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After saving the captain's ass during a small mission, and the mission ending up being a success, he accepted the man's invitation for a drink. Everything started normal, talking first about the mission, then about his great performance, and Tommy didn't miss the opportunity to tell the man how good his ass looked in that suit, flirting, and everything escalated to this point. They were in Steve's room, both completely naked, their bodies glistening faintly from the layer of sweat that covered them, with Steve riding his huge cock like there was no tomorrow.
Never in his wildest dreams did the boy think the day would come when he would have the great Captain America riding back and forth on his cock. Tommy grunted and groaned loudly, those tight walls squeezing his length in an exquisite way as he gazed into the man's eyes. “Fuck. I never thought 'America's ass' would feel so fucking incredible and tight,” he commented, smiling as he kept his hands on the other hero's hips.
Steve might have bitten off more he could chew, escorting the Young Avengers on their first official mission, but the kids turned out alright. Very green, but the potential was there. He was particularly impressed with Speed; his alias couldn't have been more apt, really coming in clutch to save him from a real ass-whooping at one point on the field.
And now his ass was getting another whooping, but of the enjoyable variety. Ever since coming here, Steve felt more... bold. Willing to indulge himself. It seemed like every superhero of this universe had an interest in men, and with the state of things, was it really so bad if they mingled?
"I don't do this a lot, so you benefit now," Steve chuckles, grunting as Tommy's (surprisingly) thick cock splits him open, riding him with the enthusiasm of a much younger man. "You like that, soldier? Captain America's tight ass on your cock...?"
