It was a sweaty tangle of bodies. It was beautiful and the different lines of the two bodies pressed together and pulled apart in a dance that was as old as time. "That was a wicked thing for you to do, Tony." Steve breathed into his ear, hot and sweaty. He was breathless sounding as he thrust into the smaller man beneath him. He let his tongue trace the shell of the ear he has whispered the heated words into. Tony moaned as the dick inside of him rubbed over his prostates. "what –oh right there Steve- instance are we talking about?" the genius panted out in question, back arched in a delicious display and moving back to meet the bond's thrusts. "You made me dream of this for so long, Tony." He gave a particularly forceful thrust as he answered, remembering how many nights he'd spent touching himself to the thought of the snarky, flirty man. Tony gasped in pleasure, "S-show me."
