sweat-damp hair falling into his eyes. In his biased opinion, Tony has him beat: Steve has never seen him look so relaxed, and it turns out he wears it awfully well.
He isn't fully soft when he pulls out, and physically he knows his body could go again, but emotionally Steve is spent. All he really wants to do is help Tony settle back into a more comfortable position and then slot himself up against his side, or as close as he can get short of crushing Tony under his weight. ]
Mmmph, [Tony agrees eloquently. With Steve's assistance, he curls up on one side - yeah, things are probably going to be sticky and unpleasant shortly, but it won't be the first time in his life he's dealt with it, and it won't be the last - and then lets Steve settle in behind him before he leans back against a nice warm (sticky) wall of torso.]
Not bad for your first time. [Even if Steve can't see Tony's goofy grin, his tone of voice makes it clear that this is definitely not a criticism.] But if you wanna get better with practice, I might be willing to lend a hand. Give you some pointers, let you fuck me into the mattress. That kind of thing.
[ Steve wraps an arm around Tony's waist as he settles into the position, burying his face in the crook of Tony's neck because he can't help himself. They're both going to need a shower, and the bed requires a fresh set of sheets, but those are problems for future Steve. Nothing lasts forever, and when he's left with only memories, Steve wants to remember every last detail from tonight. The only way to do that is to let himself exist fully in the moment. ]
You'd do that? [ Yeah, sure, Steve is a specimen and it's no trouble to sleep with him. He gets it. But this is a lot more than friends usually do for each other. (There's also the fact that Steve is going to get his heart shattered when this inevitably ends, and it will be no one's fault but his own. But again, problems for future Steve.) ]
[Oh, god, Steve's face is pressed up against Tony's neck, and Tony is pretty sure his heart's going to explode from all the emotions he's trying to suppress right now. Still, he lets himself twine his scarred fingers into Steve's in a gesture that might be a little too intimate for two guys who are more or less friends but also apparently fucking.]
Assuming you don't kill me in the process, yeah. [Tony tries to sound casual. Nothing weird here, just an act of altruism on Tony's part. Someone's gotta teach Steve how to use that thing, and it might as well be modern-day Casanova Tony Stark, right? It absolutely makes sense. And if he gets some cuddling in addition to a lot of great orgasms, well, everyone knows Tony's a hands-on kinda guy.]
[ It occurs to Steve that they never would have done this, if Tony had died that day, and he squeezes Tony's fingers a little tighter. He also presses a kiss to Tony's shoulder blade because, fuck it, Tony could have died that day, and Steve would have never had the chance. ]
I'm really partial to you staying alive. [ He knows he made that plenty clear already, and actions speak louder than words, but sometimes words are needed too. Especially words he gets to speak against Tony's skin. ]
[Surely Steve can't mean anything by that, Tony thinks. There's probably a perfectly normal explanation, like-
Well, Tony can't come up with one right now, but it has to exist. He's okay with Steve saving him because it's that Thing Steve Rogers Does, because they'd promised each other to try not to die, but he can't wrap his mind around Steve wanting him alive for some personal, presumably selfish reason that has nothing to do with sex.]
Contrary to anything I might have said earlier, so am I.
[Which may or may not have something to do with Steve, but obviously doesn't because haha why would you think that?]
Good, [ Steve says against Tony's shoulder, ] we're in agreement.
[ His reasons for wanting Tony alive were selfish, and they get more selfish as time goes on, because now they have this, and Steve isn't about to give it up for anything. But he can't exactly say that, so he'll let Tony keep thinking Steve's concern is in a fellow Avenger kind of way, not in a deeply personal and emotional kind of way. ]
I mean, for one thing, I haven't even gotten to ride you yet.
[There. Now he can turn the conversation back to something safer, like sex - although there's always the danger that Steve might manage to get it up again, and Tony definitely can't handle another orgasm tonight. All he wants to do is maybe kind of accidentally on purpose fall asleep in Steve's bed. With Steve.
[ Steve can't help picturing how Tony would look riding him, which is a mistake because his dick doesn't need any encouragement, and he presses his forehead to Tony's back and groans. ]
Are you sure it's not you who's trying to kill me?
If channeling the power of the Infinity Stones didn't do it, I don't think a few more erections will make a dent.
[Tony sounds entirely too cheerful considering the topic of conversation, but he's right - Steve can handle jumping out of a plane just fine, abusing his libido is no big deal. And, frankly, Steve probably deserves it after all the times he's left Tony hard and wanting without even knowing it, including a handful of really inconvenient erections in the suit.]
