Jesus Christ, yes. That is exactly what I want you to say. I want you to think about what you want and not about pleasing other people - although if what you want happens to involve restraints and sucking me off and then riding me, I'm not going to complain.
[You know, as long as we're being oddly specific.]
Okay. Good. [ Steve can actually feel his lungs expanding as he relaxes and starts breathing easier. Or at all, really. He may have been holding his breath for Tony's answer. ] Yes on what you said, too.
Anything else I can add to the list? Because I will 100% make a list. "Ways to sexually please Steve Rogers". It'll be a checklist, natch. So I gotta have more than two things on it.
Also, do you want my dick encased in the suit? And do you want to be facing me or against the wall? [These are important details for uh...planning. Yes. Planning.]
Um. Dick out, facing you. [ The hesitation is just for show, really, when Steve has definitely thought about this scenario enough to remember exactly how he pictured it. He grasps around in his mind for something to add to Tony's checklist, but it's hard to think clearly, if at all. ] I want to kneel under your fancy desk and suck your dick. Maybe after, you bend me over it. Or I bend you over. I'm not picky about that part.
Yeah? [ There is a curious note to Steve's voice that masks the emotion underneath. He knows why he feels the way he does about the suit, but it's hard to imagine the reverse being the same for Tony. ] You want me wearing the suit, or...?
[Believe it or not, Tony has enough awareness to realize that Steve might have some issues with fucking in the suit, and so he tilts his head thoughtfully.]
Mm. You don't have to- I wonder if it's treason to desecrate Captain America's shield by coming all over it?
[And then Tony grins devilishly.]
I'll lick it all off if you want me to. As long as you wash it beforehand, because wow, I'm not getting ancient Nazi germs on my tongue.
[ That image of Tony and the shield, of Tony licking the shield, hits Steve with such force that his vision whites out. ] Jesus, Tony, you can't just say things like that.
Steve, nobody in my entire life has ever succeeded in telling me what I can and can't say, and not even you stand a chance. But you're welcome to try.
[Oh, god, please try.]
I wouldn't be opposed to sucking you off in the suit, by the way. But since I'd suck you off in any situation you can think of, like I said, it's not vital.
Remember this conversation when I have you all tied up and completely at my mercy. [ This Steve says in a low, throaty voice after leaning in close to Tony's ear. ]
That can be arranged. If you want it, it's vital. [ He narrowly managed to cut himself off before adding "to me." ]
I'm just repeating your own idea back to you. [ Steve's expression is the equivalent of a halo over his head for how innocent he tries to look. His words, on the other hand, are the definition of sinful. ] You said you wanted to be restrained, right? Powerless to do anything but feel the way I'm touching you, the way I suck you, the way I'm gonna ride you nice and slow until you're begging for release.
Good to know. [ There's a smirk in Steve's voice as he feathers his fingers through Tony's hair. He is already half hard himself, but for the moment he is more than happy to lie back and enjoy the way Tony feels against his chest. ] Feel free to keep telling me how to press all your buttons.
Only because you've been asking to be put in your place since the day we met. [ Steve argues, but there is a distant quality to his voice, as if his thoughts are elsewhere. And they are: he is trying to figure out how to bring Tony's words to life now that he has picked up on the many hints.
Gently, Steve eases Tony's head from his chest. His hand remains in Tony's hair as he kicks a leg over Tony's torso to straddle him. Then he leans his face in close while giving Tony's hair a light tug. ] How do you want to be restrained?
[ Steve could probably hold Tony down with his strength alone, but it's Tony's fantasy, and maybe he has another vision for it. ]
[Thank Christ, he was worried it would take dropping an actual anvil on Steve's head (look, he'd be fine, the anvil would need repairing afterwards).
Tony sucks in a shuddering breath. He can't let himself go too fast; he doesn't know how much experience Steve has with this (probably none). (So much for sitting him down and having an informative talk, but none of Tony's plans work out the way they're supposed to.)]
Okay, first - colors for consent checks. Nice and easy. Green means go, yellow means caution, red means stop. Same goes for you, if I try to push you into anything you're uncomfortable with. Listen to your gut, 'cause your head might be unreliable.
[Tony doesn't think they'll hit any consent issues, but he'd feel damned irresponsible if he didn't have some sort of safewording system in place for this.]
There's a black box in the back of the closet, you'll find everything in there. Your choice.
[Tony grins recklessly at Steve. Of course he's prepared for something like this - neckties just don't work for bondage. Silk is too slick, and nobody likes having their bloodflow cut off. Said box has an assortment of toys, but also a dark red leather harness and matching restraints - or, if Steve wants to go old school, there's rope as well.]
Green, yellow, red. Got it. [ Steve says with an intensity that suggests he expects to be tested on this later. He realizes it's a big deal, Tony trusting him with this, and vice versa. He wants to make it clear that he's taking it seriously.
