Team Fuck fill for @stevetonygames square "Superhealing"
The first time it happened Tony thought it was just a coincidence. A good fuck always made him feel great, after all.
So if he was feeling a bit stronger, with less aches and pains than he was used to, the day after he and Steve had sex for the first time, well. He just put it down to his good mood.
But a few days later he gave Steve a blow job, and while Steve was drifting in a hazy afterglow Tony looked down at his hand and he frowned. That was weird.
Just that morning he’d been a little careless with a soldering iron and he’d burnt his left hand. It had been red and sore, and he knew it would leave a mark behind but that didn’t really bother him. He’d made sure to use only his right hand on Steve to avoid aggravating his left.
But now as he looked down where the mark should be, there was nothing. He rubbed his thumb over the smooth patch of skin. Smooth like Steve’s skin when he got cut or bruised or stabbed, even. Before you knew it, time depending on the severity, it just disappeared.
Tony’s eyes shot to Steve, in a relaxed sprawl on the couch. No way. Superhealing sperm? That was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Surely someone would know if that was a thing. They’d tested Steve for all sorts of things, right? Maybe they hadn’t tested for that, though.
What about when Steve had sex previously? Hmm, how often did Steve even have sex? He was always very cagey around such subjects. Tony was still pretty shocked he was so willing to fuck around with him. Not that he was complaining.
Steve blinked a couple of times, focusing intently on Tony kneeling in front of him. “Come here,” he grinned boyishly. “Let me return the favour.”
Shaking off his wayward thoughts, Tony scrambled onto Steve’s lap and kissed the hell out of him while Steve’s hands roamed. Figuring this out could wait, Steve bringing him to a delicious climax could not. He had his priorities in order.
The next time Tony decided to perform a little test. The whole idea still seemed fairly ridiculous to him, but he had to experiment a little. For science.
They were heading off on a mission in an hour to take down an enemy base, and intel said they had a lot of fire power. Chances were high that Tony would take some blows. So he decided to load up before they went. Just in case.
Seducing Steve into his bed was easy. It made Tony wonder if Steve really hadn’t been getting any, because the somewhat uptight man was wonderfully eager. Also very bashful about coming more often than Tony, but he made sure to reassure him.
“Shh, baby. I love your come. I want more of it.” That was the beauty of Steve’s superhealing, a fast refractory period. In the end he got five orgasms out of Steve, and yes he was pretty proud of that.
Tony wiped off excess stickiness, but refused Steve’s offer of a shower. Then they were off on their mission and Tony did indeed take a bit of a beating.
Nothing he normally wouldn't have gritted his teeth and pushed through, but that didn’t feel remotely necessary. He simply shrugged off every blow. They hurt, yes. But they didn’t slow him down or distract him like they should.
Post mission Tony stripped down and eyed his body in a floor length mirror. Every inch was unblemished. No bruises, no scrapes, no cuts. He looked and felt fine.
What the fuck. Steve’s superdick had magic healing powers. He wondered what he should do with that information? Send out a memo? Yeah, no.
He should maybe tell Steve, but that would be awkward as hell. What if Steve revoked his superdick privileges? Couldn’t have that. And not because of the superhealing, either. Tony could deal with some scrapes and bruises. But he’d really miss fucking Steve.
Hmm. Something to think on.
But then they got called out to a mission, and Tony didn’t have any superhealing sperm in his system. He’d noted that the effects only lasted a couple hours.
It should’ve been fine. He knew better than to be reliant on this quirk to protect him in every situation. He was Iron Man. If he couldn’t take the hits and defend himself he wouldn’t be out there.
Unfortunately he hadn’t been counting on Dr. Doom disabling his suit and catching him without backup. He’d had to single-handedly fight off countless doom bots while the real Doom made his getaway. Eventually Steve and Thor found him, taking care of the doom bots in quick succession.
Back at the tower Tony was checked over by a doctor, and deemed battered and bloody, but not in need of emergent care. He just needed lots of bed rest until he healed.
Steve, Natasha, Thor, Clint and Bruce all crowded around Tony’s bed, looking on with concern.
Tony groaned. He usually wasn’t one to complain, more one to pretend he was fine. But it really fucking hurt. And he wasn’t looking forward to copious amounts of bedrest. Not that his worried teammates would let him get away with anything less.
“What do you need, Tony?” Steve asked, placing a gentle hand on Tony’s shoulder. Their eyes met, and the concern he found in Steve’s eyes undid him.
The reaction was instantaneous. From everyone. Exclamations, laughter, awkward coughs. Oh right. They were all still here. He’d forgotten for a minute.
Steve’s face flamed. “Tony, I don’t think that’s a good idea right now–”
“It’s a great idea, actually.” Tony mumbled. “It’ll make me feel waaaaaay better. That’s what you want isn't it?”
“I don’t understand.” Steve frowned. “In your current state–”
“You have magic sperm. Not that I believe in magic, I’m sure there’s science behind it. Biology isn’t really my thing, but maybe if you gave some to Bruce he could–”
“Yeah?” Tony grinned up at Steve, who could not look anymore embarrassed if he tried. Oops.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Your superhealing transfers. Through your superdick. It’s happened every time we’ve fu–”
“I get it.” Steve interrupted quickly.
“Maybe we should leave you two alone.” Natasha said.
“Why?” Clint complained. “It’s just getting interesting.”
“Come on.” Natasha insisted, dragging Clint out of the room, followed by Thor and Bruce. An awkward silence was left in their wake.
“Sorry bout that. Not very low-key.”
Steve’s brows furrowed. “I never said I wanted that. I’m not ashamed of… us.” Huh. That’s what you got for making assumptions. “That doesn’t mean I need you telling our teammates all the details.” He said pointedly.