We did that together. [ That's about the only positive thing from the experience, because it hurt like hell and they both could have died, but it's the most important detail, too, if you ask Steve. That they survived not just as a result of taking it on together, but because of it. ]
Well, Steve, it takes two to tango - or I guess to fondue, in your case.
[Tony can't resist a playful jab, mainly to get away from the awkwardness of that 'together' and what it possibly implies.]
I mean, obviously you can do it solo, but that's not why I'm here. Unless you wanna let me watch, which, hey, I fully support. We can have a good time talking about sex toys.
Shut up. [ Steve is grateful their current position keeps Tony from seeing the blush spreading across Steve's cheeks. He says it playfully, because he's long since resigned himself to being teased about the fondue thing, but then Tony mentions sex toys and Steve practically chokes on his own tongue. ]
I meant that I didn't channel all that energy alone, [ he clarifies, ] but let's just forget it and agree neither of us gets to die. Deal?
[Of course Tony knows what Steve meant, but it suits him to twist everything into an innuendo. Talking about teamwork makes him break out in hives, and, well, it's still a bit of a sore subject when it pertains to Steve in particular.
Yeah, Tony probably should have swallowed his pride and extended an olive branch sooner, but humility, even after Afghanistan, has never been one of his strong traits. Not even when he knows he's only hurting himself.
But that's irrelevant now, given the super-soldier spooning him - and Tony still can't believe his luck there. So he's not gonna push it by making Steve too uncomfortable; he can practically feel the embarrassment radiating from him.]
Maybe it wouldn't be an issue if you weren't such a prude. [Tony is pretty fucking sure that's not the problem, but, okay, he can't resist one last tease.] Go jerk off to some good ol' twenty-first century porn on the internet.
I have enough material in the spank bank, thanks. [ It doesn't thrill him that Tony is telling him go jerk off while they're still in bed together, and hints of his annoyance definitely make it into his voice. Somehow he's fallen into this pattern of matching Tony's deflections with honesty, but instead of taking Steve at face value, it just makes Tony deflect harder. ]
[Tony just grins, immensely pleased with the thought of Steve jerking it to the memory of fucking his mouth. It's probably only the sort of thing only Tony would consider flattering.]
For now, maybe. Although if you need more, you know where to find me.
[ Steve sighs, in part because he has to resign any attempt to pull a deeper conversation out of Tony right now, and in part because the day's activities are catching up to him. He suspects that his best chance at getting Tony to stay the night is not asking, or inviting, or drawing attention to it in any way. It has to happen organically, accidentally, so that everyone can claim plausible deniability. ]
Okay. I'll find you. [ He promises, drowsiness slurring his words slightly. ]
[Steve seems to be drifting off, and, oops, he still has his arm over Tony. Guess Tony can't move, how tragic. He lets out a suspiciously contented sigh and snuggles back against Steve. If Tony only gets one shot at this, then he's damn well going to enjoy himself.]
[ When Steve wakes up the next morning, he can't remember dozing off, and he no longer has his arm around Tony. Instead, Tony is more or less wrapped around Steve, as if Steve were some kind of body pillow, and he really doesn't hate it. Judging by the light filtering into the room, it's quite early, maybe just after sunrise. Tony will probably be asleep for a while longer but Steve doesn't feel any urge to move. In fact, he thinks he'd be content to stay like this for hours. ]
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This, he knows how to do: using his body like the perfect instrument it was engineered to be. He keeps a sure and steady pace, picking up speed now as he fucks in sharply, pulling out with a slower, wicked drag. Again, then again, and again. No momentum is lost, not a beat missed, as Steve simultaneously maneuvers Tony's legs so that his ankles hang over Steve's shoulders. That gives him the space to lean in as close as he can possibly get and press a very pleased-with-himself smile to the corner of Tony's lips. He keeps the rhythm going, punctuating each word with another solid thrust. ] Like that?
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Steve never expected to last very long, but he doesn't want to come without first bringing Tony over the edge, so something has to be done about that, and quick. The next time he pulls out, he leans out just enough to get a hand around Tony's dick, and when he pushes back in his hand pumps Tony in sync with each thrust. ]
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But he doesn't have time to think about that, because Steve's hand keeps moving in time with his thrusts, and Tony rocks up into the touch as all his muscles strain. He's stretched taut for a few agonizing moments before release washes over him in a wave and he comes in long spurts dripping down Steve's torso.]
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Oh fuck, [ is as much as Steve can get out before he follows Tony over that cliff, spending himself deep inside.
