Give me a scotch, I'm starving
“Hey!” Tony groaned loudly and Steve ignored him.
He took Tony’s skin between his teeth and worked it in his mouth until blood bloomed underneath the skin leaving a large purple bruise. He brushed his lips down a bit more and started again, Tony pushed his fingers into Steve’s hair and threw is head back, allowing himself to catch his breath as Steve’s mouth worked itself down his now hyper sensitive body. Steve reached Tony’s nipple and took it in his mouth, dancing his tongue across it, flicking it and sucking on it. Tony closed his eyes and tightened his grip on Steve’s hair. Steve finally let go and looked up at Tony, the glow from Tony’s arc reactor causing Steve’s eyes to sparkle.
“I refused to be the only one left with bruises from this.” Steve panted.
“Yeah but you’ll heal much faster than I will.”
“Good, then the next time you take someone to bed they’ll see someone else had you hard.”
“Maybe I’ll just take you again instead old man.”
Steve rolled off Tony and lay down next to him, pushing Tony across the sofa cushions until he was lying on his side, trailing his fingers across Tony’s stomach.
“And when will that be? Because you look spent.”
“Oh I am far from gramps, what about you, I’m surprised you didn’t lose your voice with the amount of screaming you did. I thought you were trying to keep a low profile?”
“I thought you said this building was the safest in New York? So surely I could scream as loud as I wanted.”
“To be fair, I wasn’t going to let you be quiet. Noisy rough sex is the best kind there is.”
“So I found out.” Steve caught Tony’s bright eyes with his own.
“Hang on, was that your roundabout, cryptic way of saying that was the best fuck you’ve ever had?”
Steve sighed and pushed his hand down to cup Tony’s cock.
“I guess it was, Iron Man.”
“Oh I knew there was a freak in the sheets hidden away inside there just begging to be let out. I told you I’d ruin you Stevey.”
“You know Tony; you can’t just fuck all your problems away.” Steve continued to stroke between Tony’s legs.
“I can and I will and I reckon you’d love it if I did.”
Steve shrugged but didn’t take his hand away.
Tony jumped up from the sofa, causing Steve to crash onto the cushions. Undisguised mischief danced in Tony’s eyes and he strode over purposefully to the bar, Steve watched his ass shake to and fro as he walked away.
“Now that is a sight to behold.” Steve commented.
“Damn right it is, I work hard for this ass unlike you.”
Steve chuckled and left himself laying there with his head turned, watching Tony gather up two glasses and pour a generous shot of scotch into each. He reached under the bar and grabbed some ice cubes, dropping them into the deep brown liquid. He walked back over to Steve and shoved him over, before leaning up against the back of the sofa and shoving a glass into Steve’s hands.
“Now I know you can’t get drunk but you can still appreciate the fine taste of this stuff right?”
“Right.” Steve nodded and clinked his glass into Tony’s and took a sip, then dropped back onto Tony’s shoulder.
Tony had a moment to think about how surreal this was as he dipped his fingers into his glass and pulled out an ice cube, Steve eyed his hand as he placed the cube against Steve’s chest and Steve winced and shivered at the touch, he slid it along Steve’s pecs and onto his nipple, causing Steve to gasp. “Hey, that’s cold,”
He removed the ice cube, then lifted it to Steve’s lips, delighting in the melting water running down his fingers and splashing onto Steve’s ripped chest. Steve looked at it for a moment, then opened his mouth and let Tony place it on his tongue. Steve sucked on the ice cube obligingly and Tony flung an arm behind his head and dropped onto it, groaning at the sight and closing his eyes. He heard Steve crunch down and knocked back the rest of the scotch, dropping it to the floor and letting it roll across the laminate flooring.
Steve downed the rest of his and leaned over Tony to place his glass gently on the floor. Tony grabbed Steve’s shoulders, causing him to drop the glass, which hit the floor with a clunk but stayed in one piece, how boring, and he pushed Steve back into the sofa and straddled him, he grinned and placed his hands on Steve’s chest.
“Ready for round two?”