Not yet. [ It's obvious that Tony is tightly strung and Steve sympathizes, but not enough to risk hurting him. With a great dick comes great responsibility, after all.
He takes mercy on Tony by giving him two fingers to start, easing them in as gently as he can against the tightness of Tony's muscles before switching to a scissoring motion to open him up. ]
[If Steve were anyone else, Tony would roll them both over and fucking ride him. But he's not, and nothing short of a natural disaster can get Steve to move from his course of action (frankly, he's not sure most natural disasters would). So Tony's left to whimper and squirm and look otherwise desperate and undignified, letting out a soft plea from time to time.]
[ Steve starts to lose himself in the sounds he's eliciting from Tony and is sorely tempted to keep teasing, but in the end he chooses mercy. Tony might not recognize it as that, because "mercy" here involves the addition of a third finger and Steve's newfound laser focus on locating Tony's g-spot, but that single-minded attention to getting Tony loose and relaxed is Steve's way of pushing toward the main event. ]
Almost there, baby. [ The pet name slips out against any conscious will of Steve's, but the blush spreading to his cheeks is the only indication he gives of being embarrassed by it. Tony can't claim he wasn't warned about feelings. ]
[A shudder rolls through Tony's entire body when Steve hits just the right spot; his erection twitches, precum dripping from the tip to pool on his stomach. Tony spreads his thighs wider and tries to look enticing, although he's not quite with it enough to bat his eyelashes. (Which is a damn shame, because he has gorgeous eyelashes.)]
Christ, Steve, you're not fucking me with your shield, three fingers is plenty.
I'm not surprised you're kind of a brat. [ There's no bite to Steve's words; if anything, Tony can probably hear the smile in his voice. He moves up to settle between Tony's spread thighs, simultaneously tugging his jeans down to his knees, his cock bobbing obscenely in the open air until he wraps a hand around it. The other hand supports him against the bed as he leans in, finally pressing in with the head of his cock, gasping as he feels Tony spread around him. ]
[Okay, so maaaaaybe Tony's not as stretched as he could be thanks to egging Steve on, and maybe there's some pain when Steve thrusts in, but he's done stupider things, he'll be fine. Right now, all Tony cares about is being thoroughly fucked by Steve. He wraps his legs around Steve's back to draw him in closer.]
[ When Tony folds his legs around him, Steve takes it as the encouragement it surely is, sinking deeper still until he bottoms out. He stays there for a moment, gasping— ] Amazing, you feel amazing, [ — and then he starts thrusting in sharp, fluid movements, without so much as a moment's pause between them. The benefits of being a super soldier; he could do this all day.]
[Tony would like to say he could let Steve do this all day, and maybe on a different day, he could. Steve is absolutely delivering on his promise to fuck Tony into the mattress, and Tony appreciates that. He really, really appreciates it, and he would like it to happen more often. But he is definitely not going to last long here. He's doing his best to hold off just long enough to make it look like he's not completely pathetic (even though he is, as proven by the whimpers interspersed with his panting breaths).]
[ Without breaking his rhythm, Steve reaches between them with his free hand and takes grip of Tony's cock. The remaining lube on his hand eases the slide as Steve strokes Tony in sync with his thrusts. ]
Yeah, [ he exhales, breathless. ] Come on, Tony, come for me.
[Tony does his best to swallow down a whine when Steve finally fucking touches him, but god, it's heavenly, and even better is Steve encouraging him to come. He wants to etch this moment into his memory and jerk off to it for years, long after Steve's moved on to a more suitable partner. He bucks his hips up arrhythmically, thrusting into Steve's hand until, with a shuddering breath, he reaches his peak. All things considered, he's fairly quiet - just a gasp and an exhale, and Tony's shooting off over Steve's hand.]
[ Since they didn't hammer out many details beforehand, Steve had fully intended to pull out rather than coming in Tony without his explicit permission. His best intentions, however, are no match for the feeling of Tony pulsing around him, the look on his face as he peaks, and the soft sounds that escape him. Steve's orgasm follows directly on the heels of Tony's, although markedly less quiet as he comes with a series of heavy, stuttering gasps.
He must white-out for at least a few seconds, because the next thing Steve registers is that he has practically collapsed on top of Tony. He should probably hate it, the way their sweat-slicked skin sticks together, the air around them musty and thick with sex, but strangely enough he can't remember the last time he felt so completely relaxed. ]
[Steve is like a living weighted blanket, and Tony is kinda here for it. His brain floats contentedly in a warm fuzzy state that he can only find when he's well-fucked enough to get it to stop thinking so much. Steve is quiet, which is usually the sort of situation that works out best for them, and even Tony somehow manages to keep his mouth shut. So, yeah, it's arguably one of the better points in their...friendship? Whatever you want to call it.
And Tony's not going to fuck with it (for once), so he just drapes an arm over Steve's back and lets him stay right where he is.]
