based on this art by @thirstinart (which is so good everyone go check it out)
Steve walks backwards until he hits the wall, skin flushing red at the way Tony is looking at him
“Hands above your head,” Tony murmers, and Steve instinctively raises them; shivering when Tony’s fingers ghost the skin under his tank
He wedges his knee in between Steve’s thighs, pressing up so that he brushes against Steve’s hard dick - and Steve can’t help himself, he cants his hips; desperately seeking friction
Tony’s fingers tighten around his waist, not tight enough to bruise, but tight enough to remind Steve to stay still; and Steve goes lax against the wall
He grips the sides of Steve’s tank-top and pulls it up with one hand, while another snakes around his naked back and pulls Steve flush against Tony’s front
They’re impossibly close yet so very far, Steve can feel Tony’s breath tickling his lips and yet he can’t bring them together
“Tony,” he begs in a breathy whisper, unsure of what he wants but keenly aware that he need more
“Stand down Captain,” Tony says with a smirk, the hand around Steve’s waist moving lower and under the waistband of his shorts so that Tony can dig his fingers into the curve of Steve’s ass, “all in good time”
Steve wants to protest, but then Tony crosses that last inch and presses their lips together, and he loses all train of thought and focusing on the singular contact of Tony licking into his mouth