“So this will really help you?” Steve asked.
“Is this what all those orgasms was about the other day?”
“I had to test my hypothesis.” Tony smiled shamelessly. “But it was fun too, right?”
Steve chuckled. “Yes. It was.” He looked over Tony with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ll have to be still, let me do all the work. I’ll be gentle.” Nodding decisively, Steve started efficiently stripping his uniform.
Tony decided to follow Steve’s directive and enjoyed the show. His everything was aching, but the expanses of muscled skin being revealed made a good distraction.
When he was naked, Steve climbed onto the bed, pulled the covers off Tony’s body and placed his hands on Tony’s hips. He frowned at the close up view of all the damage that had been done. Tony thought he might be having second thoughts, but instead he started placing the gentlest of kisses over each and every mark.
“I’m so sorry you’re hurt,” he whispered against Tony’s skin.
“I should’ve been there.”
“You didn’t know. You got there as fast as you could.”
Steve shook his head, and Tony knew he disagreed. He didn’t want him to blame himself, but if this was how Steve needed to make amends? He was okay with that.
Steve carefully pulled down Tony’s briefs. He continued kissing all over his thighs, then along his cock. More firmly than his earlier kisses, thank fuck that area of his body was unscathed.
Steve’s tongue came out to play, laving over Tony. He groaned, throwing his head back and lifting his pelvis towards Steve’s warm mouth.
Steve’s mouth lifted abruptly and he glared at Tony, placing gentle yet firm hands against Tony’s hips. “Stay. Still.”
Steve happily went back to what he was doing, taking his dick into his mouth and sucking. Soon he added lube slicked fingers to the mix, stretching Tony with infinite patience.
Usually Tony would’ve gotten frustrated at this point, demanding Steve just fuck him already. He held his tongue. Maybe it was just the fact that he was hurt, but this actually felt kind of nice.
So far all their encounters had fallen under the quick and dirty category, which Tony did not take issue with remotely, but they’d never just taken their time with each other.
Having all of Steve’s attention, not just pleasing him but taking care of him felt really, really good.
When Steve decided Tony was ready, he held himself above Tony, palms resting on the bed on either side of him.
“Permission to move?” Tony asked cheekily, glancing down at Steve’s heavy cock.
Steve nodded. Tony placed his dick at his entrance, and Steve slid inside him in a movement made smoother by all of the prep.
Their eyes locked, their bodies stilled, and for one infinite moment they just connected. Tony felt vulnerable in a way he hadn’t felt with Steve so far. He’d been treating it all as just a bit of fun, a friends with benefits kind of thing.
But right now, as Steve began pulling out and sliding back in with careful, deep thrusts– maintaining eye contact as he did– they felt a million miles away from anything so casual.
“You’re okay.” Steve pressed kisses all over Tony’s face, on his cheeks, chin, eyes, nose.
“What the fuck is happening.” He muttered, squeezing his eyes against the tears that threatened to spill. He opened his eyes when Steve cupped his cheek with his hand, and leaned in to brush his lips softly against Tony’s.
“I’m making love to you.”
“That’s not very casual.” Tony mumbled.
“Yeah, well, maybe I don’t want that either. Do you?”
Tony shook his head. It scared him, releasing the valve on all the feelings he had for Steve. Like they were too much. Too big to let out. But it felt right. Nothing had ever felt this right in his life.
Steve adjusted his position, dropping his hand back to the bed, and when he shoved back inside he slammed against Tony’s prostate.
“Yes. Fuck! Right fucking there!” He gasped. He writhed. It hurt, fuck did it hurt. But he was so lost in pleasure that the pain twisted with the pleasure into agonising sensation and he couldn’t tell pain from pleasure.
Steve seemed equally lost. Groaning, grunting, whispering filthily in Tony’s ear how tight he was, how good he felt. “Come for me sweetheart. I need you to come. Then I can come in you.”
Yes. Tony didn’t just need that. He wanted it. He loved the evidence of Steve’s pleasure marking him, dripping out of him. He shuddered, tensed, electricity travelling down his spine and into his balls. Steve’s silky smooth hand slid down his dick, gripping him tightly and throwing him over the edge. He came, thick stripes shooting over his chest, hole clenching around Steve’s pumping cock.
Steve thrust, moaned, and then he was coming too. Jerking back and forth until he was finished and the sensations became too much. He held still, watching Tony for a moment, before he pulled out and collapsed at his side.
They lost themselves to breathing and blissful afterglow for several minutes. “How are you feeling?” Steve asked eventually.
“Great,” Tony answered immediately. “That was fantastic.”
“Oh, my aches and pains.” He looked down at his body, and watched as the lightest marks disappeared before his eyes.
“Holy shit.” Steve said, shocked. “Honestly, I kinda thought it might’ve just been a line to get me to fuck you.”
Tony burst out laughing. “And yet you agreed?”
Steve blushed. “I’ve made no secret of how much I want you Tony. And after today I needed to be close to you. To know that you were okay. If there was even a chance I could make you feel better, regardless of how… hell yeah I was gonna do it.”
“Well, as you can see, I’m feeling much better already. Magic sperm.”
Steve tried to frown, but it was ruined by his twitching lips. “Can we stop calling it that?”
Steve sighed, wrapping his arm around Tony’s shoulder and pulling him against him. “I’m just glad it’s helping.”
“Mm, me too. I was not looking forward to healing this the slow way. You’re gonna have to fuck me very regularly, just to keep me safe.”
“I think I can manage that,” Steve chuckled.
“Yeah.” Steve leaned forward and once more captured Tony’s lips.
