Moving On || Tony
Tony was incredibly pleased that Steve had given in. He was also still amused that his boyfriend had compared his sex drive to that of a fifteen year old. That was probably accurate. He stroked down the middle of Steve’s neck and the first few vertebra he could reach before making the same journey again. “Mmm,” he hummed slightly at the touch of his tongue to his collarbone. It was pleasant and definitely something he liked.
He turned his head, cheek to pillow, to watch with a half grin as Steve grabbed lube while still lavishing his jutting bones with attention. Tony shifted so that he could spread his legs enough that Steve wouldn’t have any issues before a small moan came out of him sounding much more like a whimper. “Oh, that feels great,” he announced quietly, eyes closed as he squirmed against Steve’s fingers. It was always initially uncomfortable but he had learned to associate that particular sensation with pleasure.
A thought fluttered across his normally quiet (during sex) mind and Tony had to open his eyes. It was a hard thing to do with a man with skilled fingers working his sensitive ring of muscle but he managed. Tony licked his lower lip before voicing his thought with a slight hitch to start. “I ha-had a thought. A good one,” he was doing good before he had to bite back a groan. “Can you go without a condom this time?” Tony questioned, trying not to roll his hips against the fingers as he was splitting his focus. “You can’t carry disease and I’m clean and, oh, that’s distracting.” He rambled slightly before giving into shifting his hips so that Steve was stroking as perfect as usual.
Steve was pleased at the announcement that his lover made that he was feeling good. He loved it when Tony talked during sex and this was no exception. Only this time, maybe he wouldn’t be calling out for Steve to fuck him harder. Maybe it would be more sweet and genteel since they were going to be making love and not fucking. It was a thought that sent a chill down his spine to settle right in his groin. Slowly, he worked his fingers in and out of the other man, going only deep enough to barely touch the prostate.
But when that question came, Steve’s fingers stilled inside his lover and he looked up at him. For a moment, his eyes were questioning but only because he wondered why the ever used a condom in the first place. Maybe it was just habit for Tony. Even if the man wasn’t clean (and Steve had never thought that he wasn’t) he couldn’t contract an STD. “You trust me enough to not use one?” He smiled lightly. “I like that idea. I’ve heard that it’s much better without a condom.”
He pressed a kiss to Tony’s mouth, slow and gentle as his fingers started moving again. After a few more teasing strokes, the soldier shifted between his lover’s legs. He used the excess lube to slick his own dick, a sharp hiss coming from him as he did so. Using his clean hand to brace himself above Tony, he pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you.” He murmured and used the free hand to guide himself into his lover. It was slow and he groaned as the head of his cock entered the other man before pushing into him completely. The tight heat that surrounded him without the shield of a condom caused his vision to spark at the edge. “Oh Tony…” He muttered.
Tony had to focus on breathing to stop himself from bucking upwards at the sudden stillness of Steve’s fingers. His eyes had fluttered half shut at the last teasing brush against his prostate and he now opened them more to look at his lover again. “Of course I trust you,” he groaned at Steve’s words. “Who’re you talking sex to?” Tony asked teasingly with his lips brushing the other man’s before his tongue slid out to lazily slide over the seam of Steve’s mouth.
An unbidden shiver crawled down his spine at the sudden hiss from Steve, enjoying that noise. Tony tilted his face up to press a kiss to the larger man’s throat, realizing that this was going to be a new experience and supposed to be sweet and gentle. “You know I love you too.” The words were getting easier to say. Practice, he supposed. He leaned back into the pillows to watch his boyfriend before he was unable to keep his brown eyes open. Tony didn’t have to remind himself to relax but he drew his knees up to make things easier. He didn’t bother holding back the moan that poured out of his chest at the sensation of Steve sliding into him and against his muscles.
“Yeah, babe. Oh,” he breathed and inhaled a slow breath as he slid his fingers back into Steve’s hair to rest over the back of his neck. Tony made a small movement of his hips to encourage Steve to move as he kept his eyes closed to enjoy the feelings. It was impossible for Tony not to talk during sex, but instead of babbling dirty talk he murmured slow, sweet nothings.
Tony had called him ‘babe’ through sex since the beginning and it still made him smile every time. He’d never admit just how much he enjoyed that little nickname and the fingers in his hair caused a shiver to roll down his spine. Even if this wasn’t the best sex that Tony would ever get, Steve didn’t mind that. He liked that he was getting this chance to be slow and sweet with the man. It was a new thing to both of them.
Gently, Steve rolled his hips into the man below him as he found a rhythm. It wasn’t too slow or too fast and it was deep without being hard. He didn’t feel the need to rush this at all and he sought out his lover’s lips with his own. The kiss remained almost lazy and he smiled into it before moving to trail his lips down the side of the other’s neck. Just as Tony was whispering sweet things to him, he was whispering them back.
After a little bit, he angled his hips slightly, encouraging Tony to wrap his legs around the soldier’s waist so that he could better angle himself. When the man did, Steve picked up the pace just a bit and buried himself deeper in search of Tony’s prostate, a hand sliding between them to stroke him gently as he did so.
