"I've gotta thank you, Cap," Stark said, stepping within a breath's distance from Rogers.
His eyes searching the room out of panic, unsure of what to do, Rogers tried to step out of his reach. Before he could back away, Stark reached for Roger's jacket collar and gave it a light tug. He drew in closer, breath suspended. Only centimeters away from Rogers's mouth now, Stark traced his finger around the outline of Rogers's face, still holding onto the collar.
"Stark… please…" A light tap of Tony's finger on Rogers's mouth stopped his speech from continuing.
"You want me to."
His heart was beating quicker, his mind was disoriented.
"N-No…" The slight words barely escaped his lips before Tony brought both of his hands to Steve's head. He stared, he loved, and he got lost: all in his eyes. Leaning in, he realized that there was no escape, there was no going back. He knew that he could never face Rogers again if he screwed up here; there wasn't room for error. It was all a gamble, a bet. He decided to take it.
Both of his hands swiftly dropped from Steve's face to his chest. Gathering the jacket's fabric in his hands, he tried to hold himself back. His hands dug deeper into the jacket with every passing second, until the eternity of trepidation over the matter came to an end.
"Stark, please…" Steve uttered hesitantly, unsure of whether or not he enjoyed the sinful pleasure that he received from this treatment.
Tony stopped him from giving closure to the lingering sentence. Pressing his body against Steve's, he wrapped his arms around the man's torso. He leaned in, let a small laugh escape, and then brought his lips to the other man's. The kiss wasn't lustful, nor was it sinful; it was gentle.
Suddenly their breathing grew heavier, their gasps weaker, and their voices silent. Maintaining the gentle silence, Tony pulled away from the kiss. Not expecting his sudden withdrawal, Steve tried to lean into the empty kiss. With this, he realized that his heart was bursting, his body was bursting. He was happier now than he had ever been before, it was uncontainable. Realizing that something was tugging at his crotch, he looked down, a slight pink tint on his face.
"This isn't… the Christian thing to do…" he sputtered, trying to object to going further.
"Who gives a damn?"
Stark redirected his gaze towards Steve's crotch. A grin unmasked itself on his face, and a sudden lust overcame him. He dropped both knees to the floor, and put a finger on the man's bulge. Steve let out a restrained moan. The usual broad and valiant figure of America's hero had succumbed to the immoral pleasures of this man. Steve brought one of his arms to his forehead, unable to cope with the immense excitement that had spread throughout his body as Stark slid his finger around the damp spot in the man's jeans.
"If you're going to do it, then do it!" Steve haphazardly yelled. The words reverberated throughout the room, and Tony smiled in pleasure.
"You ready to play in Hell, Cap?"