They say a lot of trite things about your first time, but Steve has no doubt he'll never forget this. It's just too bad that he peaked his very first time, because sex can't possibly get better than this. ]
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Tony blinks slowly, then ponderously lifts one hand up and rests it on the nape of Steve's neck, his fingertips idly stroking the end of his hair. Yep. That's enough movement for the next few hours.]
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He isn't fully soft when he pulls out, and physically he knows his body could go again, but emotionally Steve is spent. All he really wants to do is help Tony settle back into a more comfortable position and then slot himself up against his side, or as close as he can get short of crushing Tony under his weight. ]
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Not bad for your first time. [Even if Steve can't see Tony's goofy grin, his tone of voice makes it clear that this is definitely not a criticism.] But if you wanna get better with practice, I might be willing to lend a hand. Give you some pointers, let you fuck me into the mattress. That kind of thing.
[What could possibly go wrong with this plan?]
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You'd do that? [ Yeah, sure, Steve is a specimen and it's no trouble to sleep with him. He gets it. But this is a lot more than friends usually do for each other. (There's also the fact that Steve is going to get his heart shattered when this inevitably ends, and it will be no one's fault but his own. But again, problems for future Steve.) ]
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Assuming you don't kill me in the process, yeah. [Tony tries to sound casual. Nothing weird here, just an act of altruism on Tony's part. Someone's gotta teach Steve how to use that thing, and it might as well be modern-day Casanova Tony Stark, right? It absolutely makes sense. And if he gets some cuddling in addition to a lot of great orgasms, well, everyone knows Tony's a hands-on kinda guy.]
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I'm really partial to you staying alive. [ He knows he made that plenty clear already, and actions speak louder than words, but sometimes words are needed too. Especially words he gets to speak against Tony's skin. ]
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Well, Tony can't come up with one right now, but it has to exist. He's okay with Steve saving him because it's that Thing Steve Rogers Does, because they'd promised each other to try not to die, but he can't wrap his mind around Steve wanting him alive for some personal, presumably selfish reason that has nothing to do with sex.]
Contrary to anything I might have said earlier, so am I.
[Which may or may not have something to do with Steve, but obviously doesn't because haha why would you think that?]
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[ His reasons for wanting Tony alive were selfish, and they get more selfish as time goes on, because now they have this, and Steve isn't about to give it up for anything. But he can't exactly say that, so he'll let Tony keep thinking Steve's concern is in a fellow Avenger kind of way, not in a deeply personal and emotional kind of way. ]
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[There. Now he can turn the conversation back to something safer, like sex - although there's always the danger that Steve might manage to get it up again, and Tony definitely can't handle another orgasm tonight. All he wants to do is maybe kind of accidentally on purpose fall asleep in Steve's bed. With Steve.
God, he's fucking doomed.]
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Are you sure it's not you who's trying to kill me?
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[Tony sounds entirely too cheerful considering the topic of conversation, but he's right - Steve can handle jumping out of a plane just fine, abusing his libido is no big deal. And, frankly, Steve probably deserves it after all the times he's left Tony hard and wanting without even knowing it, including a handful of really inconvenient erections in the suit.]
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[Tony can't resist a playful jab, mainly to get away from the awkwardness of that 'together' and what it possibly implies.]
I mean, obviously you can do it solo, but that's not why I'm here. Unless you wanna let me watch, which, hey, I fully support. We can have a good time talking about sex toys.
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I meant that I didn't channel all that energy alone, [ he clarifies, ] but let's just forget it and agree neither of us gets to die. Deal?
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Yeah, Tony probably should have swallowed his pride and extended an olive branch sooner, but humility, even after Afghanistan, has never been one of his strong traits. Not even when he knows he's only hurting himself.
But that's irrelevant now, given the super-soldier spooning him - and Tony still can't believe his luck there. So he's not gonna push it by making Steve too uncomfortable; he can practically feel the embarrassment radiating from him.]
Maybe it wouldn't be an issue if you weren't such a prude. [Tony is pretty fucking sure that's not the problem, but, okay, he can't resist one last tease.] Go jerk off to some good ol' twenty-first century porn on the internet.
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For now, maybe. Although if you need more, you know where to find me.
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Okay. I'll find you. [ He promises, drowsiness slurring his words slightly. ]
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[Steve seems to be drifting off, and, oops, he still has his arm over Tony. Guess Tony can't move, how tragic. He lets out a suspiciously contented sigh and snuggles back against Steve. If Tony only gets one shot at this, then he's damn well going to enjoy himself.]
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