Moving On || Tony
A cheeky grin took over his face when Steve admitted to barely being able to keep his hands to himself. He knew exactly how that felt. Tony nuzzled into the hand on his cheek, unable to help himself. The grin remained before his breath caught slightly at Steve’s words. “Okay, yeah, we can do that. Change is good.” He nodded and felt a shiver crawl down his spine. He’d never really considered sex as ever ‘making love’, even though he loved Steve to his core.
Tony wrapped his arms around Steve’s shoulders when he was flipped over, thoroughly enjoying the kiss. It was something entirely different and he found he liked it. No one ever treated the genius like he was fragile, not like Steve did. Part of him loved it and the other part tended to get annoyed. This was one of the times when the former outweighed everything. The teeth against his skin was seriously distracting and he had to repeat the last few second over in his head.
“Deal. I’ll just enjoy and not strain myself,” he teased when he figured out what Steve had said. He combed his fingers through the back of the blonde head in his hand while the other hand ran down a muscular bicep.
Tony was just going to have to suck it up and get used to this because for the next few days or so, if the man wanted to have sex then this is what he was going to get. Steve loved being rough just as much as Tony did. Nothing did him in like the sight of the engineer a trembling and fucked out mess below him but when it really counted, this is what making love was. Being gentle and letting your partner knew that you cared.
And he did care desperately for his lover. Some small part of Steve hoped that the other man would find that he enjoyed slow and sweet sex once in awhile. It wasn’t such a bad thing to have a balanced sex life. Not in his mind anyways. So he trailed his lips down the other’s neck and to his collar where he let his tongue drag over the bone beneath. Tony still tasted the same and hit made him shiver faintly but he knew that the man would get impatient with too much foreplay.
Reaching blindly into the nightstand next to the bed, he fished out the lube from the drawer and gripped it in his palm. The soldier was becoming very good at doing things with one hand and he popped the bottle open to pour some of the cold gel over two fingers. Recapping it, he tossed it aside and slowly reached between Tony’s legs, tracing the rim of muscle before insert one finger and then the next.
Tony was incredibly pleased that Steve had given in. He was also still amused that his boyfriend had compared his sex drive to that of a fifteen year old. That was probably accurate. He stroked down the middle of Steve’s neck and the first few vertebra he could reach before making the same journey again. “Mmm,” he hummed slightly at the touch of his tongue to his collarbone. It was pleasant and definitely something he liked.
He turned his head, cheek to pillow, to watch with a half grin as Steve grabbed lube while still lavishing his jutting bones with attention. Tony shifted so that he could spread his legs enough that Steve wouldn’t have any issues before a small moan came out of him sounding much more like a whimper. “Oh, that feels great,” he announced quietly, eyes closed as he squirmed against Steve’s fingers. It was always initially uncomfortable but he had learned to associate that particular sensation with pleasure.
A thought fluttered across his normally quiet (during sex) mind and Tony had to open his eyes. It was a hard thing to do with a man with skilled fingers working his sensitive ring of muscle but he managed. Tony licked his lower lip before voicing his thought with a slight hitch to start. “I ha-had a thought. A good one,” he was doing good before he had to bite back a groan. “Can you go without a condom this time?” Tony questioned, trying not to roll his hips against the fingers as he was splitting his focus. “You can’t carry disease and I’m clean and, oh, that’s distracting.” He rambled slightly before giving into shifting his hips so that Steve was stroking as perfect as usual.
Steve was pleased at the announcement that his lover made that he was feeling good. He loved it when Tony talked during sex and this was no exception. Only this time, maybe he wouldn’t be calling out for Steve to fuck him harder. Maybe it would be more sweet and genteel since they were going to be making love and not fucking. It was a thought that sent a chill down his spine to settle right in his groin. Slowly, he worked his fingers in and out of the other man, going only deep enough to barely touch the prostate.
But when that question came, Steve’s fingers stilled inside his lover and he looked up at him. For a moment, his eyes were questioning but only because he wondered why the ever used a condom in the first place. Maybe it was just habit for Tony. Even if the man wasn’t clean (and Steve had never thought that he wasn’t) he couldn’t contract an STD. “You trust me enough to not use one?” He smiled lightly. “I like that idea. I’ve heard that it’s much better without a condom.”
He pressed a kiss to Tony’s mouth, slow and gentle as his fingers started moving again. After a few more teasing strokes, the soldier shifted between his lover’s legs. He used the excess lube to slick his own dick, a sharp hiss coming from him as he did so. Using his clean hand to brace himself above Tony, he pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you.” He murmured and used the free hand to guide himself into his lover. It was slow and he groaned as the head of his cock entered the other man before pushing into him completely. The tight heat that surrounded him without the shield of a condom caused his vision to spark at the edge. “Oh Tony…” He muttered.
Moving On || Tony
Tony made a sound of agreement, distracted by watching his fingers move across planes of muscle that made up Steve’s chest where he had scattered kisses. His eyes flickered back up as he made a face at his partner. “Deprive me of the greatest things in life. Sex, work, and greasy food. You’re torturing me,” he groaned before it changed to an open moan when he felt fingers on his ass.
