Better clench up Legolas
Tony didn’t need anymore encouragement, he dropped himself onto Steve once more and set to the skin under his jaw, taking it in his teeth and biting down, feeling Steve’s body respond, his fingernails digging into Tony’s ass so pleasurably. He reached up and entangled one hand into Steve’s hair, tugging on it rhythmically as he started to work his hips into Steve’s. The hand that was still in Steve’s boxers worked their way down (and hey, there actually was hair on Steve's body who knew!) to the hard part in the middle and he stroked his fingers up Steve’s length, feeling his cock twitch and grow under them. He slipped his fingers round Steve’s length and started to move his hand, slowly, measurably. There you are big boy, Tony mused to himself as he felt a second hand slip under the waistband of his boxers, this one made its way round to Tony’s now fully erect member almost timidly, and Tony rocked his hips in Steve’s hands, offering silent encouragement. Dear innocent Steve, he was going to have a whole new world open up to him.
Steve cupped Tony’s balls for a moment, fondling them, exploring them and Tony gasped into Steve’s neck, he could feel precum spilling down and dampening his boxers and he knew Steve could feel the warmth spreading over his fingers, he could feel it driving Steve crazy. He worked Steve out to his full length and whispered into Steve’s burning neck. “Supersized indeed big boy, let’s bring you out to play shall we.” Steve turned his head and nipped Tony’s bottom lip with surprising force and Tony feathered a kiss at the edge of his mouth before sitting up, giving Steve ample moving room to take Tony’s weeping cock in his hand as his other hand stroked straight down the sensitive middle of his ass. He pushed into Steve’s hand, biting his lip and then opened his eyes and took his hand out of Steve’s boxers and the other he disentangled from his hair.
He put them both onto Steve’s boxers and then thought better, and instead leaned down; catching the material between his teeth causing Steve to moan loud enough for Tony to be glad the place was empty. He worked them down, his fingers tugging at the edges of the legs as his top lip and nose brushed the head of Steve’s shaft, he could smell the salt of Steve’s cum already and it excited him greatly. Steve’s hand let go of Tony and Tony pulled himself down Steve’s legs until finally that glorious creature was released.
“Jesus fucking Christ Steve look at that thing!” He exclaimed as he brought his head up to be able to see it in its entirety. “No wonder you and Nat keep hooking up, I’d keep coming back just for that.” He looked up at Steve and was surprised to see a smarmy ‘I know’ look on the man’s face. He pulled the boxers over Steve’s legs and flung them over his shoulder before working his way back up him, trailing his nose and lips up Steve’s length and flicking his tongue around the head, enjoying the hitch it caused in the other man’s breathing. He let it slide down his chest, dip into his navel and travel down his hips, now Steve’s cum was darkening his briefs as well, he worked it down his own length, taking in a sharp breath as it pressed into his ass and then he was sliding up Steve’s chest until he was sitting on it.
“Don’t leave me hanging here Captain.” He said breathlessly. Steve placed his hands on Tony’s hips as he straddled his abs, and didn’t even bother with the foreplay, he pulled the boxers down, letting Tony’s cock fling itself out of its restraints.
“You’re not exactly small yourself Iron Man.”
“Well hey the rumours are true.” He retorted.
He backed off of Steve, pulling his boxers off and leaning over the other man, who pushed his lips to Tony’s chest, placing a kiss on his thrumming arc reactor as he rummaged in a drawer next to the sofa. He pulled out a small red bottle and two little packets.
“Bet you didn’t have this shit in the 40s, Strawberry flavour.” He winked and climbed back onto Steve, dropping the condoms onto his chest, slipping backwards until he could feel Steve’s penis pushing into his goddamn lower back it was so big. He popped the cap and grabbed Steve’s hand, upending the bottle and pouring it into his open palm. “Get to work Cap.” He grabbed the hand and wrapped it around two of his fingers, sliding them through Steve’s now closed fist, delighting in Steve’s expression, part lust part wonderment, then led his hand down to his own cock, Steve obliged, never taking his eyes off Tony’s face.
Steve worked Tony’s cock as Tony pushed Steve so he was sitting up against the sofa, he lifted himself over the whopping great penis as it was now called in Tony’s mind and grabbed a condom, checking that it was extra large and stretchy, he had them in all sizes in every draw, you never knew who he might bring home. He ripped it open with his teeth and one hand, then drew his two lubed fingers up Steve’s shaft and then rolled the condom down it, they were already lubed, but Tony loved all the little things like the bottle in his hand, the condom almost didn’t fit and he had to swallow past a lump in his throat as he looked down at it. Steve was still working Tony slowly but surely throughout this and Tony handed him the other condom after ripping it out of the packet with his teeth. Steve put it on him with a clear precision that could only come from a methodical obsessive compulsive and then Tony dropped onto him, their wrapped tools rubbing against each other teasingly.
“How long has it been, Captain, my Captain?” He breathed between kisses as he captured Steve’s mouth with his own.
“A while.” Steve gasped back as Tony rocked their members together.
