Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday Morning

[imafuturist]

Well, that'd been an interesting end of the week.

Or something.

Tony was somehow still cleaning up after the party, frowning at the disturbing collection of chip flavors leftover from it.

"Maybe Kitty would like them?" he muttered to himself. Pregnant women were supposed to have odd cravings, right?

[for that fella!]

Comments

[heroic_jawline]

Steve groaned. "Sounds terrible for me."

[imafuturist]

"You'll just have to keep me occupied then," Tony said. He pressed his back against the wall in order to be able to roll his hips back against Steve. "Won't you?"

[heroic_jawline]

"I'll see what I can think of," Steve said, pulling Tony's legs tighter around him for a little more friction.

[imafuturist]

Tony groaned, letting his eyes close and head thump back against the wall as he tugged on Steve's hair. "I'm all ears, sweetheart."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's hand went down between Tony's legs and squeezed. "I can suck you off until you beg for...other things--"

He still couldn't say it.

[imafuturist]

Did it help that Tony had no such reservations?

"For you to fuck me?" he asked, flushed and breathy. "Split me open on your dick?"

[heroic_jawline]

It...really did, actually. Meant Steve didn't have to embarrass himself.

"Just like that," he murmured, sucking a bruise into Tony's neck, high enough that a shirt wouldn't hide it. His Tony.

[imafuturist]

Tony groaned at that, clutching at Steve's shoulders and neck to get him closer, to get more of that. "All yours, darling. All yours."

[heroic_jawline]

"Making sure everyone knows it," Steve said, then sucked again at the same spot.

[imafuturist]

"There's that possessiveness," Tony murmured with a little grin.

[heroic_jawline]

"You really do love that," Steve said with a last nip before put a little bit of oomph into it and lifting Tony so that his legs could go over Steve's shoulders.

Show-off.

[imafuturist]

Massive show-off.

"I wouldn't lie about enjoying something you do so well," Tony gasped.

[heroic_jawline]

"Take what's mine?" Steve said with a tiny smile, reaching up with one hand to undo Tony's pants and resting Tony's weight against the wall.

Then he was a little, ahem, busy to talk.

[imafuturist]

Tony's head hit the wall and he dug a heel into Steve's back as he groaned loudly. "You--"

He had a lot to say about this, but was finding it just a little difficult to get there.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve glanced up at him from beneath his eyelashes and deliberately swirled his tongue.

[imafuturist]

If that was meant to help Tony talk, it failed miserably. Because all that came out was desperate sounding little whine as Tony fisted his hands in Steve's hair and wriggled as much as he could manage in that position.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned and moved even faster. He loved getting Tony to make those noises.

[imafuturist]

"Fuck, Steve," he gasped. "I'm not gonna--"

He was about five seconds away from coming at this rate. Which wasn't fair at all.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moved his head off with an obscene noise. "Bed?" he suggested, voice raspy.

[imafuturist]

"Bed," Tony hissed, wriggling in place. "Let me down. I need to--"

Kiss the hell out of Steve and get his hands all over him, but that sounded too desperate, didn't it?

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gently untangled them and brought Tony back down onto the floor.

[imafuturist]

And was promptly attacked with an aggressive kiss, twisting them around so he could pin Steve against the wall and cupping him through his pants. "You need to fuck me," he said only breaking the kiss long enough for that and to bite hard at Steve's neck.

[heroic_jawline]

"Working on it," Steve moaned, smacking his head back against the wall. "God, Tony--"

[imafuturist]

Tony kissed him again, using both hands to unfasten his pants so he could get his hands inside them because Steve as a reward for all that enthusiasm. "Your mouth, sweetheart," he murmured.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve whimpered. "Like making you happy--"