His body shuddered pleasantly when said part of him was squeezed and Tony couldn’t help trying to prolong the kiss. He leaned to give Steve all the access he wanted, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation of his lips moving over his throat. Tony wet his lips and tried not to grind down into Steve. “Being difficult is in my nature.” He flexed his fingers against the shoulder they were holding when he felt a tongue lap into the indent his throat made.
“Damn it, babe,” Tony groaned, sliding the hand not on Steve’s shoulder to the side of his neck to ground himself. “I am spoiled, and you love spoiling me. So, please.” He needed either to be touched more or to touch more of his boyfriend. Just simple touches were lighting his body aflame, just like Steve always managed to do.
If Tony thought that this was easy for Steve then he was very, very wrong. There wasn’t anything more that he wanted to do than to make love to Tony and he was beginning to lose his resolved. Sex was a big thing for his partner and he knew that and depriving him of it was kind of an asshole thing to do. Though he really wanted Tony to relax, the moans that were coming out of him weren’t helping the situation. He sighed softly, pulling his mouth from the man’s neck and looking up at him.
“Alright, listen.” He said sternly. “Here’s the deal. I’ll do this for you because I know that it’s like a lifeline for you. It hasn’t been easy for me the last hour or two to keep my hands off of you but we’re taking it slow.” He moved a hand to cup his partners cheek. ” I know you like it rough and when you’re completely recovered then we can go back to that but right now, I’m going to take this opportunity to make love to you. Nice and slow.” The last few words tapered off into a whisper.
Steve smiled a bit, moving to kiss his lover again but this time it was passionate and gentle. God, he’d missed Tony so much that it hurt to think about. Gently, the soldier shifted so that Tony’s back was pressed to the mattress and he moved to straddle his thighs lightly. He broke the kiss to trail light nips along the engineer’s jaw. “Deal?”
A cheeky grin took over his face when Steve admitted to barely being able to keep his hands to himself. He knew exactly how that felt. Tony nuzzled into the hand on his cheek, unable to help himself. The grin remained before his breath caught slightly at Steve’s words. “Okay, yeah, we can do that. Change is good.” He nodded and felt a shiver crawl down his spine. He’d never really considered sex as ever ‘making love’, even though he loved Steve to his core.
Tony wrapped his arms around Steve’s shoulders when he was flipped over, thoroughly enjoying the kiss. It was something entirely different and he found he liked it. No one ever treated the genius like he was fragile, not like Steve did. Part of him loved it and the other part tended to get annoyed. This was one of the times when the former outweighed everything. The teeth against his skin was seriously distracting and he had to repeat the last few second over in his head.
“Deal. I’ll just enjoy and not strain myself,” he teased when he figured out what Steve had said. He combed his fingers through the back of the blonde head in his hand while the other hand ran down a muscular bicep.
Tony was just going to have to suck it up and get used to this because for the next few days or so, if the man wanted to have sex then this is what he was going to get. Steve loved being rough just as much as Tony did. Nothing did him in like the sight of the engineer a trembling and fucked out mess below him but when it really counted, this is what making love was. Being gentle and letting your partner knew that you cared.
And he did care desperately for his lover. Some small part of Steve hoped that the other man would find that he enjoyed slow and sweet sex once in awhile. It wasn’t such a bad thing to have a balanced sex life. Not in his mind anyways. So he trailed his lips down the other’s neck and to his collar where he let his tongue drag over the bone beneath. Tony still tasted the same and hit made him shiver faintly but he knew that the man would get impatient with too much foreplay.
Reaching blindly into the nightstand next to the bed, he fished out the lube from the drawer and gripped it in his palm. The soldier was becoming very good at doing things with one hand and he popped the bottle open to pour some of the cold gel over two fingers. Recapping it, he tossed it aside and slowly reached between Tony’s legs, tracing the rim of muscle before insert one finger and then the next.
Moving On || Tony
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Tony grinned, speaking over Steve like normal. He groaned against Steve’s mouth when he was told to give his body a chance to recover. “My body is okay. It’s been worse off.” University had been a particular weird faze on his body. With moldy coffee and burned toast during his zombie modes in between bouts of alcoholism and partying. Steve was really good for extending his life at least.
A shiver crawled down his spine with the touch of fingertips to his bones. “Thanks. What every guy wants to hear,” he teased when he heard the comment about his weight. His kidnappers only gave him enough that he wouldn’t die on them and then he was stuck on fluids when he was recovering. “Yes, five cheeseburgers sounds great.” Tony nodded with a chuckle. He really did want good, old fashioned American fast food. A groan was pulled out of the engineer when Steve brought up his diet.
“…I don’t eat crap. I eat toast. And…eggs. I chop, I stir, I apply heat. I’m surviving.” Tony leaned down to scatter a few kisses across Steve’s chest before pushing himself back up to look at him. “Does that mean you’re going to cook for me?” He questioned with a crooked smile.
Steve let out a small moan from the kisses that were scattered against his chest. As much as he loved Tony, the man could be a real pain in the ass. Though it was something he kind of loved about the engineer. Life was never boring and they would never grow complacent around each other. “You know…” Steve smirked a bit. “Sometimes, you’re like a teenager but if it’ll get you to gain some weight then what choice do I have. You do eat like crap by barely eating at all.” He sighed. The soldier knew that he was being overbearing but it was from a good place. He was truly concerned about his lover.