“As in more than 50 years a while?”
Steve bit Tony’s lip and let out a yes that tapered off as Tony’s hand made its way down to Steve’s pert ass. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle, actually scratch that, I have no intention of being gentle with you Rogers.”
“Promises promises Stark.” Steve replied breathlessly, spreading his legs either side of Tony’s own.
Tony got his knees under him and stroked down the inside of Steve’s thigh, then slid the two fingers still gratuitously coated in lube under Steve’s balls and up to his as expected tight little hole. Steve watched his hand disappear underneath him with unbidden lust and Tony’s free hand grabbed his chin, bringing his eyes back up to Tony before he closed his own and kissed Steve deeply, he slipped one finger inside Steve and the other man cried out, the sound so pure and perfect against his lips. He kept his lips on Steve’s panting mouth as he worked the finger into Steve slowly, up and down, up and down. He felt Steve’s cheeks clench around his finger and he shh’d at Steve, who breathed in and relaxed himself, scrunching his eyes up and pressing his forehead to Tony. Before Steve had time to regain composure Tony slid the second finger in and Steve moaned so sultrily that Tony’s cock twitched in response. Steve’s hands, now on the cushions, dug in to them and Tony was sure he heard a slight ripping sound. He dismissed it and grabbed the bottle of lube from beside Steve; it had rolled down into the dip of Tony’s knees on the sofa.
He flipped the cap with his thumb and squeezed it down into his hand that was currently working its way inside Steve. He needed more than two fingers for this. He lathered up a third finger and pushed it inside, keeping a steady rhythm.
“Oh god, oh Tony you have no idea how good that feels.”
“You’re right; I think the longest I’ve gone without sex is like three days.” He laughed and then moaned as he felt Steve start to push back onto his fingers.
Tony’s cock was properly weeping now and as much as he was enjoying the sight of Captain America naked and sitting on his hand, cheeks flushed, mouth open, sweat beading on his skin, all he wanted was to be inside him. He angled his fingers up until he hit that wonderful bundle of nerves Steve’s homophobic god had put in there as an ‘in case of emergency’ backup and Steve turned to putty on his hand, he wrapped his long legs around Tony’s waist and pulled him in, taking Tony’s fingers to the knuckles and thrusting down onto them. Tony felt the blood in him struggling to decide whether to flood his cheeks or join the rest of it in his cock and he flicked Steve again, who almost screamed and his eyes flew open.
“Please.” His eyes implored Tony. “I need you inside me, I need you to, how have I heard you say it before? ‘Fuck me raw.”
“I knew you had it in you babe.” He quipped and withdrew his fingers, his other hand shoving Steve in the chest.
Steve gave a token resistance before Tony put him on his back, he trailed his hands down Steve’s sides, using his fingernails on the skin and making the other man twist and shiver under him, he reached Steve’s legs and yanked them open, taking a moment to enjoy seeing Steven Roger’s pink little asshole and his baby blue eyes filled with lust. He ran his hands back down Steve’s thighs, knowing he was driving Steve wild, and then took his hips between them, Steve pulled Tony into his body with his steel legs and Tony pushed the head of his cock into him slowly, nudging at him inch by inch, Steve once again moaned deeply, breathlessly and Tony found himself in sheer delight that he was the cause of that throaty sound. He looked down and caught sight of Steve’s suit and that delight mingled with the softened anger from earlier and he thrust himself into Steve without ceremony. Steve screamed and gasped as Tony’s entire length entered his body roughly, Tony thought Steve might protest but instead he grabbed Tony’s hair and took Tony’s mouth roughly with his own.
“Harder Stark, I can take it.” He breathed into Tony’s mouth and Tony grabbed his bottom lip with his teeth and pulled enough to make Steve jerk.
“Oh you’ll take it alright Rogers. You might regret it though. I really, really like it rough.”
Steve just groaned; his hot breath mingling with Tony’s own as Tony pushed Steve’s hips off of him and then took hold of his ass, pulling it down onto his cock. He went to thrust into Steve again but this time Steve hit back, Steve pushed down onto Tony’s cock with a force the younger man had almost forgotten he had and now Tony was the one unable to hold in his moans, Steve pushed Tony back off of him with a strength that offered no margin and now Tony was the one being shoved into the cushions. Steve straddled Tony’s waist and suddenly the Captain emerged, no longer meek and hesitant Steve sat on Tony’s cock and started to ride him, all that uncertainty slipping away with every thrust. The battle for power began between the two, Tony was used to being the one in control and he wasn’t going to give it up easily. Though less experienced experienced, Steve was bigger, stronger and heavier and he used it to his advantage.
Steve’s cock bounced across Tony’s stomach with every thrust and Tony bucked his hips and grabbed one of Steve’s arms, unbalancing him he pulled the man down to him, he had one hand gripping Steve’s hip bone and one on his arm, as Steve fell closer to the younger man Tony retook Steve’s mouth as his other hand reached for Steve’s shaft. Now at a better angle Tony pushed himself into Steve as his hand pumped him, aiming for the bundle of nerves he knew would make Steve lose his shit. “How do you hide this beast in that skin tight suit of yours Rogers, are you a grower, not a shower?” He panted into Steve’s mouth as he felt beads of sweat rolling off him and splashing down his own cheeks.
