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[oluka]

It’s sad Tony hours

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-ˋˏ ✩ ｡ ✧ Happy birthday B r i e   L a r s o n  ✧ ｡ ✩ ˎˊ-

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enough to take your oxygen away (steve/tony, face sitting)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, explicit, 800+ words of Tony sitting on Steve’s face ohoho | on ao3

day 8 of kinktober: face sitting | my kinktober fics

***

When Tony asked Steve if there was something new he’d like to try in bed, he was expecting something vanilla-kinky, like a position from the kama sutra or a fun flavored lube. Tony then expected them to continue making out on their bed, and then for them to have spectacular sex, as usual, the conversation tabled for another time, promising something moderately exciting.

He certainly wasn’t expecting Steve to bite his lip, slide his gaze away from Tony’s, and mumble under his breath, “I want you to sit on my face.”

Tony chokes on air, and Steve thumps him on the back a few times as Tony regains his composure. 

“Pardon me?” he asks, because never in his life did he expect to hear that string of words come out of Steve’s mouth.

There’s a soft blush on Steve’s cheeks, and he chews on his lip some more before asking, “Please sit on my face?”

“Who—how—” Tony cradles his head in his hands, feeling like it might explode at any moment. “Oh my god.”

Steve huffs out a laugh and pulls Tony into his arms, kissing his neck softly. It’s undercut by his erection pressing against Tony’s hip. 

“Please,” Steve murmurs, in between kisses. His hand slides slowly up Tony’s thigh to rest on Tony’s waist.

Tony folds almost immediately. “You’re sure?” he asks as he pushes Steve down onto his back.

“Yes,” Steve says, smiling like it’s Christmas morning. “Yes, please.”

Tony swings a leg over Steve’s slim hips, straddling him. He feels a bit faint with a mix of arousal and alarm.

“You’re really, really sure,” he says a bit breathlessly, and he gasps when Steve places both of his large hands on his ass.

“Please,” Steve urges him. “I want to taste you,” he says, a light dusting of pink blooming on his cheeks. “I want…” Steve bites his lip again and smiles shyly.

“I just really love your ass,” he says, and it shouldn’t be possible, for anyone to look so earnest as they squeeze someone else’s ass, but that’s Steve Rogers for you. 

Tony laughs a little nervously and begins moving up Steve’s body, spreading his legs a little wider to accommodate the width of Steve’s chest.

Steve watches him, mouth slightly parted, and he stops Tony, shifts a little, and opens his mouth wider. “I want to suck you off first,” he says, voice rough with desire.

“Oh,” Tony says softly. “Fuck.” He shimmies his hips forward and Steve’s eyes flutter shut as Tony puts his cock in his mouth.

Tony breathes in through his nose, trying to maintain a modicum of control over himself as Steve moans around his cock, using his hands on Tony’s ass to push him deeper and deeper in. 

After a few shallow thrusts into Steve’s mouth, Steve moves his hands to Tony’s hips to pull Tony out.

“Come on,” he says, licking his lips. Tony subconsciously mirrors the action, and then comes to; he lifts his knees and adjusts so he’s right on top of Steve’s face.

Steve’s grip on Tony’s hip tightens, and Tony lets himself be pulled down.

A startled cry escapes Tony’s lips as Steve flicks his tongue against his hole, and Steve keeps his hands on Tony’s hips, holding him in place, as he licks, over and over.

Tony’s moans are soft, at first, until he can’t control his mouth anymore, can’t stop the string of curses falling from his lips, urging Steve on, saying things like: “that feels so good, that feels so fucking good.” Tony slams his hands against the headboard, no longer able to hold himself up as Steve delves his tongue inside, and Tony nearly folds over as Steve begins pushing his hips forward and back, rocking Tony’s ass against him.

Tony tries, he tries to be useful, reaches behind him to tweak Steve’s nipple, tries to be a bit flexible to reach even further to grip Steve’s cock, maybe, but Steve’s isn’t having it; each time Tony tries, Steve bats his hands away.

At one point, Tony opens his eyes (which had fallen shut on their own accord) and glances down at Steve.

Steve, feeling Tony’s gaze, looks up at Tony and Tony’s cock twitches at the sight.

“Wow,” Tony says, a little breathlessly, and he can tell that Steve’s smiling, even if he can’t see his mouth.

Steve moves his hand from Tony’s hip to grip the base of Tony’s cock, and Tony’s chokes out a moan, and he doesn’t mean to keep moaning but he can’t stop , either, moaning and groaning and tugging at Steve’s hair as Steve does the absolutely impossible thing of licking his hole as he jacks Tony off and Tony’s pretty sure he’s died and gone to heaven, he doesn’t know what he’s ever done in his life to deserve this insane ecstasy, but here he is and—

Tony’s thighs shake with effort as he tries to lift himself up off Steve, but Steve’s isn’t having it, one hand steadfast against Tony’s hip, holding him down.

