– JA JARV ... IS
– Yes sir? – the shortness of breath didn't allowed Tony to give precise indications at his AI, well, that and the fact that he could not keep his mouth away from Steve's for more than 3 seconds. Both men struggled to enter at the same time by the doorway of Tony's room, some knocks are heard here and there due to the great disaster that usually the inventor has within his room which actually was in total darkness.
Unwittingly fully he decides to separate half minute from Steve to give some order to the situation in which he was now:
– JARVIS, lights… – Both men are dazzled by the sudden flash that causes that instruction, as he can and in the most impatient way possible Steve vacates Tony's bed and just leaves a couple of pillows and a blanket. Tony decided to go quickly to the bathroom without warning the blond...
– JARVIS – says softly, almost whispering.
»– Am I dreaming?
– I'm afraid not sir, your brain readings indicate only a slight dizziness due to the levels of alcohol in your system, a good rest is recommended to eliminate any discomfort.
"Perfect, tough tonight I do not plan in any way to rest." He thinks at the time he sees himself in the mirror to smile as only an idiot in love could do it.
– This is how this will be, JARVIS, disable all monitoring in my room until further notice, by monitoring I mean everything: recording, sound, heat registers, absolutely everything. I also want you to activate the soundproof coating on the walls. – it may sound exaggerated that Stark had such measures in his room, but let's remember that this genius often has very unorthodox schedules; while others sleep he invents, and while the others begin their day he prepares to finish his, so a coating like that one is just what he needs to not be interrupted in his few hours of sleep.
– Ready sir, your instructions have been implemented. – Communicated JARVIS to Tony.
– Excellent, finally, JARVIS?
– Yes sir?
– I do not need spies, so please also desactivate yourself from my room until tomorrow at the scheduled alarm.
– Of course sir, have a nice rest. – Said JARVIS as he disconnects himself like indicated.
Tony quickly refreshed himself in the sink and returned to the main room a little excited just to find a curious Steve Rogers that from the bed tried to spy him, Tony didn't noticed but he made his anxious guest wait for 5 long minutes.
– Well, where were we? – Tony asked to the almost exasperated Steve Rogers who was waiting on a edge of the bed.
– Do you mind if... I start to undress? – Tony didn't waited for an answer, he knew in advance which it was, so he began to approach very slowly to Steve while he unbuttoned his vest and shirt to let them fall to the floor.
Steve didn't resisted the temptation to join his partner so he standed up from his seat causing Tony stop to appreciate the delicious view that was about to happen in front of him. Steve taked off his leather jacket and throwed it away, knocking over a lamp in the way.
- Hey, you're going to have to pay that. - Tony said with a grin, to which Steve only responded watching Tony's eyes intensely as he began to take out the tight black shirt that he wore that night, Tony cannot help but see the perfect body of the captain; a flat but firm abdomen almost at nothing to be marked with a murderer six-pack, an extremely terse and worked bíceps and pectorals result of long training sessions that the soldier have been subjected to and a shoulder / back / waist ratio to go total crazy.
Stark had never asked himself how would his ideal man look like, to be honest he had never even considered having an ideal man, but he knew, he knew that Steve Rogers was HIS ideal man, Tony let the super soldier know that by luxuriously and instinctively biting his lower lip.
Tony couldn't hold himself, for a moment his baser instincts taked control and pushed him into Steve's arms who without doubting for a second welcomed him with an embrace of such magnitude that Tony cannot help but feel in home, complete, safe, loved ... that's when Tony really understanded what was happening; it wasn't one more night where he will give vent to his lower instincts, it wasn't about a lady of which he wouldn't bother to remember her name the next morning, he was with his other half, with the one that had stolen his dreams and details from long ago, the man to which he wanted to dedicate body and soul from now on.
Steve's body heat did nothing but provoke Tony further, who had been fully determined about what was going to happen, resumed the session of kisses and caresses to which he had already become addicted, Steve did nothing but follow that current that maked him to never want to end that evening. Unaware of it at all the captain was losing the delicacy with which so far he had treated his avenger counterpart, as his tongue tasted Tony he could not help but want more and more of it, a little stronger, a little more intense, he wanted to have total control of each of the moans of his partner.
Tony immediately realized this change, however something inside him went on further, he had never been treated that way, he had never felt so horny as now; with each caress from Steve on his bare back, with each kiss that the blond gaved by his neck, with each squeeze in his buttocks by the eager hands of the soldier, Tony was reaching ecstasy.