Hmph. [ Steve mumbles against Tony's shoulder as he musters the energy to lift his head and look Tony in the face. He is still feeling high off his orgasm, floating pleasantly in some hitherto unknown space where nothing can embarrass him. Maybe that's why he doesn't mind saying, honestly: ] That went better than expected.
I've never doubted your skill. But your ability to stand my company? That's something else.
[ Any doubts Steve used to have, however, are difficult to cling to now, when he is still actively inside of Tony. He feels comfortable (apart from the stickiness) and close in a way that has often eluded him, especially in this century. They'll have to move sooner than later, but until then, Steve intends to savor every last second of this very unexpected human connection. ]
[Oh. There's the drop in the pit of his stomach, the chill that prickles his skin. Tony maybe should've expected this to happen, but he hadn't thought he'd gone that far with Steve. He exhales slowly, presses his forehead against Steve's chest, but his traitorous body insists on trembling anyway.]
Hey, what's wrong? [ Despite the awkwardness of their respective positions, Steve is able to reach one hand around the back of Tony's head. He slides his fingers into Tony's hair, his fingertips rubbing small circles against the scalp. It's all he can do in the moment, unsure what's going on. He may not be a virgin, but most of his encounters, especially recently, didn't involve lingering after the fact. ]
[At least Tony's not so out of it that he can't talk. God only knows how Steve would handle something like that. He deserves better than that, and he sure as hell deserves better than Tony, though that's never been in doubt.]
Just let myself go a little too far. Didn't mean to - that's why you need to communicate before. [He snorts softly.] Consent is important. Not- not you. Me. [Because he knows if he doesn't make it very clear, Steve will somehow blame himself for everything.]
I don't follow. [ Steve says carefully. He is trying not to get ahead of himself, but none of what Tony just told him sounds reassuring. Consent is consent, the way he sees it. Either both parties agree, or they don't. That Tony might have had reservations, that he did this against his better judgment, that's pretty much the worst case scenario as far as Steve is concerned. ]
[Okay, Stark, pull it together. He closes his eyes for a moment and concentrates on Steve's fingers rubbing his scalp.]
Right. So, uh, sometimes I get off on being used for my partner's pleasure. [Which isn't the whole thing, but it's about as much as Tony can manage to explain right now.] I didn't expect you to fuck my mouth the way you did, and it-
[Damn, it's really hard to explain things in a way someone like Steve can understand.]
It sent me under, so to speak. Just a little bit, knew I couldn't let myself go too far. But you're supposed to talk about things first, make sure both parties consent.
[ Barely-contained anxious tension melts from Steve's shoulders as Tony explains. Not that he understands completely, at least not yet, but his concern that Tony wasn't all-in is put to rest when Tony admits what gets him off. Steve has no hope of hiding what it does to him when the feeling shoots straight to his dick, stiffening with the beginnings of another erection.
Images of him fucking Tony again, of how sweet and desperate Tony would look, giving it up and letting Steve use him like that, flash through his mind before he can tell himself to get it together. But in reality, Tony is still trembling and there has to be something Steve can do about it. ]
What usually helps, when you're under like this?
[ Yes, he is hoping they can both just agree to ignore his dick right now. ]
[Of course Steve is being a gentleman about it. No, not just a gentleman, but a genuinely caring person, which is even worse. Good for Tony right now, but very, very bad in the long term.]
This isn't too bad, so...just keep touching me for a few more minutes. Basically, it fucks with your brain chemicals - feels real good during sex, but after, you drop from the high. So your partner needs to know about it in advance so they can take care of you. Blankets are good - you're doing well enough on your own right now - making sure they're hydrated, usually something to boost their blood sugar and get some calories into their system. Stick with them and be present. [In fact, Tony's shaking has almost stopped now, and his sentences are a lot more coherent. But he also wants Steve to keep petting his head.]
For the record- [Because Tony is definitely not ignoring Steve's dick right now.] When I say used, I don't mean in the...degraded and humiliated way. Some people get off on that, I absolutely don't. [He's had to put up with more than enough of that in his life as it is.] I'm more of the petting and encouraging type, big shock. Tell me how good I am, how pretty my lips look wrapped around your dick, that kind of thing.
Note taken. [ Steve nods sharply and tries very hard not to think about how pretty Tony's lips did look around his dick. His erection does not need the encouragement. ]
So it's like a crash? [ The concept is familiar enough once Tony spells it out for him. His equilibrium was always out of whack before the serum.
Steve drops his head to rest against Tony's chest; if a human blanket is what Tony needs, he can do that. ]
Yeah, exactly. The common term for it is subdrop. [And oh boy, he's probably opening a can of worms if Steve googles that, but that's kind of how Tony's life is.] It's not something that I want every single time I have sex, I just kinda stumbled into it this time.
[Tony doesn't even try to hide the dreamy smile on his face, and now he's the one petting Steve's hair lightly. It's probably a little too affectionate for what they'd agreed on, but what the hell. His system is evening out, and now he's settling into a more even-kiltered cuddly mood - probably also not what Steve expected from him, but in a different way.]
