"Tony, I don't think this is going to work."
"Of course it's going to work! I made it!"
Steve looks at it again.
"I'm sure it works perfectly. I meant more⊠It's hard."
"That's kind of the point, big guy," Tony leers at him. He clearly doesn't see the problem. Steve, who is the one who's supposed to get railed by it, sees nothing but the problem.
"Tony, I don't want to get fucked by a literal iron dick. It's too wide and rigid. It's not going to be pleasurable."
Tony frowns at him, disappointed. Then he frowns again, glancing at Iron Man, standing proud and tall with a metal dick attached to its crotch plate, ready for action.
"But you never complained when we--"
"The fingers of the gauntlet are thinner, and can bend," Steve rushes to explain, before Tony can get it into his head that Steve is not actually into the Iron Man armor. He is, he very much is, seeing as he asked Tony to be fucked by it. But maybe he should have worded it better.
"I've loved everything we did with the armor, ok? I'm sure that you could make some adjustments to the dick, or just use a normal dildo, orâŠ"
"Yeah, alright, I see what you mean. I guess I got too caught up in the aesthetics and forgot about the rest," Tony admits sheepishly. They turn back to look at it. To his credit, the dick fits perfectly with the armor. Shit, but it looks obscene. Steve's arousal, which had started off strong when Tony called him down to the workshop to fuck, and then declined sharply when he saw the cast-iron dick, is starting to make itself known again.
"Hey, Tony, can you remove the crotch plate?"
Tony glances over at Steve, his features brightening. He drawls: "I like the way you think."
They get moving quickly after that: Steve strips out of his clothes and finds a comfortable wall to lean against while Tony struggles to detach the crotch plate, muttering about releases and weight distribution problems. Getting impatient, Steve comes over to help and yanks it off, using maybe a little too much strength. Tony doesn't even complain.
It's another five minutes before Tony has gotten his clothes off and stepped into the armor, but he's finally ready. He looks a little ridiculous, fully encased in metal except for his very noticeable erection, but Steve figures that when he's getting fucked against the wall, he won't see the dick anyways.
Besides, the idea of being manhandled by Iron Man, held down by uncompromising metal, the only human point of contact Tony sliding in and out of him⊠Steve almost moans aloud at the thought. He can't wait.
In three tall strides, Tony walks up to Steve and grabs him by the ass, lifting him up until Steve wraps his thighs around his waist.
The smooth surface of the workshop wall against his back, the hard panes of the Iron Man armor digging into his chest and the inside of his thighs, the flexing gauntlets on his ass, and Tonyâs hot tongue in his mouth, are everything he needed. He canât keep himself from running his hands up and down Tonyâs back, grabbing and petting everything he can reach. Tony squeezes harder, pulling Steveâs cheeks apart, and Steve moans. He wants Tony in him, now. He bites down on Tonyâs lip, ending the kiss, and pants against his lips:
âCome on, fuck me already.â
He doesnât miss Tonyâs self-satisfied smirk. Smug bastard. Next time heâll wear his Cap uniform and see if Tony doesnât drop to his knees the moment Steve puts on his Captain America voice.
Anyways. Getting railed now, planning later.
As if on cue, Tony trails a gauntleted finger down his crack, whispering something truly filthy about including a self-lubricating system, and Steve blanks out a little, ears ringing.
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