Hardly things were going to be able to continue that way for long, both men were intoxicated with each other's company, their instincts told them that there was still much road to go so the initiative was on Steve, he took Tony from the waist and lifted him easily to lay him on the bed, afterwards he regained his position and began to unbutton his pants, first he removed his buckle insurance with impatience, then he undid the button on his jeans and unzipped completely, what Tony would witness would leave him scarred for life: at getting off his jeans to the ground, Steve let see a perfectly white and round bubble butt highlighted by an a navy blue jockstrap that contrasted perfectly with the white of his skin and the pink of his nipples, yet something also jumped immediately into the view of the philanthropist and it was the fervently erection that was fighting against the jockstrap, although Tony had never had a complex about the size of his penis, Steve Rogers put into question any brief moment of pride.
Tony had fantasized for months about what was hidden beneath Steve pants and only God knows how many nights Tony had dedicated his masturbations to the fantasy of witnessing what he was staring right now.
– What do you say Stark? Wanna try a bit of the capsicle? – Tony was about to ruin the moment with a sneer for the bad pun that Steve had done, but deep inside he knew that that was precisely what he had been asking for at the universe since he gave his first kiss to his captain america.
Neither slow nor lazy Tony reclined on the bed to take off his own pants, even Pietro Maximoff couldn't perform such a feat at the speed in which Tony did, then he knelt in a way of which he would been at the edge of the bed with only one goal in sight, poor naive of him who tought that things would happen at his desire.
Just two centimeters away from releasing Steve's cock from his sport fabric prison, Tony was stopped by the heavy and rough hands of his now lover who in an authoritarian manner said:
– You haven't won your prize yet, first I want you to turn around. – Tony didn't knew quite well what was happening. Was him the same tender and chivalrous Steve that everyone have heard of? He was not sure of the answer yet, but if he was sure of something, it was that he liked that phase of his accomplice and he wasn't going to disobey him in any way.
Tony simply obeyed and turned his back at Steve who in a sudden but accurate movement accommodated him at the edge of the bed, to then placed his face against the mattress as while he accommodated his waist to leave Tony's ass elevated, Tony had to lean with both hands on the mattress if he didn't wanted to finish with a stiff neck that would haunt him for some weeks.
– Well well, what have we here? – Steve asked inquisitive and sarcastic at the same time.
– Do you really need to ask? If you want I can draw you a ma... – Tony tried to answer only to be stopped at the end of his sentence by the rough hands of Steve who were already exploring what was below the tight brief of Stark , Tony could only shudder at the feeling of being touched by that perverted set of hands that roamed as if it were a delicacy from one of the most expensive restaurants in the world.
Tony tried desperately to leave the impractical position in which Steve accommodated him without any success, with each attempt to do it the Adonis interrupted his romp to return him to the original position, Tony felt how every struggle turned him more and more submissive to Steve's dominance, each massage in his cock by the hands of the soldier made him drool pre-cum to the point of biting his lips to not come.
– I think it's time.
– Time to what? – Tony asked quietly, only to be answered by the sound of his brief being broken by the hands of the blond.
– Time for you to be all mine. – Steve answered in a tone that caused Tony a shiver that ran from his neck to his backside. Stark didn't knew what was waiting for him and actually he never would be ready for what was going to happen, the next thing he knew after the sound of his brief being destroyed by Steve was that his tongue was running all over his butt, up and down at unpredictable rhythms , sucking and distending his asshole gradually.
Tony had never experienced anything like that before, his mind just fluttered for a moment wondering how it was that Steve would knew those techniques, though that thought was completely forgotten as the patriot continued his work, at the same time that he had to deal with skilled tounge that was making him moan like a virgin he felt the outbursts of the now busy hands of Steve that gripped his buttocks firmly to squezze them or just to spank them.
Unconsciously Tony began to move his hip with more and more rythm, he wanted to provoke Steve in ways he never thought he could do, he reached success when he felt how the tounge of Steve quit exploring the outer area of his butt in order to begin to prepare him internally, he felt how his asshole was being moistened with the big guy's saliva, each thrust of that tounge meant an indescribable pleasure. What shuddered Tony more was Steve's ability to stimulate him in that way without leaving his cock and testicles away, which never failed to receive attention from Rogers, the technique used to stimulate each part was perfect. Tony always had been careful to keep his pubic hair flush because he considered that it was the most attractive way for his sexual partners to enjoy, and he was grateful with life to have those ideas because thanks to that the massage and caresses he received were fully perceived to the depths of his nervous system.
Steve did not wanted to lose detail of what he was doing; only in his wildest wet dreams he had performed such actions, he didn't wanted to forget every angle, every corner, every feeling. He was fully exploiting the weakest point of Tony and he would not let go an opportunity like that.
End of Chapter 2.