“Steve,” Tony whines, “Steve I’m—”

Steve lets him go then, but only a little, just far enough that he’s still pumping Tony’s cock and his lips are darkened and wet with spit, and he’s smiling up at Tony when he says, “come on my face, Tony.”

[undomielle]

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I'd put you first, just close your eyes and dream about it (steve/tony, dirty talk)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, explicit, 1.1k words of phone sex and dirty talk | part one! | on ao3

kinktober day 2: dirty talk

***

Steve clears his throat.

"You okay, babe?"

"Yes," Steve breathes out. He feels dizzy with desire. "Tony, I want you here," he says.

"Just in a few more days," Tony says soothingly. "Now where were we?"

Steve covers his face with his hand, embarrassed. He still can't really believe that they're doing this, talking to each other this way over the phone - it was fine when they were together, but this just makes Steve feel self-conscious because of how unnatural it is. 

"You were telling me to touch myself," he says, voice muffled by his palm. 

Tony hums in response. "You still up for this? We don't have to if you're not comfortable, okay?"

"I know." Steve says, and tries to keep the petulance from his voice. "I want to, but I'm just not good at this," he admits.

"Practice makes perfect," Tony says softly. "How do you feel?”

“Hot,” Steve says. “Like, literally,” he adds, correcting himself. 

Tony laughs on the other line. “Do you like it when I talk dirty?”

“Yes,” Steve mumbles.

“Baby,” Tony says. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s such a turn on to know you like it when I talk like that.”

Steve briefly forgets that they’re on the phone and nods in response, then catches himself. “Okay,” he says.

“I’m getting hard at the thought of you lying on our bed, naked, touching yourself,” Tony murmurs. “Spread wide open for me, your big hands stroking up your thick thighs. I’m thinking of how good it would feel to lick you all over, worship every part of you—” Tony’s breath hitches. “Steve?”

“Yes?” Steve answers, a little dazed from the images Tony describing.

“Permission to take off my pants?”

Steve moans. “Oh, Tony. Yes. Please, I want you naked.”

“Christ,” Tony says. “I should make that my ringtone.”

The praise emboldens Steve a little, so he asks, "are you hard for me, Tony?"

Tony groans, "fucking hell," he mumbles, and it sounds like he's struggling with removing his clothes. 

It makes Steve feel good, knowing that he's flustered Tony, even if only a little.

"Yes, naked now, and impatient," Tony says in a rush. 

"Tony," Steve whispers, then closes his eyes. "I'm thinking of how beautiful you look when you're naked."

"Yes," Tony says, "now I want you to think of me with one hand on my cock—" Tony's breath catches again. He moans Steve's name, and Steve's cock twitches at the sound.

"Tell me what you want to do to me when you get back," Steve says.

"Oh," Tony groans out. "Oh Steve. As soon as I get home I'm going to find you, wherever you are, and drag you into the first empty room and strip you naked. And then I'm going to kiss and lick every part of you," he says. 

Steve shudders, thinking of how soft Tony's lips felt against his skin. "Tony," he moans, dribbling some lube on his palm before wrapping his hand around his cock.

"I love the way you taste," Tony continues. "I can't wait to have your big cock in my mouth," he purrs. “Spread your legs open for me, baby?”

“Yes,” Steve breathes, and shifts a little so his legs are bent and wide apart. He pictures Tony’s head between them, and moans. “God, yes,” he groans, tightening his grip on his cock as he continues to stroke.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” Tony murmurs.

Steve’s breaths are coming in short, quick pants. “I jacking myself off,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut in concentration. “I’m thinking about your mouth on me, having your head between my legs.” Steve adjusts his grip and moans again. 

Tony groans in response. “So fucking hot when you moan for me like that,” he says.

Steve continues to touch himself, raising a hand to tweak his nipple, sending a jolt of electricity that reaches his toes. He moans again, louder this time.

“I’m thinking—” Steve’s breath stutters out of him as he continues his merciless pace, chasing after his orgasm. He grips his arm, scratches up his chest, thinking of what Tony did every time they'd done this, what Tony had done to make him moan. “I’m thinking of how hot your mouth is, how good you are with your tongue,” Steve groans, and thinks of how pink Tony’s lips get after he sucks Steve off, how his hair is always such a mess from Steve tugging at it.

“Tony,” he says, trailing a hand up his chest, imagining it was Tony’s, “will you put two fingers inside yourself for me?”

Tony lets out a strangled moan. “Steve,” he groans, “I want you inside me.”

Steve hums, thinks about Tony’s tight, hot heat around his cock. “Spread yourself wide open for me,” he says. He swallows hard, then says, “spread yourself open for my thick cock.”