“Eating fast food as much as you love it is going to clog the hell out of your arteries so unless you whip up some new device to scrape them clean, I suggest you lay off of it for awhile.” His fingers were wandering lower on Tony’s back and since they were both naked, it was easier to feel things without the hindering of material. A slight grin spread of his face as fingertips slid over the cleft of the other man’s ass before squeezing it gently and letting go. “Why do you make things so difficult?” He murmured, his head dipping to catch Tony’s mouth in another kiss before his lips trailed down the front of his throat.
“You’re spoiled.” He teased lightly. “And used to getting your way all the time.” His tongue dipped into the hollow of his lover’s throat.”
Tony made a sound of agreement, distracted by watching his fingers move across planes of muscle that made up Steve’s chest where he had scattered kisses. His eyes flickered back up as he made a face at his partner. “Deprive me of the greatest things in life. Sex, work, and greasy food. You’re torturing me,” he groaned before it changed to an open moan when he felt fingers on his ass.
His body shuddered pleasantly when said part of him was squeezed and Tony couldn’t help trying to prolong the kiss. He leaned to give Steve all the access he wanted, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation of his lips moving over his throat. Tony wet his lips and tried not to grind down into Steve. “Being difficult is in my nature.” He flexed his fingers against the shoulder they were holding when he felt a tongue lap into the indent his throat made.
“Damn it, babe,” Tony groaned, sliding the hand not on Steve’s shoulder to the side of his neck to ground himself. “I am spoiled, and you love spoiling me. So, please.” He needed either to be touched more or to touch more of his boyfriend. Just simple touches were lighting his body aflame, just like Steve always managed to do.
If Tony thought that this was easy for Steve then he was very, very wrong. There wasn’t anything more that he wanted to do than to make love to Tony and he was beginning to lose his resolved. Sex was a big thing for his partner and he knew that and depriving him of it was kind of an asshole thing to do. Though he really wanted Tony to relax, the moans that were coming out of him weren’t helping the situation. He sighed softly, pulling his mouth from the man’s neck and looking up at him.
“Alright, listen.” He said sternly. “Here’s the deal. I’ll do this for you because I know that it’s like a lifeline for you. It hasn’t been easy for me the last hour or two to keep my hands off of you but we’re taking it slow.” He moved a hand to cup his partners cheek. ” I know you like it rough and when you’re completely recovered then we can go back to that but right now, I’m going to take this opportunity to make love to you. Nice and slow.” The last few words tapered off into a whisper.
Steve smiled a bit, moving to kiss his lover again but this time it was passionate and gentle. God, he’d missed Tony so much that it hurt to think about. Gently, the soldier shifted so that Tony’s back was pressed to the mattress and he moved to straddle his thighs lightly. He broke the kiss to trail light nips along the engineer’s jaw. “Deal?”
Moving On || Tony
“You love my pout,” Tony murmured when his face was lifted up. He scooted so that he was more comfortable as their lips slid together. If he was a cat, Tony would definitely be purring. He let Steve guide the kiss rather than taking over. Change was always good. He couldn’t help stroking the skin under one hand as he rested his weight on the other.
It was impossible to not want to grin when he felt Steve’s shudder. Tony himself loved stroking the invading tongue with his own. He curled his appendage around Steve’s muscle and sucked briefly before pulling back to quietly breathe as his heart thrummed loud enough to hear. He gave a cheeky smile as his eyes opened, lips brushing against Steve’s as he breathed. “A month is a looong time to go without even just this,” he groaned and pressed a kiss to the corner of his partner’s mouth.
He dragged his tongue along the edge of Steve’s lower lip with a small hum of contentment. Just kissing his boyfriend let his mind become pleasantly buzzed. Tony highly doubted that he’d ever get enough.
“I know it is. I’m not saying that I blame you because I know that you’re libido is like that of a fifteen year old but damn…” Steve smirked at him. “Give your body a chance to recover from the trauma it’s gone through.” Of course, if Tony really put too much of a fuss about it, the soldier would be likely to comply just to get him to shut up. Hopefully, the engineer wouldn’t grow childish about it.
A small grin played over his mouth as he felt that tongue against the bottom tier. His fingers had found their way to Tony’s back and he was gently running the tips along the indentation of his spine. “You’re too thin…” He murmured. “Maybe I should have gotten you a cheeseburger sooner…or five.” Honestly, Steve didn’t give a damn what Tony looked like because the man would always be beautiful to him but Tony had grown unhealthily too thin. “You need to balance out your diet. Less crap and more protein.” He muttered. “I worry about your health.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Tony grinned, speaking over Steve like normal. He groaned against Steve’s mouth when he was told to give his body a chance to recover. “My body is okay. It’s been worse off.” University had been a particular weird faze on his body. With moldy coffee and burned toast during his zombie modes in between bouts of alcoholism and partying. Steve was really good for extending his life at least.
A shiver crawled down his spine with the touch of fingertips to his bones. “Thanks. What every guy wants to hear,” he teased when he heard the comment about his weight. His kidnappers only gave him enough that he wouldn’t die on them and then he was stuck on fluids when he was recovering. “Yes, five cheeseburgers sounds great.” Tony nodded with a chuckle. He really did want good, old fashioned American fast food. A groan was pulled out of the engineer when Steve brought up his diet.