Steve pulled his arm from Tony’s grip, breaking the kiss, and slammed it into the arm rest beside Tony’s face, now Steve was looming over Tony and no longer looking the picture of innocence. Now Steve was pure unadulterated sex. His pupils were blown, his face flushed, his breathing coming in ragged gasps and moans, his hair was all over the place, his mouth was open and his lips were swollen, he had never looked more gorgeous that Tony could remember. “I have my ways Stark.” He replied breathlessly.
Having Steve in his hand was like trying to hold on to a slippery metal pole and Tony marvelled at it. Not the only Iron Man here, Tony thought and laughed to himself, ignoring Steve’s glance. As Steve’s breathing became heavier and his fingers dug into the cushion beside Tony’s head Tony simultaneously slowed his thrusts down and his pumping, this was one fight Steve was going to lose. Steve threw his head back and let out a breathy moan, flicking his hips up into Tony’s own, trying to keep him going. No chance, I can 100% guarantee this is something I am actually better at than he is.
Steve dropped his head back to Tony’s chin, his sweaty hair brushing Tony’s cheek. Tony closed his eyes and circled his hips, slowly, teasingly, spinning the heavier man around on himself and causing Steve to grit his teeth and grab at the sofa. He took his other hand off of Tony’s shoulder and traced down around Tony’s chest, around the arc reactor where the skin was ridiculously more sensitive than the rest of his chest, which was so weird as the scar tissue should have practically deadened the area to touch. He reached Tony’s nipple and twirled a finger around it, stroking it, kneading his pectoral muscle with his hand and then brushing his fingers down Tony’s ribs. Tony switching the direction of his grinding hips and Steve gasped once more.
“Oh, oh oh Stark.” He pulled in a sharp breath.
“That’s it, say my name baby.” Tony smirked, enjoying watching Steve unravel above him. He circled his hips once more and brought his thumb to the tip of Steve’s aching cock, where he rolled his thumb in a circle across it.
That caused Steve to capture Tony’s mouth fiercely and their teeth clashed together with almost enough force to jar Tony’s jaw. He kissed him back, tugging at Steve’s bottom lip with his teeth, nipping at Steve’s tongue as it attempted to enter his mouth. Steve’s nose was pressed flush against Tony’s cheek and Steve rocked into him, gasping into Tony’s mouth. “Harder… Stark.” He forced out between heavy breaths.
“Come now Rogers, you can do better than that. I want you to beg for it.”
Steve clenched his jaw and Tony could almost hear the internal struggle Steve was having. Pride always comes before a fall. And someone else was going to be coming before him too. Tony thrust his hips up and Steve’s fist hit the sofa hard, denting the metal frame below the cushion as he cried out, his breathing almost becoming a sob.
“Found it.” Tony teased as drew his thumb up and down Steve’s shaft.
He continued to grind his hips leisurely into Steve, enjoying watching Steve’s balls roam around his abdomen as he moved Steve around.
“Oh god Stark! Stop it.” Steve cried out as Tony stretched his legs out under Steve, pushing his knees up and cradling his ass with his thighs.
“Come on Rogers, I have absolutely no doubt you’ll be screaming my name by the end of this, but right now, I want you to beg, I want my name to come out as breathy and sensual as those sweet little moans you keep letting out.” Tony smirked at Steve, who raised his face minutely and looked at Stark, one eyebrow raised. Tony took his free hand and cupped the back of Steve’s neck and pulled his ear to his lips. “Say please, say please Tony, fuck me into oblivion, I’ll do what ever you want.” Tony trailed his tongue down Steve’s earlobe teasingly and Steve groaned, and Tony could hear a hint of defiance even in that.
Tony bucked his hips once again and squeezed Steve’s cock, Steve clenched his ass cheeks around Tony’s shaft and Tony couldn’t help but cry out in unison with Steve.
“Please.” He dropped his head to Tony’s ear, his lips brushing the stubble on Tony’s cheek. “Please Stark.”
“Please what? Hmm?” Tony bit his lip at smirked at the pleading tone Steve had adopted.
“Please Tony…” He managed to grind out.
“Better, but you’re still missing a few words. Say my name again.” Tony bucked his hips yet again.
“Ah! Please! Tony!” Steve cried out against Tony’s cheek. “Please Tony, fuck me into-“
“Oblivion.” Tony chirped.
“Please Tony, fuck me into oblivion, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You heard it ladies and gents.” He let go of Steve’s throbbing cock and sat up, he grabbed Steve’s shoulders pulled his entire length out of Steve, ignoring the futile protests from the older man. He threw Steve into the couch and drew himself up to tower over Steve.
“Turn around Cap.” He said tauntingly.
“Tony.” Steve gasped.
“Turn the fuck around Rogers, that’s an order.”