Tony hisses out a string of curses, and Steve flushes at the image of Tony writhing on the bed, fingers in his ass and cock in hand. Tony moans softly, almost whimpering, and Steve doesn’t have to strain to hear the slick sound of Tony fingering himself, the slap of skin as he pumps his cock at the same time.

Steve’s breath hitches at the sound, and he feels fire coiling low in his belly. “I’m getting close, Tony.”

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” Tony moans, “I want you to fuck me raw.” Tony’s voice is thick with arousal. “I want you to split me open with your big fucking cock.”

Steve’s hips are snapping up to meet his hand, and he feels delirious with desire. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, unable to think of anything else to say, and he just focuses on the image of Tony spread out in front of him.

“Steve,” Tony mewls, “Steve, I’m going to—”

“Yes, yes, me too,” Steve moans, his mouth feels dry, he feels like a lightbulb about to burst.

Tony chants Steve’s name as he comes, and Steve follows soon after, eyes squeezed shut and body alight.

For a few moments, they listen to each other panting. 

“Fuck the merger,” Tony says breathlessly, “I’m flying over and fucking you.”

Steve laughs. “Tony,” he says, drawing out the vowels. “Just two more days.”

“But I want you now .”

“You have me, all the time,” Steve says, smiling softly as he turns to his side to reach for a tissue. His hand stills before he wipes himself off. “Do you want me to send you a photo?”

Tony is silent on the other line. “You’re killing me here, Steve.”

“What if delayed gratification is my kink?” Steve teases, before raising the phone to take a photo of the mess he’d made of himself; there are red lines running down his chest and sides from where he’d held and gripped himself, and there’s a nice line of his cum on his abs. He looks over the photo and nods to himself, pleased.

“I’m going to make you regret saying that,” Tony says darkly, then groans when (Steve assumes) he sees the photo Steve sent. “I am going to make you regret saying that so fucking much, Steve.”

“Promise?” Steve says sweetly. 

Tony growls, and Steve laughs in response.

[firebrands]

me da igual si tu amor me compromete (steve/tony, set in a different country + balcony sex)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, explicit, 2.1k words of ults!stevetony in madrid on vacation and tony fucking steve on the balcony of his flat | on ao3

marvel bingo card fill for “set in a different country,” day 11 of kinktober: balcony sex

title translates to “i  don't care if your love compromises me” and is from 'Yo x Ti, Tu x Mi' by Rosalia and Ozuna (give it is a listen it’s a fuckin’ bop)

***

“Coming?” Tony asks, holding his hand out to Steve’s, expectant, as if the weekend bag slung over Steve’s shoulder wasn’t enough proof of his agreement.

Steve blames Clint for the way he feels at the gesture, like a Disney princess—last night Clint coerced him into watching Aladdin. So really, it’s Clint’s fault for the flush in Steve’s cheeks when he takes Tony’s hand and says, “yes.”

Tony smiles, looking a little triumphant, which sends a thrill down Steve’s spine. It’s always nice to see Tony smile, after everything. Tony tightens his grip on Steve’s hand as they head towards the hangar, where Tony’s jet is waiting for them.

They spend most of the flight with Tony on Steve’s lap, trading lazy kisses and dozing, watching as the sky shifts from dark to light, the sun rising as they cruise over the Atlantic. Steve’s so enamored he doesn’t have time to feel a little embarrassed at how juvenile they’re being. They deserve it, really, and Steve didn’t even consider refusing when Tony flopped onto Steve’s bed dramatically and said, “darling, I need a vacation. Let’s go to Madrid.”

It’s almost evening by the time the land on the rooftop of Stark Industries’ Madrid office, and they take Tony’s private elevator down to the garage. Tony smirks over his shoulder as Steve gapes at the Aston Martin that Tony’s dumping their bags into.

“Come on soldier, hop to it,” Tony says, holding is hand out with a set of keys.

“I can’t drive on the left ,” Steve hisses.

Tony rolls his eyes, then gets into the drivers seat. “What was the point of the serum, then?” he grumbles as he starts the car.

Steve folds himself in, feeling very large and very awkward in such an expensive car. Even after all these years, it still sometimes takes him by surprise, how rich Tony is.

The tires squeal as Tony drives out of the garage, racing down Gran Via as he heads towards his flat. Steve spends the short ride looking out the window, appreciating the city in the almost-golden sunlight. 

The car screeches to the stop and Tony hops out, and Steve’s about to call out after him about illegal parking when he sees Tony handing a few bills to an old waiter, the sign over the restaurant reading Chocolateria. Steve watches as Tony downs the espresso handed to him, and then strides back to the car, churros and a small take-out cup in hand.