[ It may not be what Steve expected from Tony, but it isn't unwelcome at all. What they're doing now, just laying here together, somehow comes closer than the actual sex to that nebulous emotional connection Steve was after. Not that no one has ever wanted to cuddle afterwards, but it never felt this... good. That's as best as he can describe how he's feeling: warm and relaxed and just all around good.
He hums contentedly and leans his head into Tony's touch. ] We'll plan it better next time. If you want that, I mean.
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He takes mercy on Tony by giving him two fingers to start, easing them in as gently as he can against the tightness of Tony's muscles before switching to a scissoring motion to open him up. ]
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Almost there, baby. [ The pet name slips out against any conscious will of Steve's, but the blush spreading to his cheeks is the only indication he gives of being embarrassed by it. Tony can't claim he wasn't warned about feelings. ]
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Christ, Steve, you're not fucking me with your shield, three fingers is plenty.
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[Okay, so maaaaaybe Tony's not as stretched as he could be thanks to egging Steve on, and maybe there's some pain when Steve thrusts in, but he's done stupider things, he'll be fine. Right now, all Tony cares about is being thoroughly fucked by Steve. He wraps his legs around Steve's back to draw him in closer.]
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C'mon, touch me, please.
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Yeah, [ he exhales, breathless. ] Come on, Tony, come for me.
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He must white-out for at least a few seconds, because the next thing Steve registers is that he has practically collapsed on top of Tony. He should probably hate it, the way their sweat-slicked skin sticks together, the air around them musty and thick with sex, but strangely enough he can't remember the last time he felt so completely relaxed. ]
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And Tony's not going to fuck with it (for once), so he just drapes an arm over Steve's back and lets him stay right where he is.]
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[Tony's disgruntled snort lacks any sort of real force behind it.]
But I'm glad I satisfied your nebulous desire for emotion.
[The eyeroll might be small, but it's definitely there.]
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[ Any doubts Steve used to have, however, are difficult to cling to now, when he is still actively inside of Tony. He feels comfortable (apart from the stickiness) and close in a way that has often eluded him, especially in this century. They'll have to move sooner than later, but until then, Steve intends to savor every last second of this very unexpected human connection. ]
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[Oh. There's the drop in the pit of his stomach, the chill that prickles his skin. Tony maybe should've expected this to happen, but he hadn't thought he'd gone that far with Steve. He exhales slowly, presses his forehead against Steve's chest, but his traitorous body insists on trembling anyway.]
Shit, [Tony mumbles into Steve's skin.]
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Just let myself go a little too far. Didn't mean to - that's why you need to communicate before. [He snorts softly.] Consent is important. Not- not you. Me. [Because he knows if he doesn't make it very clear, Steve will somehow blame himself for everything.]
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Right. So, uh, sometimes I get off on being used for my partner's pleasure. [Which isn't the whole thing, but it's about as much as Tony can manage to explain right now.] I didn't expect you to fuck my mouth the way you did, and it-
[Damn, it's really hard to explain things in a way someone like Steve can understand.]
It sent me under, so to speak. Just a little bit, knew I couldn't let myself go too far. But you're supposed to talk about things first, make sure both parties consent.
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Images of him fucking Tony again, of how sweet and desperate Tony would look, giving it up and letting Steve use him like that, flash through his mind before he can tell himself to get it together. But in reality, Tony is still trembling and there has to be something Steve can do about it. ]
What usually helps, when you're under like this?
[ Yes, he is hoping they can both just agree to ignore his dick right now. ]
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This isn't too bad, so...just keep touching me for a few more minutes. Basically, it fucks with your brain chemicals - feels real good during sex, but after, you drop from the high. So your partner needs to know about it in advance so they can take care of you. Blankets are good - you're doing well enough on your own right now - making sure they're hydrated, usually something to boost their blood sugar and get some calories into their system. Stick with them and be present. [In fact, Tony's shaking has almost stopped now, and his sentences are a lot more coherent. But he also wants Steve to keep petting his head.]
For the record- [Because Tony is definitely not ignoring Steve's dick right now.] When I say used, I don't mean in the...degraded and humiliated way. Some people get off on that, I absolutely don't. [He's had to put up with more than enough of that in his life as it is.] I'm more of the petting and encouraging type, big shock. Tell me how good I am, how pretty my lips look wrapped around your dick, that kind of thing.
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So it's like a crash? [ The concept is familiar enough once Tony spells it out for him. His equilibrium was always out of whack before the serum.
Steve drops his head to rest against Tony's chest; if a human blanket is what Tony needs, he can do that. ]
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[Tony doesn't even try to hide the dreamy smile on his face, and now he's the one petting Steve's hair lightly. It's probably a little too affectionate for what they'd agreed on, but what the hell. His system is evening out, and now he's settling into a more even-kiltered cuddly mood - probably also not what Steve expected from him, but in a different way.]
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He hums contentedly and leans his head into Tony's touch. ] We'll plan it better next time. If you want that, I mean.
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