imafuturist | Washington D.C., Memorial Day

"You better believe next time," he said, shifting in place to grind down against Steve's crotch to grant them both the friction they needed right now. "You'll look so gorgeous for me, darling. You're irresistible and we've only just started."

"Just started?" Steve said, sounding breathless as he rocked up against Tony. Friction, yes please.

"I have so many things I want to do to you," Tony said, biting and then licking him again, dragging his thumbnail over the other nipple at the same time. "I wanted to eat you out until you begged me to fuck you, but now I want to see if we can get you off doing this."

Steve moaned. "Oh God. Is that possible?"

Tony reached down between them, gentle circling his hand around Steve through the fabric of those pants. "I think you can," he said softly, nipping at Steve's collarbone.

Steve wanted very, very much to prove Tony right. His hand flailed along Tony's back, trying to reciprocate at least a little of the pleasure Tony was bringing him.

"You can," Tony said with a low groan as he let go of Steve's dick in order to rock his hips into him, getting very close to a point where he might come in his pants like a teenager.

He went back to work, pinching and biting each nipple in turn before licking the abused skin to soothe it, only to repeat it once more.

Steve started moving his head fretfully against the pillow as the sensations built. God, it felt so good. He began murmuring Tony's name, rocking insistently against him as he got closer and closer.

These were going to be extremely messy sweatpants in a moment.

That might have been the goal for Tony. Because he could be a ruthless tease when placed in charge of driving Steve out of his mind.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he whispered, biting down a little harder still.

Steve cried out and came, arching up into Tony's mouth.

Tony made an answering sound that was both breathless and absolutely delighted by this turn of events. Like Steve had managed to combine Christmas morning with his birthday all into one amazing event. "Steve."

And with this sort of response, Tony wasn't too far off from coming in his pants too as he kissed Steve gently and rolled his hips into him just a few times more.

Steve kissed him back, sliding his fingers through Tony's hair and keeping him close. "Love you."

"You," Tony started to say, but had to keep kissing him instead of finishing the thought right away. "You are amazing. Perfect. God, Steve..."

Steve shivered at the praise, kissing Tony back hard.

That was something Tony had no problem with as he nearly climbed Steve in his eagerness to return the kiss hands running through his hair repeatedly.

"You did so good," he said in a low, rumbling voice as he remembered his goal again.

Steve closed his eyes and just let himself drift in the wash of good feelings Tony's voice was evoking.

"My best fella," he said, kissing a little trail down Steve's throat as he scooted back to pull Steve's sweats down off his hips. "You never fail to impress me, darling."

Steve tilted his head to give Tony more space to kiss him and let himself drift, entirely trusting Tony to take care of him.

"How are we?" he asked, keeping his hands on Steve's skin to keep in contact with him the entire time, fingers trailing gently over his hips and thighs. "I need to hear you, babe."

"Mmmmm," Steve said. "Good. So, so good."

Tony pressed a smile into Steve's hip as he moved down on the bed to wriggled out of his own now damp pants.

"Perfect," he said, letting how happy that made him echo through the word in case Steve doubted how much he liked to take care of him. "That's my fella."

That tone made Steve relax even further. There was a part of his brain that always wanted to check on Tony.

"All yours," he agreed softly.

Tony smiled again, biting Steve's hip to cover up how happy that made him. "Can you roll over for me, sweetheart?" he asked, blindly reaching up to snag a pillow.

Steve shivered in happy anticipation and rolled over. "Mmm, please."

Tony pushes the pillow under his hips, kissing the small of Steve's back as he did so.

"I love how great you look like this," he muttered, cupping Steve's ass with his hands to squeeze gently.

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