Tony leans over the open window and hands them to Steve, grinning. “Best churros in Madrid,” he says. Steve takes one, dips it in chocolate, and takes a bite as Tony watches him eagerly.

Steve isn’t exaggerating when he moans in pleasure, the fried dough just coated in enough sugar, and the hot chocolate rich and dark.

Tony nods to himself, pleased, and begins driving again as Steve devours the rest of the churros.

“You researched,” Steve teases, as he’s licking the last bits of sugar off his fingers.

“Of course I researched,” Tony snaps, affronted. “I don’t have time to waste. I only want the best.”

Steve nods, swallows down the sudden lump that formed in his throat as he thinks: I wonder if I’m the best for him.

Fortunately, Steve doesn’t have time to dwell on his thoughts as Tony pulls into the garage of what Steve assumes to be his flat. It’s in the quieter part of the city, and there are vines crawling up the trellises of the building. 

It’s quaint, which is far from what Steve expected. But the inside is all new, fully automated, which is exactly what Steve expected. They spend a few minutes settling in, and Steve takes Tony’s leave to take a quick shower as Tony makes them coffee. 

Steve finds Tony lounging outside on the balcony, changed out of his clothes and wearing a robe as he sips his coffee as he looks at the city winding down. The setting sun casts everything in gold, and Steve drinks in the sight of Tony, easy smile on his lips, completely relaxed.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, words falling unbidden from his lips.

Tony looks up at Steve, smirking a little. “Flatterer.”

“I mean it,” Steve says, feeling much more sure of himself now as he crouches down beside Tony. He cups Tony’s jaw, stroking his cheek with his thumb. “I know we just got here, but…” and just like that, his confidence ebbs away, and maybe he’s being too much, maybe he’s—

Tony leans forward and kisses Steve, soft and chaste. “Happy?” he asks as he pulls away. 

Their heads are close together, and Steve tips his forehead forward, resting against Tony’s. “Yes,” he breathes out.

“Good.” Tony kisses Steve again. He swipes his tongue against Steve’s lower lip, asking for access, which Steve is happy to give, parting his mouth open and letting Tony deepen the kiss. Steve ends up on his knees in between Tony’s legs, his hand sliding down from Tony’s jaw, to Tony’s neck, to the exposed skin of Tony’s chest.

Tony pulls Steve up and crowds him against the bannister of the balcony, the cold metal seeping through the back Steve’s shirt, making him shiver. Tony tugs him closer, making their teeth click against each other as their kisses get clumsier with desire. 

Steve groans when he feels Tony’s length pressed against his hip, and groans again when Tony parts Steve’s leg open with his knee. Steve tries to push off from the balustrade, wanting to take Tony to bed, but Tony pushes against him, pinning him down.

Steve pulls away, “people will see,” he says, a bit breathless.

“So let them,” Tony grins, taking the opportunity to untie his robe and slip it off his shoulders.

Steve feels dizzy at the sight of Tony standing naked in the light of the setting sun, and Tony hikes up Steve’s shirt, hands splayed across his back as he kisses Steve. Steve moans into the kiss, and he holds Tony’s head in place with one hand as the other skates over Tony’s back, stopping to grab Tony’s ass and grind their hips together.

Tony’s breath ghosts over Steve’s cheek before he sucks Steve’s earlobe into his mouth, making Steve rut against him. Steve cries out when Tony bites down playfully. “Tony,” he groans, as Tony moves down to his neck, licking the tender flesh before kissing it.

Tony sinks to his knees, and Steve cards his hands through Tony’s hair as Tony pushes Steve’s shirt up with his nose, right before pressing a chaste kiss to the skin right below Steve’s hip. Tony looks up at Steve from under his lashes as he tugs down Steve’s shorts. Tony keeps eye contact as he takes Steve’s cock in his hand, parts his lips open, and sucks softly on the head; the last thing Steve sees before his eyes flutter shut is Tony parting his lips wider as he swallows down the rest of Steve’s cock.

Steve does his best to keep his voice down, not wanting to call attention to how his bare ass is pressed against the metal grate of the balcony. But it feels like Tony’s trying to make him scream with the way he’s alternating between taking Steve’s cock all the way until he’s almost gagging, building Steve up until he’s about the crest the wave of pleasure, and then pulling back, only to lick and kiss Steve’s cock.

“Please, Tony,” Steve whimpers, his hand aching from how hard he’s gripping the balustrade. With this realization he eases off, worrying he might dent it.

Tony hums around Steve’s cock, making Steve’s hips jerk forward. Steve bites back a moan as Tony’s mouth glides down his cock easily, now slick with his spit and precome. Steve squeezes his eyes shut and breathes heavily through his nose, trying his best to stay silent despite Tony’s best efforts.