“…I don’t eat crap. I eat toast. And…eggs. I chop, I stir, I apply heat. I’m surviving.” Tony leaned down to scatter a few kisses across Steve’s chest before pushing himself back up to look at him. “Does that mean you’re going to cook for me?” He questioned with a crooked smile.
Steve let out a small moan from the kisses that were scattered against his chest. As much as he loved Tony, the man could be a real pain in the ass. Though it was something he kind of loved about the engineer. Life was never boring and they would never grow complacent around each other. “You know…” Steve smirked a bit. “Sometimes, you’re like a teenager but if it’ll get you to gain some weight then what choice do I have. You do eat like crap by barely eating at all.” He sighed. The soldier knew that he was being overbearing but it was from a good place. He was truly concerned about his lover.
“Eating fast food as much as you love it is going to clog the hell out of your arteries so unless you whip up some new device to scrape them clean, I suggest you lay off of it for awhile.” His fingers were wandering lower on Tony’s back and since they were both naked, it was easier to feel things without the hindering of material. A slight grin spread of his face as fingertips slid over the cleft of the other man’s ass before squeezing it gently and letting go. “Why do you make things so difficult?” He murmured, his head dipping to catch Tony’s mouth in another kiss before his lips trailed down the front of his throat.
“You’re spoiled.” He teased lightly. “And used to getting your way all the time.” His tongue dipped into the hollow of his lover’s throat.”
Moving On || Tony
“Yes, you do always look perfect. It’s almost irritating if I didn’t like it so much.” Tony drew formulas and diagrams and even binary that were stuck behind his eyes onto Steve’s chest with a finger. He nodded with a grin at the blonde. “Yes, yes, and apparently I’m still recovering. But yes, sex. My brain only has two functions, remember?” Tony briefly kissed the skin under his cheek before settling back down to listen to a normal heartbeat. He’d gotten used to the thrumming noise of Steve’s heart to relax with and keep himself from feeling like he was drowning.
Up came the head to look at Steve with first surprise, then with a slowly spreading grin. “I like that idea. A lot.” Tony loved that look on Steve’s face and it was impossible not to get immediately aroused by his smirk and the words that he had replied to. However, he made no move to start anything, instead hovering where he was pulled to in the first place. “Please don’t say you were teasing, that would be hurtful. I’ve been good! …Mostly.”
There was plenty of time for admitting to what had happened later. Tony really just wanted hot, steamy make out sessions like a horny teenager with his partner. It terrified him now to think that tomorrow, or the next day, or even the next hour could be the last time he saw Steve. He hadn’t even been trying to endanger his life.
“Maybe I was and maybe I wasn’t. I’m not going to tell you either way.” Steve was teasing him and being mean but that was part of the fun. He hadn’t been with the other man in almost a month and it was just as hard to resist Tony as it was for Tony to resist him. There wasn’t a neuron in the soldier’s body that didn’t just want to throw his lover on the mattress and make love to him until they were both stupid but it wasn’t going to happen, not just yet. Still, makeout sessions and maybe a few other things were doable.
“You’ve been okay…I wouldn’t jump right to good. You’re still being pouty.” Still, Steve could barely help himself before he was lifting the other man’s chin up so that he could kiss him. He kept it light and slow at first, lips lazily working against his lover’s with just a flash of tongue to tease him. So often, sex was fast and rigorous between the two of them and as much as Steve loved it, this might be a good opportunity to actually make love. A balanced sex life might not be so bad.
Gently, he traced the tip of his tongue along the seam of Tony’s lips before licking past them. A shudder ran down his spine the moment his tongue met the engineer’s.
“You love my pout,” Tony murmured when his face was lifted up. He scooted so that he was more comfortable as their lips slid together. If he was a cat, Tony would definitely be purring. He let Steve guide the kiss rather than taking over. Change was always good. He couldn’t help stroking the skin under one hand as he rested his weight on the other.
It was impossible to not want to grin when he felt Steve’s shudder. Tony himself loved stroking the invading tongue with his own. He curled his appendage around Steve’s muscle and sucked briefly before pulling back to quietly breathe as his heart thrummed loud enough to hear. He gave a cheeky smile as his eyes opened, lips brushing against Steve’s as he breathed. “A month is a looong time to go without even just this,” he groaned and pressed a kiss to the corner of his partner’s mouth.
He dragged his tongue along the edge of Steve’s lower lip with a small hum of contentment. Just kissing his boyfriend let his mind become pleasantly buzzed. Tony highly doubted that he’d ever get enough.
“I know it is. I’m not saying that I blame you because I know that you’re libido is like that of a fifteen year old but damn…” Steve smirked at him. “Give your body a chance to recover from the trauma it’s gone through.” Of course, if Tony really put too much of a fuss about it, the soldier would be likely to comply just to get him to shut up. Hopefully, the engineer wouldn’t grow childish about it.
