A Private Villa That Totally Cost Too Much, Amalfi Coast, Italy - Sunday Morning

[imafuturist]

Tony had promised to go all out for Steve's birthday and goddamnit, he was doing just what he promised.

He'd probably have to get JARVIS to not spill how much it cost, though. Yeah, that was going on the list.

But it was more than worth the view, watching the sun rise with a cup of coffee while Steve finished up his usual morning marathon.

[for the guy and the slowest of play]

Comments

[imafuturist]

"Don't you dare." Cruel, awful man!

[heroic_jawline]

Steve leaned in and kissed Tony's torso. "Which one do you want to choose?"

[imafuturist]

"Your mouth," Tony said, shivering beneath him. "C'mon."

[heroic_jawline]

"You can count out the thirty," Steve said oh-so-benevolently, moving his mouth down.

[imafuturist]

"You sure you can trust me with that?" Tony asked, closing his eyes and gasping helplessly at the feeling of him.

[heroic_jawline]

"Mmm-hm," Steve hummed.

[imafuturist]

That was so kind of him! Because, personally, Tony didn't trust himself with to keep count when Steve did things like that.

He mumbled out a count, barely able to concentrate on it as he arched his back to encourage him to take more.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve went about his task like he was determined to suck Tony's brain out straight through his dick, especiallyl if Tony's count was a little...sporadic.

[imafuturist]

Sporadic and full of both curses and Steve's name being said in a variety of different ways. Mostly desperate.

He turned his head to the side, muffling what he could against his arm. That poor, poor headboard was getting put through the wringer at this rate.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hummed smugly and kept moving.

[imafuturist]

Because Steve was a jerk.

A jerk who was going to finally be the person to kill Tony Stark as he whimpered, muscles going tense as he came. The whimper very well may have been Steve's name, but it was pretty hard to tell.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve sucked him all the way through it, then moved his head away and smiled softly. "Better?"

[imafuturist]

If he honestly expected a response that wasn't an incoherent whine, he was in for some disappointment.

Because someone went and melted Tony's brain.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moved back up Tony's body to give him a thorough kissing.

[imafuturist]

Tony let go of the headboard to wrap both arms around him, making a little sound as he tasted himself in that kiss. "God damn, I love you."

[heroic_jawline]

"I love you too," Steve said, sliding his hands up along Tony's inner thighs.

[imafuturist]

He inhaled sharply at that, biting at Steve's bottom lip. "You are an awful tease."

[heroic_jawline]

"I just got you off not two minutes ago," Steve complained.

[imafuturist]

"And now you're going to fuck me until I beg," Tony replied like it was such a great hardship. He fake pouted before getting his footing again to flip them and pin Steve against the bed.

[heroic_jawline]

"Poor, poor you," Steve said, grinning up at him.

[imafuturist]

"Abuse is what it is," Tony said, smirking as he shifted to perch over Steve's hips. Yes, he was so abused as he reached back to take Steve in hand to slowly jerk off.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hissed. "I'm feeling horribly abused, or something--"

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed in complete agreement, shifting again to move back enough to position himself in the right spot to take him. He let out a shaky breath at the feel of it, going slow either to torment Steve or to let himself adjust.

It was both, really.

[heroic_jawline]

"Feeling a bit of the burn still?" Steve moaned.

[imafuturist]

"Darling," he gasped, dragging his nails down Steve's chest and stomach and he let gravity pull him down slowly. "You feel amazing. Everytime."