But they’re all for naught; Steve’s eyes fly open and he cries out when Tony teases his hole open with his finger. Steve fights to stop his knees from buckling at the mix of pain and pleasure, his cock so deep in Tony’s throat that Tony’s nose is pressed against his hip, and Tony’s two fingers buried knuckle-deep in Steve’s ass.

“T-Tony,” Steve stutters out, and a shudder runs through him as Tony crooks his fingers inside him.

Tony hollows our his cheeks and picks up his rhythm, fingers pumping in and out of Steve’s ass in time with his mouth sliding up and down Steve’s cock.

Steve bites on his knuckles, panting as he wills down the urge to scream when Tony slides in a third finger. He’s sure Tony has neighbors, he’s sure people live in the apartment right across them, and he doesn’t want them to hear—

Tony lets Steve’s cock fall out of his mouth with a loud pop, and Steve sucks in a shuddering breath. Then, Tony slowly slides his fingers out of Steve’s ass.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” he says, standing up and lubing up his cock.

“Tony,” Steve says threateningly.

Tony quirks up an eyebrow, challenging. He taps Steve’s hip with his finger. “Bend over for me, darling.”

Steve’s mouth clicks shut, and he turns to face the city, elbows resting against the cool metal as he bends at the hip. Behind him, Tony presses a few quick kisses down Steve’s back, and he spreads Steve’s legs open wider with his knees.

Steve groans as he feels the blunt head of Tony’s cock pushing him open, and Tony’s grip on his hip tightens as he slowly inches into Steve.

Tony fucks Steve slowly at first, long drags of his cock in and out of Steve’s ass, letting Steve get used to his girth.

“You feel so good, baby,” Tony murmurs as he bends down lower, kissing up Steve’s spine.

Steve moans softly in response, his eyes shut and mouth parted open both in pleasure and to block out the view, a part of him still horrified by the idea of getting caught.

Tony snakes a hand around Steve’s waist, raking down Steve’s chest as he begins fucking Steve in earnest, pumping in and out of Steve’s ass and making Steve choke on his own moans.

It’s so quiet, Steve realizes dazedly, as the sound of Tony’s hips slapping against his ass seem to ring out across the rooftops. Behind him, Tony is moaning openly, getting louder and louder each time he buries himself in Steve.

Steve pants, breathless as he tries to keep himself quiet, his body beginning to shake with the effort.

Tony’s breath is hot against Steve’s ear, and his hand slides lower and lower down Steve’s torso to grip at his cock. Steve chokes back a sob at the relief, the beginnings of his orgasm pooling like fire in his belly. 

“Come on,” Tony whispers as he tugs at Steve’s cock. “Moan for me, darling.”

Steve shakes his head, adamant that someone is going to hear Captain America and Iron Man fucking like teenagers.

Tony nearly pulls out, and slams his hips against Steve’s at a different angle, and Steve bites down so hard on his lip that he thinks he tastes blood; “I want them to hear you moaning my name,” Tony orders.

Tony’s cock hits Steve’s prostate with every thrust, and this is what makes Steve finally break, Tony’s grip on his cock, Tony moaning in his ear, Tony’s cock swelling inside him.

“Tony, please,” Steve moans, and it’s like a dam breaking. He moans, and groans, and cries out as Tony fucks him, spread out and wanton. “Oh God, yes, like that!”

Tony bites down on the skin between Steve’s shoulder and neck, and the mix of pain, and pleasure, and a little bit of shame, finally tips Steve over, and he comes messily over Tony’s hand.

Tony loses his rhythm as Steve clenches around him, fucking Steve with abandon as his own orgasm builds. Steve grinds his ass against Tony, moving his hips in time with Tony’s thrusts.

Tony sucks on the skin below Steve’s neck, then bites down hard as he comes, shuddering against Steve’s ass. Steve moans as he feels Tony’s cock pulsing inside him.

They stay in their position, panting as they come down from their high. Tony slips out of Steve with a soft groan, and Steve whines at the loss. They’re standing beside each other, breathless, and startle when they hear the door in the balcony beneath theirs open.

Steve drags Tony back inside the flat hurriedly, and frowns when Tony laughs at him.

“What?” Tony asks, eyes twinkling.

Steve rolls his eyes, dragging Tony towards the bathroom.

Tony tugs at Steve’s hand, stopping him. He leans in and presses a quick peck to Steve’s lips. “I just wanted everyone to know I’ve got the best boyfriend,” he says, trying to look sorry and failing spectacularly. 

Lucky for him though, as his words make Steve’s heart swell.

“You’re the worst,” Steve says, before pulling Tony in to kiss him properly.

[firebrands]

where do you dare me to (draw the line)? (steve/tony, rimming)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, explicit, 1.1k of Tony eating Steve’s ass | on ao3

day 10 of kinktober: rimming | my kinktober fics

***

Tony loves the way Steve gets after he comes, pliant and soft and half-asleep. He smiles up lazily at Tony, and lifts his hand to Tony’s face to thumb at some of his come on the side of Tony’s lip. “Missed some,” he says. 