He slides off the bed and heads into Tony's closet, following instructions to locate the box. When he first opens it, he feels like he might pass out, there's so much to take in. Some objects are recognizable enough, others he can guess what they're for, and some he's almost afraid to ask. More than anything, though, the contents of the box excite him. He's a little embarrassed to admit that, but thankfully no one is asking.
After a few moments, Steve returns to the bedroom with the rope clutched tightly and his face burning deep red. He didn't miss the harness, but the rope seemed simpler. Less overwhelming. ] Will this work?
Yep, just as long as you don't rig me up like some mook you just knocked out. Leave enough room for bloodflow.
[Tony is obscurely pleased with the intensity of Steve's blush and the way he looks somewhere between aroused and intimidated. He could have totally vanilla sex with Steve and be perfectly happy, but god, exploring kink is a whole other thing.]
Hey. Just FYI, I'm gonna be more out of it than I was last time. You know what's going on, so I can let myself get into it more. But I just want you to know for afterwards, okay? I trust you to take care of me.
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[You know, as long as we're being oddly specific.]
Definitely yes on the armor thing, by the way.
[Just to make sure he knows.]
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Also, do you want my dick encased in the suit? And do you want to be facing me or against the wall? [These are important details for uh...planning. Yes. Planning.]
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Oh, you're gonna kill me, but what a way to go. I'll bend you over the desk if you bend me over the shield, okay?
[No fantasies here. None at all.]
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Mm. You don't have to- I wonder if it's treason to desecrate Captain America's shield by coming all over it?
[And then Tony grins devilishly.]
I'll lick it all off if you want me to. As long as you wash it beforehand, because wow, I'm not getting ancient Nazi germs on my tongue.
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[Oh, god, please try.]
I wouldn't be opposed to sucking you off in the suit, by the way. But since I'd suck you off in any situation you can think of, like I said, it's not vital.
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That can be arranged. If you want it, it's vital. [ He narrowly managed to cut himself off before adding "to me." ]
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[And in a voice like that. Steve is definitely getting back at him now.]
Actually, no, you can say things like that. Please keep saying things like that.
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[Tony lets his forehead rest against Steve's chest again; between them, his cock starts to stir again.]
You want me to beg for you? Because if you get me hard enough, I'll do just about anything.
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maybe it's because hitting subspace earlier reminded him of how fucking good it feels, or maybe it's because Tony's a giant slut, or maybe both
(it's probably both)]
I got more buttons than an elevator in the Empire State Building. You can't handle all my buttons.
[Does this make sense? No. Does Tony care? Also no. He closes his eyes and leans into the caress.]
You can't tell me you haven't dreamt about putting me in my place since the day we met.
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Gently, Steve eases Tony's head from his chest. His hand remains in Tony's hair as he kicks a leg over Tony's torso to straddle him. Then he leans his face in close while giving Tony's hair a light tug. ] How do you want to be restrained?
[ Steve could probably hold Tony down with his strength alone, but it's Tony's fantasy, and maybe he has another vision for it. ]
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Tony sucks in a shuddering breath. He can't let himself go too fast; he doesn't know how much experience Steve has with this (probably none). (So much for sitting him down and having an informative talk, but none of Tony's plans work out the way they're supposed to.)]
Okay, first - colors for consent checks. Nice and easy. Green means go, yellow means caution, red means stop. Same goes for you, if I try to push you into anything you're uncomfortable with. Listen to your gut, 'cause your head might be unreliable.
[Tony doesn't think they'll hit any consent issues, but he'd feel damned irresponsible if he didn't have some sort of safewording system in place for this.]
There's a black box in the back of the closet, you'll find everything in there. Your choice.
[Tony grins recklessly at Steve. Of course he's prepared for something like this - neckties just don't work for bondage. Silk is too slick, and nobody likes having their bloodflow cut off. Said box has an assortment of toys, but also a dark red leather harness and matching restraints - or, if Steve wants to go old school, there's rope as well.]
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He slides off the bed and heads into Tony's closet, following instructions to locate the box. When he first opens it, he feels like he might pass out, there's so much to take in. Some objects are recognizable enough, others he can guess what they're for, and some he's almost afraid to ask. More than anything, though, the contents of the box excite him. He's a little embarrassed to admit that, but thankfully no one is asking.
After a few moments, Steve returns to the bedroom with the rope clutched tightly and his face burning deep red. He didn't miss the harness, but the rope seemed simpler. Less overwhelming. ] Will this work?
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[Tony is obscurely pleased with the intensity of Steve's blush and the way he looks somewhere between aroused and intimidated. He could have totally vanilla sex with Steve and be perfectly happy, but god, exploring kink is a whole other thing.]
Hey. Just FYI, I'm gonna be more out of it than I was last time. You know what's going on, so I can let myself get into it more. But I just want you to know for afterwards, okay? I trust you to take care of me.