A small grin played over his mouth as he felt that tongue against the bottom tier. His fingers had found their way to Tony’s back and he was gently running the tips along the indentation of his spine. “You’re too thin…” He murmured. “Maybe I should have gotten you a cheeseburger sooner…or five.” Honestly, Steve didn’t give a damn what Tony looked like because the man would always be beautiful to him but Tony had grown unhealthily too thin. “You need to balance out your diet. Less crap and more protein.” He muttered. “I worry about your health.”
Moving On || Tony
He nearly burst out laughing when Steve said he’d worked through bad things. That was not the case. Or at least, not in Tony’s eyes. Tony bottled shit up and buried it so deep in his subconscious that it eventually clawed the way out and left damage for Steve to try and understand. Oh yeah, he had a healthy way of coping.
“What if I was going to ask for a story?”
Tony was pouting and he knew it. He hadn’t even gotten his greasy cheeseburger yet. “You’re so mean to me.” He sulked as he was led back into his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed in his towel. “I cannot resist the urge. It’s not possible. It is a challenge I will never overcome,” Tony said in a very sad tone, looking the perfect picture like someone had kicked his dog.
“That’s like asking you to resist the urge to look perfect all the time. Even with your god-awful 6 am runs.” Tony made a face at the thought of actually getting up early, or having slept in order to get up early, to run.
Steve rolled his eyes at the other’s pouting though the grin on his face wouldn’t fall and he sighed softly, crawling into the bed with Tony and pulling the other man to lay against him. “Oh please…I don’t look perfect and I sure don’t make a conscious effort to try and do so. I run in the morning because it helps me clear my head to deal with the crap the day is going to bring. There’s always crap to deal with in our line of work and you know it.
“Besides, I know you better than that and stories aren’t something you would sit still through.” He teased.
Shifting so that Tony’s head was resting against his bare chest, his fingers worked up and into the damp dark hair of his lover. “You just got back from being kidnapped, detoxing and recovering and your mind still wanders to sex. I don’t know how you have that much stamina. Not that I’m complaining.” Mostly, he was just teasing but Tony’s libido was something he found mind-blowing, even grew insecure about at times. He hoped his own would be enough to keep up with his partner the rest of their lives.
“Maybe if you quite pouting like a baby I’ll give you a blowjob.” He smirked.
“Yes, you do always look perfect. It’s almost irritating if I didn’t like it so much.” Tony drew formulas and diagrams and even binary that were stuck behind his eyes onto Steve’s chest with a finger. He nodded with a grin at the blonde. “Yes, yes, and apparently I’m still recovering. But yes, sex. My brain only has two functions, remember?” Tony briefly kissed the skin under his cheek before settling back down to listen to a normal heartbeat. He’d gotten used to the thrumming noise of Steve’s heart to relax with and keep himself from feeling like he was drowning.
Up came the head to look at Steve with first surprise, then with a slowly spreading grin. “I like that idea. A lot.” Tony loved that look on Steve’s face and it was impossible not to get immediately aroused by his smirk and the words that he had replied to. However, he made no move to start anything, instead hovering where he was pulled to in the first place. “Please don’t say you were teasing, that would be hurtful. I’ve been good! …Mostly.”
There was plenty of time for admitting to what had happened later. Tony really just wanted hot, steamy make out sessions like a horny teenager with his partner. It terrified him now to think that tomorrow, or the next day, or even the next hour could be the last time he saw Steve. He hadn’t even been trying to endanger his life.
“Maybe I was and maybe I wasn’t. I’m not going to tell you either way.” Steve was teasing him and being mean but that was part of the fun. He hadn’t been with the other man in almost a month and it was just as hard to resist Tony as it was for Tony to resist him. There wasn’t a neuron in the soldier’s body that didn’t just want to throw his lover on the mattress and make love to him until they were both stupid but it wasn’t going to happen, not just yet. Still, makeout sessions and maybe a few other things were doable.
“You’ve been okay…I wouldn’t jump right to good. You’re still being pouty.” Still, Steve could barely help himself before he was lifting the other man’s chin up so that he could kiss him. He kept it light and slow at first, lips lazily working against his lover’s with just a flash of tongue to tease him. So often, sex was fast and rigorous between the two of them and as much as Steve loved it, this might be a good opportunity to actually make love. A balanced sex life might not be so bad.
Gently, he traced the tip of his tongue along the seam of Tony’s lips before licking past them. A shudder ran down his spine the moment his tongue met the engineer’s.
Moving On || Tony
He trembled and cursed his body and mind. Tony hated being weak in front of anyone, occasionally that included himself. He buried his face in the towel and took deep breaths as the cloth pressed to his eyes. The water was gone. He was safe and with Steve. HYDRA couldn’t hurt him and he wasn’t drowning. Tony shuddered once more time before he was pulled forward against a firm chest. “Yeah, it was,” he admitted as he rested his hands on Steve’s hips.
“I hate panic attacks. I love my shower and I’m terrified of it,” Tony breathed, curling his fingers around the towel at Steve’s waist. “No, I don’t want to talk about it.” He thumbed at the bone beneath his hand with his eyes closed and forehead up so that Steve could rest their foreheads together. “I need to distract myself, babe.”