Tony parts his lips and Steve slides his thumb in, moaning as Tony sucks on it.

“Flip over,” Tony says, one hand on Steve’s lip, pushing gently. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Steve opens his mouth to ask what Tony means, but thinks better of it and lies on his belly instead.

Tony straddles Steve’s hips and begins kissing down Steve’s back, smiling as Steve shudders beneath him. Tony licks at the dip right above Steve’s ass, making Steve moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tony murmurs, one hand stroking up and down Steve’s thigh. Tony peppers Steve’s ass with kisses and climbs off Steve, moves his hands to Steve’s hips and tugs up. “Up,” he orders, and Steve complies readily, face now pressed flush against the pillow.

“What are you—“ Steve starts, and his mouth clicks shut as Tony palms his ass, then spreads it open. Steve bites back a moan, his ass still sore from Tony fucking him. 

“Steve?” Tony asks, right before biting the apple of Steve’s ass cheek.

Steve groans, already beginning to prepare himself for the sweet torture Tony’s about to inflict on him. “Yes?” he breathes out.

Tony hums in response, and Steve holds his breath, waiting. “Don’t touch yourself,” Tony says, his breath ghosting over Steve’s hole. “Can you do that for me?”

Steve moans, because he’d do anything for Tony right now, his cock already beginning to harden. “Yes, Tony,” Steve grinds out.

Steve can barely see Tony from this angle, but he has a vague idea of what’s going to come next, and Steve bites down hard on his lip as Tony flicks his tongue against Steve’s hole.

“Fuck!” Steve cries out, gripping at the pillow. “Tony!”

Tony disregards him and begins lapping at the stretched muscle of Steve’s hole in earnest, long drags of his tongue sliding up and down and around and Steve’s moans constantly at the movement, grinding his ass up for more. Steve buries his face into the pillow, his cock fully hard now, bouncing against his stomach as he writhes under Tony.

Steve’s hips jerk up in surprise as Tony sucks at the ring of his hole, teasing it into softness.

“Tony!” Steve shouts, hips almost sinking onto the bed, seeking to release some of the tension. “Tony, Tony,” Steve cries helplessly as Tony continues to suck, until the pleasure is almost unbearable.

“No,” Tony says, one hand moving from Steve’s ass to grip at Steve’s waist. “Stay up.”

Steve groans in response, unable to form words as Tony dives back in, flicking his tongue over Steve’s hole. Steve nearly screams when Tony dips his tongue into Steve’s hole, lapping at his come that hadn’t leaked out of Steve. 

“Oh, god,” Steve moans. Tony’s tongue moves inside Steve, and Steve can feel every inch.

Steve jerks up as Tony pulls his tongue out, breath hot against his hole. Steve takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. 

Tony hums, idly tracing the rim of Steve’s hole with his finger, and Steve sucks in a breath as a Tony presses a kiss to his gaping hole, and then pushes in with his tongue. 

Steve cries out when Tony begins fucking Steve’s hole with his tongue, the pleasure rocketing around him, his cock leaking precome that drips down onto the bed.

Tony reaches over and takes Steve’s hand, still clutching onto the pillow, and guides it to his ass. “Hold yourself open for me,” Tony says, as he presses kisses around Steve’s hole. “Come on.”

Steve feels overwhelmed, feels like his skin is on fire, and he groans with effort as sinks further onto the bed and spreads his ass open for Tony’s mouth. 

“God, you have such a pretty hole,” Tony says, kissing Steve’s knuckles. “And it’s all mine,” he adds, right before dragging his tongue slowly over Steve’s ass, starting from right above Steve’s perineum and stopping right by Steve’s fingers.

“Who’s ass is this?” Tony asks, in between long licks.

“Yours,” Steve says shakily, his lips are sore from biting down on them, and his thighs are shaking with the effort of both holding himself up and stopping himself from grinding down onto the bed. “All yours.”

“That’s right,” Tony murmurs, and Steve moans as he feels Tony’s beard tickling his fingers. 

“All yours,” Steve moans out again, hoping that it urges Tony on.

It has the desired effect; Tony tilts his head up so his chin presses against Steve’s perineum, licking into Steve, his beard beginning to rub Steve’s ass raw.

Steve sees stars when Tony pushes deeper into his ass, thrusting his hot tongue in and out of Steve’s hole, pulling out every few thrusts to lick around the rim, flicking in and out as Steve tries to clench onto his tongue, to keep him there.

Steve’s cock swings heavy between his legs, aching for release, and Steve flexes his fingers as he spreads his ass even wider for Tony, needing more of whatever Tony is willing to give him. 

