"Steve, you're blocking the TV." Tony grunted, taking a swig from his beer and moving his head around Steve's massive body. The blonde bit his lip , be assertive, Steve. He thought, taking a deep breath and plopping himself on the man's lap. Tony quirked and eyebrow and looked the man over.
"Spangles, it's called personal space for a reason. What do you want? I am trying to watch the Bachelor." He drank from his bottle, pushing Steve's head out of the way. The blonde took a deep breath, grabbing Tony's open hand and pressed it against his hardened cock. He moaned softly, rocking his hips back and forth on his lap.
Tony's eyes widened and he slowly began to realize what was happening. His lifeless cock springing up in attention.
"Um, Cap. What are you doing?" He asked softly, licking his lips and watching as the blonde slowly rocked himself against his body.
"As-s-s-s-s-erting myself…" He moaned, pressing Tony's hand to his crotch harder until the brunette began stroking of his own volition. He groaned as Tony began to move his palm harder over the man's clothing, grinning as he did.
"Well, Happy Birthday to me!" Tony chuckled setting his beer down and moving his other hand to squeeze the blonde's ass. He rolled his hips under the blonde, watching with joy as he moaned softly.
"Tony…" he whimpered, going to unbutton his pants.
"Nope." The brunette grabbed the blonde's hands, pulling them to the side. "You're going to keep the clothing on, Muscles." He heard the pain in Steve's voice and chuckled. The blonde continued to rock against his hand, his body shivering as he groaned.
"Tony…. TONY!" He felt Steve's release, grinning as he did. "So… how does it feel to assert yourself?"
The blonde was panting, his face red and his body shaking. "S-S-Sticky."