“Tony, listen to me.” He sighed softly. “It’s going to get better. You’ll work through this like you’ve worked past every other bad thing in your life. You might not feel like it now but you are strong. Stronger than a lot of people to have made it this far with the shit you’ve gone through.” He lifted his head to press a kiss to his lover’s forhead. “I wish that you’d have a little more faith in yourself and in me to help you through it.”
When the man mentioned a distraction, Steve knew that could mean two things. Either Tony wanted to distract himself with work and hole himself up in the lab…or sex. Neither of which Steve felt was a great idea at this moment. He shook his head softly. “I don’t think I even have to ask what kind of distraction you want. Forget it. Whatever it is.” Gently, using the towel wrapped around Tony to tug him forward, he pulled the man into the bedroom and towards the bed. “Come to bed with me.” He murmured. “I’d actually like to see just how much you can resist the urge for sex.” He grinned slightly, presenting just a slight challenge.
He nearly burst out laughing when Steve said he’d worked through bad things. That was not the case. Or at least, not in Tony’s eyes. Tony bottled shit up and buried it so deep in his subconscious that it eventually clawed the way out and left damage for Steve to try and understand. Oh yeah, he had a healthy way of coping.
“What if I was going to ask for a story?”
Tony was pouting and he knew it. He hadn’t even gotten his greasy cheeseburger yet. “You’re so mean to me.” He sulked as he was led back into his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed in his towel. “I cannot resist the urge. It’s not possible. It is a challenge I will never overcome,” Tony said in a very sad tone, looking the perfect picture like someone had kicked his dog.
“That’s like asking you to resist the urge to look perfect all the time. Even with your god-awful 6 am runs.” Tony made a face at the thought of actually getting up early, or having slept in order to get up early, to run.
Steve rolled his eyes at the other’s pouting though the grin on his face wouldn’t fall and he sighed softly, crawling into the bed with Tony and pulling the other man to lay against him. “Oh please…I don’t look perfect and I sure don’t make a conscious effort to try and do so. I run in the morning because it helps me clear my head to deal with the crap the day is going to bring. There’s always crap to deal with in our line of work and you know it.
“Besides, I know you better than that and stories aren’t something you would sit still through.” He teased.
Shifting so that Tony’s head was resting against his bare chest, his fingers worked up and into the damp dark hair of his lover. “You just got back from being kidnapped, detoxing and recovering and your mind still wanders to sex. I don’t know how you have that much stamina. Not that I’m complaining.” Mostly, he was just teasing but Tony’s libido was something he found mind-blowing, even grew insecure about at times. He hoped his own would be enough to keep up with his partner the rest of their lives.
“Maybe if you quite pouting like a baby I’ll give you a blowjob.” He smirked.
Moving On || Tony
No matter that he was told not to feel ashamed that he couldn’t shower on his own, he did. Tony wasn’t used to relying on others. He had been independent for a very long time. He flinched away from the water as it started back up and caught himself before he reached out for Steve. God, the man was like a fucking rock to him now. It almost scared the shit out of Tony. He watched the water fall, recognizing it as his favourite shower but having an automatic fear of another panic attack. He remained silent, not even making a comment when Steve stripped from his wet clothes.
Tony let himself be led forward and couldn’t help recoiling from the water drops. His breath picked up even as he silently chided himself for being an idiot. He focused on Steve’s voice as the water rained from straight above them. “No?” Tony answered with an unsure question, lips quirked in a way that was somehow filled with self-hatred. He held tightly onto the torso that was bracing his own as he took shuddering breaths. “Can we hurry?” He asked, keeping his eyes shut tight as the threat of another panic attack loomed over him like a constant reminder.
His fingers reached for the shampoo and curled around the bottle of whatever it was that JARVIS kept them stocked with. As soon as it was between them, Tony had to pause and breathe deeply through his nose, ignoring the way the water dripped over his mouth and glad the shower washed away the tears from his ghost-pain in his chest.
“Yeah…we can hurry.” Steve muttered. He helped the other to wash and rinse off, staying close to him so that he wouldn’t have another panic attack. It caused a dull ache in his chest to know that Tony had been put through so much that he was afraid of the shower. It was just so wrong for Tony to seem so vulnerable. Not when he was normally so tough and Steve figured that it was going to take awhile before his lover was back to a point where he could shower alone.
Once Tony was completely rinsed off, JARVIS shut the water off and Steve stepped out to dry off and wrap a towel around his waist before handing another one to Tony. He smiled faintly, wrapping his lover in the fluff and pulling him forward, kissing him gently. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked softly, pressing his forehead to the engineer’s.
He trembled and cursed his body and mind. Tony hated being weak in front of anyone, occasionally that included himself. He buried his face in the towel and took deep breaths as the cloth pressed to his eyes. The water was gone. He was safe and with Steve. HYDRA couldn’t hurt him and he wasn’t drowning. Tony shuddered once more time before he was pulled forward against a firm chest. “Yeah, it was,” he admitted as he rested his hands on Steve’s hips.
“I hate panic attacks. I love my shower and I’m terrified of it,” Tony breathed, curling his fingers around the towel at Steve’s waist. “No, I don’t want to talk about it.” He thumbed at the bone beneath his hand with his eyes closed and forehead up so that Steve could rest their foreheads together. “I need to distract myself, babe.”