“Please, please, please,” Steve sobs, nearly crying from need. Steve’s cock swells, but there’s nothing for it; there’s no release, only Tony’s tongue, Tony’s lips, and Steve’s gaping hole.

Steve rocks his hips back against Tony, and Tony holds still as Steve uses Tony’s tongue, moaning and groaning as he tries to get himself off. He’s no longer aware of what he’s saying, or if he’s saying anything at all, his mouth moving on it’s own accord the same way his hips rock back and forth.

It feels like an eternity and a second, fucking himself on Tony’s tongue, his cock twitching with need, and Steve cries out as his balls begin to tighten with his pleasure, and Steve bucks his hips uselessly, chasing at pleasure that seems so close he could finally reach it--Tony grips Steve’s hips as he pushes his tongue in deep, and at the next thrust in, Steve screams as his orgasm rocks through him, his cock twitching against him as he comes dry. 

Tony doesn’t stop, keeps licking and sucking, until Steve actually does cry, hot tears spilling down his cheeks, his cock throbbing as he’s overwhelmed from the mix of pleasure and pain and release. 

Finally, Tony slackens his grip on Steve’s hips and Steve sinks gratefully onto the bed, breathing hard.

Steve’s still panting when Tony rolls him onto his back, and Steve moans as Tony climbs on top of him, tugging lazily on his cock. 

“Open wide,” Tony says, and Steve’s cock stirs at the smug smirk on Tony’s face. Steve parts his lips, waiting.

[firebrands]

You know I'd quench that thirst (Steve/Tony, blowjob)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, explicit, 1.4k words of steve sketching tony while tony blows him | on ao3

kinktober day 3: oral

for anon, who wanted cockwarming while Steve drew - sorry, changed it up a bit to have Steve sketching Tony while Tony goes down on him. :)

also shout out to @negativesd09 whose art i used as inspiration, along with bung-pang (who is no longer on tumblr?)'s art (both nsfw!!)

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True to his word, the first thing Tony does when he gets home to the tower is seek out Steve. It’s easy enough; Steve is in their room, curled into a couch and doodling on a sketchpad. Tony drops his suitcase by the door and practically runs over, just as Steve looks up at the sound of the door opening.

“Tony,” he says, a bit of a tremor to his voice. He surges up and pulls Tony into a tight hug, turning his head to rest in the crook of Tony’s neck, inhaling deeply. “You’re early,” he says, voice muffled by Tony’s shoulder.

Tony smiles and nuzzles Steve’s hair, then pushes him gently back onto the couch. 

Steve lifts Tony a little to settle him properly onto his lap. 

Tony takes Steve’s chin in his hand and tilts his head up, and they look at each other fondly for a moment before Tony leans in for a kiss. He pulls away and says, “I missed you so much.”

Steve nods, his hands skating over Tony’s arms, Tony’s back, Tony’s chest, as if to reassure himself that Tony’s really there. 

Tony’s eyes land on the abandoned sketchbook on the couch, mouth parting when he sees what Steve was working on.

Steve follows Tony’s line of sight and flushes, coughing a little before he tries to explain himself: “I was just, uh—”

“Hot,” Tony says, taking one last look at Steve’s drawings of Tony’s face in the throes of pleasure. Tony kisses Steve again, really sinking into it, all of his thoughts flying out of his head when Steve deepens the kiss, places both his hands on Tony’s hands, and grinds their hips together, showing Tony exactly how happy he is. Tony gasps at the contact of Steve’s cock rubbing against his, and presses a quick peck to Steve’s lips before sliding off his lap and onto the floor.

Steve peers down at him, confused for a second, until understanding dawns on him and darkens his eyes.

“Will you draw me?” Tony says, smiling wickedly as he hands Steve the sketchbook. “I promise I’ll give you something worth capturing.”

Steve bites his lip and takes the sketchbook from Tony, and his breath hitches as Tony begins unbuttoning Steve’s pants. Steve raises his hips a little and Tony slides his pants and boxers off, and Tony licks his lips as he takes Steve’s hard cock in hand.

“I’ve been thinking about this for the last five days,” Tony murmurs, right before licking a stripe of spit up Steve’s cock.

A shocked moan escape Steve’s lips and his hips stutter up at the contact.

“Hey Steve?” Tony says, pressing a kiss to the inside of Steve’s thigh before looking up at Steve from under his lashes. “Will you draw me blowing you?”

Steve makes a small, strangled sound, and proceeds to open and close his mouth as he tries to form a sentence.

Tony turns his head and kisses Steve’s other thigh, then parts his lips to lick and suck at the soft skin there. “Unless you don’t want me to?” he asks, looking up at Steve again, doing his best to look sweet and innocent. 

