impcssiblejack:
Temptation, a desire to do something, especially something wrong or unwise. A well-known Avenger was a living and breathing definition of this and once, a surge of tantalizing satisfaction spur from the collision of their hips; insinuating, raw sexuality. The Captain opened his mouth to gasp. Only, imposing flush and bruised petals along the nape of the engineer’s neck, instead. A wicked cause and effect. Eventually, Jack pulled away with an arched brow and a knowing smile. “You have no idea.” Noting the way that Tony looked at him. Jack took the opportunity to tower over the other man, slightly, distracted by the vibrant colored tie with a sharp yank. “Want to take this party, elsewhere or…”
He licked his lips, “Rain check?”
they could spent all evening there but they wouldn’t get to where they wanted to be. getting back to the penthouse sounded like a damn good idea right now. there was more than enough alcohol his system and nowhere near enough privacy to take this where he wanted to.
“we’re taking this elsewhere.”
grabbing hold of jack’s hand, tony wasted no more time tugging him towards the door and out of the bar finally. “we’re going to my place. sound good to you?”
It rushed forth like a tidal wave; mirth flowed from his parted lips. Immersed, in the receding warmth of alcohol in his chest before being overcome with the whimsy of desire for the man that edged them away from the bar. 'We're taking this elsewhere,' Tony's words barely glossed over the roaring winds that made the trees dance in a trance underneath the night's sky. Jack squeezed the engineer's hand, reassuringly. Illustrating how interested he was before spilling his thoughts: "If we make it there." His tone opposed his seducer's proposal. "Tony," beckoned the captain above the sound of his steel-capped boots rousing a minuscule assortment of dirt and gravel. "Come here," Jack rooted himself in tow of his range rover; allowing his kryptonite to walk ahead enough to only snap his Achilles heel back into his embrace. It is when he showed his defiance with an uncompromising grip on his partner's shoulder; pushing up against his victim until the company car fidgets in response. The unruly space cowboy merely flashed a smile as he eluded Tony's line of vision; only the hurried shrills of a belt buckle and a zipper cued in his prey on what was happening. In the anticipation of lingering the thriving heat of his tongue over the engorged sex hidden from his grasp in a pool of saliva. "...I can't wait." @ironprince
