You're my new kink. [ Steve murmurs before Tony silences him with another kiss. It may not make any real sense. Thinking is hard to do with Tony this close to him. His hands will have to do the talking as he slips one of them under the hem of Tony's shirt, scraping blunt fingernails along the expanse of his abdomen, up to his chest where he teases the pad of his thumb over Tony's nipple. ]
You're half right. [ Steve doesn't elaborate on which half; he's busy dragging his palm down Tony's torso, swiftly undoing the knot keeping the sweatpants up so he can pull out Tony's cock. As he kisses along the line of Tony's jaw, he whispers against the skin, ] Fuck. You're so hard for me. So good.
[And, not incidentally, because of Steve - although Tony's ultimately the one responsible for this round. But he's already noticed that their arousal loops around and feeds on itself like a horny orobouros until it all blurs together and there's no way of telling who's at fault.]
[ Steve chuckles, finding the very thought preposterous. ] I'm not gonna drop you, [ he says, lips brushing against Tony's neck as he speaks. He kisses a path all the way down to Tony's collarbone as his free hand moves down between them to tease the head of Tony's dick with a feather-light touch. They'll have to move away from the window eventually, as the need for lube increases, but Steve is content to do whatever he can without it for the time being. He really wants to take his time with Tony this round. ]
[Some of the tension actually seeps out of Tony's frame as Steve starts to touch him. This is familiar territory - not with Steve specifically (not yet) - but it's something his body's used to, it feels good, and he's at the point where he can settle in for (hopefully) more than fifteen minutes before they drive each other crazy with lust.]
How's the light in here?
[Tony likes non sequiturs, in case you hadn't noticed.]
[ Early afternoon light diffuses through the window and outlines Tony like a warm aura. He looks like a dream, like a prize, like the universe gilded a trophy just for Steve. ]
It's fine, [ is what he manages to say. Slowly, he strokes Tony with a light touch while his gaze bores into Tony's eyes. ] You look good in every light.
Hmm. [ As thoughtful as that is, and as much as it warms Steve's heart, it also indicates that he isn't doing a good enough job of holding Tony's attention. After one final, languid stroke, Steve places both hands under Tony's thighs and carries him away from the window and over to the bed. He lowers Tony onto the mattress and positions himself a bit further down, gets his good hand back on Tony's dick and licks a filthy stripe along the length of him. Then he looks up with a raised brow. ] Still thinking about hobbies?
[In Tony's defense, it's a very roundabout way of implying that maybe possibly he thinks that they should be sharing a bedroom and he's inviting Steve to consider the prospect, because even now that they've more or less admitted their feelings, he can't just come out and say they should shack up.
(What Tony really wants is their own home, not just a bedroom and bathroom in communal living, but a place that belongs to both of them, and also a place where they can fuck everywhere without having to worry about everyone else walking in on them.)
He's jarred out of his little domestic fantasy, but all things being equal, Tony doesn't mind - not with Steve's tongue doing wicked things to his erection.]
If you want to take up sucking my cock as a hobby, I won't object.
Maybe I will. [ He says with a devilish smirk before wrapping his lips around the head of Tony's cock. His tongue teases the tip as Steve works more and more of Tony into his mouth; every now and then he'll pull off almost completely just to let Tony fuck back in. By the time that Tony's cock is tickling the back of his throat, Steve feels like he is weightless, floating in place with only Tony to keep him tethered down.
His mind is peacefully blank— and then it isn't. The thought occurs belatedly, as if his brain was processing in the background, only alerting him once all the pieces fell into place. Gently, he pulls off of Tony's dick and swipes the drool from his mouth. ] Hold on. If this became a studio, where would I sleep?
[ He has a feeling that he knows the answer, but if he's wrong, they might never recover from the awkwardness. ]
[Tony thinks about throwing a pillow at Steve, remembers he's got two shitty hands right now, and settles for letting his head fall back on the bed with a dramatically frustrated groan. Really, Steve? Is this the time to be asking these questions?]
Steve, you're practically gargling my balls right now, what do you think the answer to that question is?
[Tony's constant anxiety offers a few helpful suggestions - maybe it's too soon, maybe Steve doesn't want to be around him all the fucking time, maybe he talks in his sleep (although Tony doesn't care about that) - and the trickle of fear worries away at him like a stream eroding a riverbed, etching its way onto his psyche, joining the river of insecurities (you're not good enough).]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
[Maybe new in the sense of experiencing it, anyway, but he's not here to argue about semantics.]
Maybe you've been jerking it to handsome men with goatees for years now and I've just never known.
no subject
no subject
[And, not incidentally, because of Steve - although Tony's ultimately the one responsible for this round. But he's already noticed that their arousal loops around and feeds on itself like a horny orobouros until it all blurs together and there's no way of telling who's at fault.]
If you're gonna do that, you better not drop me.
no subject
no subject
[Some of the tension actually seeps out of Tony's frame as Steve starts to touch him. This is familiar territory - not with Steve specifically (not yet) - but it's something his body's used to, it feels good, and he's at the point where he can settle in for (hopefully) more than fifteen minutes before they drive each other crazy with lust.]
How's the light in here?
[Tony likes non sequiturs, in case you hadn't noticed.]
no subject
It's fine, [ is what he manages to say. Slowly, he strokes Tony with a light touch while his gaze bores into Tony's eyes. ] You look good in every light.
no subject
[Tony stretches a little and luxuriates in the touch, in being looked at. He's perfectly content to be an object of desire for Steve right now.]
I was just thinking that you could use this as a studio. Or, uh, use a different room as a studio. You know. Have some space for hobbies.
no subject
no subject
(What Tony really wants is their own home, not just a bedroom and bathroom in communal living, but a place that belongs to both of them, and also a place where they can fuck everywhere without having to worry about everyone else walking in on them.)
He's jarred out of his little domestic fantasy, but all things being equal, Tony doesn't mind - not with Steve's tongue doing wicked things to his erection.]
If you want to take up sucking my cock as a hobby, I won't object.
no subject
His mind is peacefully blank— and then it isn't. The thought occurs belatedly, as if his brain was processing in the background, only alerting him once all the pieces fell into place. Gently, he pulls off of Tony's dick and swipes the drool from his mouth. ] Hold on. If this became a studio, where would I sleep?
[ He has a feeling that he knows the answer, but if he's wrong, they might never recover from the awkwardness. ]
no subject
Steve, you're practically gargling my balls right now, what do you think the answer to that question is?
[Tony's constant anxiety offers a few helpful suggestions - maybe it's too soon, maybe Steve doesn't want to be around him all the fucking time, maybe he talks in his sleep (although Tony doesn't care about that) - and the trickle of fear worries away at him like a stream eroding a riverbed, etching its way onto his psyche, joining the river of insecurities (you're not good enough).]