“You wouldn’t.” Steve says shifting his lips a little, trying to get closer to Tony’s mouth.

Tony hums, peppers kisses up Steve’s thigh and stops right before he reaches Steve’s cock. “I dunno, I think I can be pretty stubborn when I want to be,” he says, and breathes on Steve’s cock, making it twitch. “You sure you want to test that?”

“Please,” Steve says, sounding like he’s about to break. His knuckles are white around the notebook. “Just—”

Tony tilts his chin up. “Get sketching, soldier,” he says, and watches as Steve takes a steadying breath and flips to a new page. Tony dips his head and swirls his tongue around the head of Steve’s cock, smiling as he hears Steve’s breathy moans.

Tony takes the head into his mouth, continuing to swirl his tongue over the crown while sucking, slowly lowering his mouth down Steve’s cock until he has most of it in. He breathes out through his nose, then takes even more of Steve’s cock into his mouth, eyes screwed shut in concentration. Steve keens when his cock hits the back of Tony’s throat, and Tony stays there for a few seconds, swallowing and humming, making Steve squirm.

Tony moves his head back, inhaling deeply through his nose, and holds Steve’s cock in his hand as he lets Steve’s cock fall from his lips with a soft pop. There’s a mix of precum and spit on his lips, and Tony looks up at Steve as he licks it off.

Steve’s hand, holding his pencil, is trembling. “Were you able to draw anything?” he asks.

“N-no,” Steve says, breathing hard. “I think I need you to do that again.”

Tony laughs softly, and presses a kiss to the tip of Steve’s cock. “Fine,” he says, and begins parts his lips and savors the heaviness of Steve’s cock on his tongue. He makes sure that he has at least half of Steve’s cock in his mouth before he looks up to check on Steve.

Steve’s lips are parted, and his chest is heaving. His eyes snap up to Tony’s, and he smiles a little shyly, before he puts his pencil to paper and begins sketching.

Tony keeps his eyes on Steve as he bobs his head up and down Steve’s thick cock, reveling in the pleasure of having his lips spread open, intoxicated by the smell of Steve’s musk. Steve continues to sketch, looking up at Tony occasionally, his gaze drifting down to Tony’s lips, causing his cheeks to color.

Tony palms his hardening cock through his slacks, and he moans as some of the pressure is alleviated. 

The sound sends vibrations down Steve’s cock, and Steve’s hips buck up with the sensation. “Fucking hell, Tony,” Steve says through clenched teeth. The pencil in his hand looks dangerously close to snapping.

Tony stills his movements, and nods a little at Steve, wanting to see Steve’s progress. Steve understands immediately, and turns over the notebook to show Tony a rough sketch: Tony’s perfectly coiffed hair, Tony’s thick lashes, Tony’s lips spread open around Steve’s cock.

Tony smiles around Steve’s cock (a bit of a feat), and reaches up to take the pad from Steve’s hands and sets it aside.

Steve lets out a sigh of relief, and runs his now free hand through Tony’s hair. “Glad you liked it,” Steve says, smiling a little before Tony makes him moan by running his tongue around the head of Steve’s cock, and licking a little at the slit, tasting Steve’s precum.

Tony picks up his pace, ready to give Steve his reward for a job well done. He pushes down on Steve’s hips with his hands, knowing that it wouldn’t do anything if Steve did decide to just fuck his mouth, but doing it more as a reminder not to.

Steve writhes under Tony, one hand on the crown of Tony’s skull and the other on his nipple, pulling and tweaking. Steve moans loudly when Tony takes all of him into his mouth, and groans when Tony wraps one hand around the base of his cock and continues to pump as he moves his head up and down Steve’s cock.

Tony loses himself in the movement, mind blissfully blank, thinking only of pleasure, of how good it feels to have Steve come apart like this, keenly aware of how his cock is straining against his pants, every tug on his hair setting off fireworks behind his eyelids.

Beneath him, Steve chants his name in between breathy moans, half-begging. Tony’s jaw is beginning to ache from the strain, but it’s a good ache, and he continues his pace, screwing his eyes shut in concentration.

“Tony I’m—please, please, please, don’t stop, don’t—” Steve moans, and Tony sucks him in deeper as he feels Steve’s cock begin to twitch, smiling a little as he feels Steve’s hot come pooling inside his mouth. He sucks Steve's cock deeper into his mouth and throat as Steve comes, letting Steve feel the way his throat moves as he swallows his come. Tony only pulls away when Steve pats his shoulder uselessly. “Tony, Tony,” Steve babbles, completely blissed out.

Tony sits back on his haunches and takes a deep breath, feeling completely satisfied by himself. Steve hauls him back onto his lap and kisses him sloppily, and Tony’s cock stirs at the thought that Steve’s tasting himself on Tony’s tongue.