Sentient armor III
oh you picked a good one for you, dora. i think you will appreciate this a lot for what it is:
a 3490 take with poly steve subbing for some buff peeps, navigating his own complex attraction matrix to folks including trans tony, bernie, sam, sharon and yes, the armor. 😈
She looks at him for a second longer, sharp as a weight upon his skin, tingling his nerves to attention. Her eyes flicker down to his throat again and he sees her hand clenching and releasing in his peripheral vision. She’s thinking of choking him. His face starts growing warm. My dom, he thinks, and knows the thought is across his face when Tony’s lips quirk in a sharp grin. The tension, the knowledge of each other hangs between them for a moment before Tony squares her shoulders and turns away. Steve holds back a sigh and draws his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them. Hands locked on his own wrists, he starts again, “Tony — “ “I’m stealing one of your shirts,” Tony cuts him off, holding up her own shirt. One of the arms is still wet from Steve’s spit. “Someone messed this one up.” You shoved it in my mouth, Steve wants to say, not like a recrimination, but like a thank you, like a plea. “Okay,” he says instead, trying and failing to ignore how hoarse his voice is. “I like you in my shirts,” he says, belatedly. “I know,” Tony says and leans over the bed to kiss him.
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