[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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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.