“Tony, listen to me.” He sighed softly. “It’s going to get better. You’ll work through this like you’ve worked past every other bad thing in your life. You might not feel like it now but you are strong. Stronger than a lot of people to have made it this far with the shit you’ve gone through.” He lifted his head to press a kiss to his lover’s forhead. “I wish that you’d have a little more faith in yourself and in me to help you through it.”
When the man mentioned a distraction, Steve knew that could mean two things. Either Tony wanted to distract himself with work and hole himself up in the lab…or sex. Neither of which Steve felt was a great idea at this moment. He shook his head softly. “I don’t think I even have to ask what kind of distraction you want. Forget it. Whatever it is.” Gently, using the towel wrapped around Tony to tug him forward, he pulled the man into the bedroom and towards the bed. “Come to bed with me.” He murmured. “I’d actually like to see just how much you can resist the urge for sex.” He grinned slightly, presenting just a slight challenge.
Media Storm ||
Tony smiled, bemused at the other when Steve took the initiative to pick him up and for a moment, he allowed his legs to wrap around his lover’s waist with a slight grin. “God, you’re so damn bossy all the time. Did Fury die and leave you director or what?” There was no way that Tony was going to let the man carry him though. He still had some dignity. Somewhere…that didn’t apply in the sack though and once they made it to the bathroom he rolled his eyes. “There you go again with being bossy.”
Though he didn’t mind and it sent a chill down his spine. Sometimes, it was kind of nice to be bossed around once in awhile, especially when there was a promise of more intimate actions to come. Tony took hold of the shirt at the hem and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor carelessly. He asked JARVIS to start the shower, oh yeah, it was one of those types of showers. All technology and touch-free. “Yours too, captain.” He teased, hands moving to fumble open his belt and take down the fly. Tony had never been ashamed of his body and he wasn’t now as he let the pants and boxers drop to the floor and he stepped out of them.
“You still wouldn’t listen to me even if I had been made Director,” he grinned although he knew how to get through to him. It seemed the way Tony’s mind worked, the only way to get through was to be firm and bossy and then hold him. Which Steve liked doing and he stuck out his tongue. “I’m the Captain, of course I’m bossy, just like you are messy!” He pointed at the crumpled shirt and shook his head. “You could fold it up but no.”
He didn’t mind really, his eyes wandering over the other’s body and settling as always on his hips before back to his face. The shower sometimes worried him, asking someone to turn on the water and then worrying if they were watching even though Jarvis wasn’t real. He pulled his own shirt off, more awkward about it even though Tony had seen it all before and it wasn’t that he was ashamed of how he looked, other people loved it. He still saw the skinny kid most days. Still the moment his jeans and boxers joined Tony’s, hands when to the other’s waist and nudged him backwards under the hot spray before pulling him closer.
Once more, Tony made a face at the other man about the clothes he left crumpled on the floor. He’d never been the pristine type that would fold dirty clothes just to toss them in the basket later. What was the point? “And yet you’re still here and you still love me, so what exactly is the issue?” He took the time to let his eyes wander over his lover’s body. He was too damn perfect for words and just the faintest glimmer of insecurity passed through him. Not because he was ashamed of how he looked but just because…he thought any normal person might feel that way around Steve.
When those hands took hold of his waist and pushed him under the spray of the water, he smirked faintly. Steve usually took control and he loved that part of him. He loved it that only the soldier could make him feel so deliciously vulnerable. The contrast of hot water on cool skin caused goose bumps to rise on the surface and his own hands slid up the sculptured chest of his lover. “Can’t we skip the charity event?” He muttered. “I could think of so many better things that just involved you, me and maybe some whipped cream.” He teased before he leaned in, lips pressing heated and open-mouth kisses to the man’s chest.
“There’s no issue, I’m just surprised you can build a full working suit around all that mess,” he grinned before closing his eyes at the water. He would always prefer a shower over a bath, especially if he was on his own. More difficult to get frozen in a constant stream of water. Control came merely out of habit, with the simple things. Intimacy took more of a push but he could, mainly because he liked the whines he heard when Tony had no control over what was happening. He opened his eyes and glanced down, following the others hands with his eyes.
“You think that would be a good idea? After everything they said and then we don’t show up..oh..” He trailed off at his next words, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks at the mention of cream and his hands slid around to Tony’s lower back, fingers tracing the indent of his spine and he swallowed. “Cream? Uh.. dammit Tony..” The kisses weren’t doing anything to discourage him and he pulled the engineer closer, dipping his head to catch his mouth with his own.
There was a slight snicker from the engineer as he mouthed along the other’s chest. “No, I don’t think that it’s a good idea to skip but it’s tempting. We’ll go…” He grumbled faintly and at the question about cream he laughed softly. “Yeah…whipped cream? It’s quite fun to put it on each other’s body and then lick it off.” His voice was almost a purr as Steve’s head ducked and their lips met.
Tony wasted no time in deepening the kiss, moaning softly as his tongue licked its way into the soldier’s mouth and their tongues slid together. His fingers moved up into the man’s damp hair, tugging it lightly.