Tony can't help himself but notice that, he'is Oh-my-God so damn naked. No shirt. No pants. Even no socks, nothing at all - Not to mention the fact, that, well, there's nothing to cover his limbs either.
The thing is... The Captain is not worried.
He's still at his place, sitting on his chair, smiling, the lights from the window shining, reflecting on his shoulders, his chest, every single, smallest detail of his torso, his belly, his...
The Captain did say nothing. But still, the genius ears his voice as a warm, warm echo in his head. He almost feel the touch of his lips on the right temple.
"I see you." he answers "And you're naked."
"And do you like seeing me that naked?"
"Yes." he nodds and when he does, Tony feels Steve's mouth leaving, replaced by his fingers. The fingertips presses on both his temples, pushing gently, tracing a little, circular movement.
The genius nodds again and finds himself giving in, letting Steve's hands moving him up and down, back and forth, the fingertips pressing and tracing spirals on his skin.
The pressure on the temples is so warm, the bubbling movement so lulling, up and down, back and forth, that the eyelids start flickering as the eyes begin to slowly rolling up at every up and every down and left to right and back and forth.
"I'll let you see more, Tony." Steve whispers "Because you're such a goid subject. You're such a good boy."
"Good." he repeats "Good."
"Yes, Tony, yes you are. And you're so good that I want show you how beautiful you're are right now. So-" he says "I want you to open your eyes and look at the mirror in front of you."
Where just a couple of minutes before - Or there were hours? - they started to talk about hypnosis and mind control, right where Steve was sitting, there's a mirror.
A rectangular-shape one, leaning on the back of the chair, big enough to let Tony sees himself - And Steve just behind him.
As he dreamed, he took off his shirt, even though he kept his trousers on - And just under the belly there's a big, pulsing sign of how he's enjoying the situation.
"Look at you." Steve whispers on his ear, still pressing and moving slowly his head "Tell me what you see."
"I see myself." Tony answers, his voice coming so soft, vacant, distant "I see myself as you lull me."
"Go on. How do you see yourself?"
"Look closely. Don't you think you're even a little heavy?"
Tony struggles a few seconds in order to see something through the dizziness.
"Yes." he agrees "I am tired and heavy."
"You're in fact tired and heavy." Steve says "See how heavy your shoulders are, Tony."
"Yes. My shoulders are so heavy."
"I see my shoulders growing heavier. I see my shoulders growing so heavier they can't stay still, they're falling down. Down. Down."
"Look at yourself. Are you going down too?"
Stark blinks once, twice.
He sees his chest, going up, going down, at each and any breath, one breath deeper than the one before it, deeper and deeper, heavier and heavier.
He sees his neck, so heavy at the point is bubbling up and down, left to right, back and forth, while Steve's hands arr guiding it back and forth, left to right, up and down.
He sees his mouth, so relaxed, so tired, so heavy, gently opend, loose and limp, heavier and heavier.
He sees hys eyelids blinking more and more, flickering, fluttering, his eyes rolling up, and then down, his eyelids heavier and heavier, at each and any blink, heavier and heavier, deeper and deeper.
"Do you see yourself going deeper and deeper, Tony?"
"Yes. I see myself going deeper and deeper."
"Do you see yourself becoming heavier and heavier?"
"Yes. I see myself becoming heavier and heavier. "
Steve stops lulling his head.
"Now. Staring at yourself at the mirror, Tony, and put yourself to sleep repeating this mantra over and over again:"I am going deeper and deeper."
"I am going deeper and deeper."
"I am going heavier and heavier."
"I am going heavier and heavier."
"Good, Tony. You're doing so well." Steve strokes his hair "Now, start repeating your mantra."
Tony nods, even though it's just so difficult find the strenght to do as told. He feels so heavy. Deep.
But a the same time, he wanna be compliant. Obedient. Submissive.
So he rises his head, his sleepy sleepy eyes fixed on the sleepy sleepy eyes reflected in the nirror.
"I am going deeper and deeper. I am going heavier and heavier. I am going deeper and deeper. I am going heavier and heavier."
And as he keeps on repeating, going deep, going heavy, he does not notice how Steve kneels between his legs, spreads them and then opens his trousers.
He's so deep he's almost not aware how warm Steve's hands are around his cock, as he starts to stroking it.
As he grows deeper and heavier and sleepier, Tony grows hot and aroused, at the point even though is sure about repeating the mantra, his voice has just turned in to moans.
"You're deeply hypnotized." Steve's tongue on his cock "You're deeply hypnotized"
"I am deeply hypnotized." he repeats, gasping in feeling how incredibily hot is the captain's lips and mouth and throat.
"I am deeply - - - I am deeply hypno-otized."
He's about to cum, when Steve leaves his cock and suddendly, rapidly snaps his fingers.
Stark moans, falling back on his chair, the eyes just a flat, white line through the eyelashes.
Steve point a finger on his forehead, while licking his own lips.
"Not thar fast, Tony. That's just the beginning."
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