Thank you to everyone who left me feedback! This chapter sort of wrote itself? I don't even know where this came from. I REGRET NOTHING
Tony watches Steve sleep for at least an hour. He honestly doesn't know what to expect from here on out. Things were so good for them. Especially after they found out Steve was pregnant. And the sex was always phenomenal.
Steve lifts his book up enough so that he can glance down at his husband. "Tony, I want brownies."
Tony, who has been furiously typing on his tablet, glances up with a frown. "Are you reading a book?" It's a rhetorical question. "You are probably the only person left in America who still reads physical books. You know they make Kindles for that now."
Steve shrugs. "I like the feel of a real book in my hands."
"I could make you-"
He frowns. "I like real books, Tony."
Tony pauses to observe their current position; Tony is laying stretched out on the couch with his head in Steve's lap. "When the hell did we get so domestic?"
Steve smiles faintly, resting his hand on the side of Tony's face. "When you asked me to marry you."
"I only married you for the good of the country."
Steve chuckles with a shake of his head and it slips out, "I love you."
"Yeah, yeah." Tony grins. "Just so you know, you are so much more lovable with my child inside of you." Steve rolls his eyes. "No, seriously. Which, shouldn't it be the opposite? Because let's face it; morning sickness has been kicking your sweet ass for the past 2 months. Not that I'm complaining because you don't nag me to do shit anymore and you're a lot more enjoyable when you're this... bubbly?"
"Happy." Steve traces the crow's feet at the corners of Tony's eyes, still smiling fondly, and takes his tablet away.
"Hey!"
"Tony." He puts both his book and the tablet on the end table, something hard pokes his ear and Steve's biting his lip. And then it's... oh.
"Come here." Tony sits up, pressing his mouth to Steve's and he isn't shy; he pushes his tongue between those perfect lips and Steve moans, he fucking whines. And Tony marvels at how quickly Steve unravels.
He breaks the kiss long enough to pant, "Me on top."
Tony sits up on the couch and unbuttons his pants, sliding them down just enough for his cock to spring free. Steve sits down, straddling his lap and Tony spreads his legs for easier access.
Callused hands slide up under Steve's shirt, over his bloated belly and up to those - yes - those sensitive nipples that perk and ache with arousal at the slightest touch. His mouth falls into an 'O' shape and he bucks his hips into Tony's stomach.
"Oh, Tony."
He- Tony growls and grabs at Steve's shirt. "Off."
Steve complies and he's rewarded generously when Tony's mouth lunges for his nipple, sucking and pulling and worshiping with his mouth and Tony literally shoves one hand down Steve's gray sweat pants, squeezing that round, perfect supersoldier ass. He lands a harsh slap with the other hand and Steve's breath hitches, his fingers tightening in Tony's dark hair.
"More," he demands and Tony complies because Steve is a hot mess of pregnant hormones and pent-up sexual tension. One more slap, then two more, and Steve manages to get a hand beneath them, working diligently at his husband's cock. He stops only long enough to raise up, slip out of his sweatpants and toss them carelessly to the side.
Without warning Tony is shoving fingers in Steve's mouth and he moans softly at the intrusion, cheeks hollowing as he sucks greedily like a filthy whore that Tony loves to pretend he is. He finds Steve's pulse with his lips, just there, and sucks against the gorgeous skin. He withdraws his fingers from Steve's mouth with a wet pop and abruptly pushes three of them up into Steve who groans because his ass is so inviting- so slick and open and ready, always.
"Tell me you love it," Tony pants lightly. "You love it when I fuck you?"
"Yeah." He tilts his hips and Tony's fingers brush just there and his breath hitches. "Oh god. Tony, please."
"Alright, gorgeous."
His fingers slip out and his cock immediately takes their place and Steve writhes on Tony's lap. He lets out a shameless moan that echoes throughout the entire floor. Tony leans forward and bites at Steve's shoulder. His hands slide around Steve's waist and are those love handles? It's at this moment that he notices for the first time that Steve has curves. Not just intricately defined muscles but curves. Tony equates that to Steve not being able to continue his rigorous workout due to his delicate condition. And he's been eating so much more, not exactly healthy things, but anything battered, fried, baked or soaked in butter.
Steve is entirely dissatisfied by Tony's current distracted state so he pushes desperately with a groan, "Tony." He presses his knees into the couch to give himself some leverage.
"Oh, right." Tony takes the hint, bringing his own legs closer together and fucking up into Steve, who shifts his hips to meet the thrusts and yes, he finds that spot, and he grinds onto Tony so the constant pressure sends him over the edge. He pumps his cock steadily and he's there, ropes of semen spurting onto his belly and he squeezes Tony when he comes. Tony spills into Steve with a string of filthy words that leave would Steve speechless had he not been accustomed to this a long time ago.
Steve's chest is heaving and he leans into Tony, wrapping his arms around his neck, and Tony sighs appreciatively.
"You make it so easy," he laughs.
"Again," Steve demands and when Tony looks down and he grins because he's jealous of Steve's refractory period.
"Later."
"Now." He grabs for Tony's wrist and brings it back and Tony pulls out, replacing his cock with his fingers this time and Steve sighs contentedly. First three fingers and that isn't enough so Tony adds a fourth and they're buried deep, up to the third knuckle. They slide in and out easily, the tips of them barely curled enough to stroke just there. Steve moans when Tony puts the slightest amount of pressure there and his hand is wrapped around himself, pumping rapidly as Tony's constant prodding sends him closer to the edge.
The moan is sultry in a way, so low the Tony barely hears it. He grinds down and Tony's- his entire hand slips inside and Steve shutters, coming once again, and he collapses against Tony, his heart pumping and chest heaving.
Tony asks with wide eyes, "Did my fist just-?"
Steve nods and says quietly, "Thank you."
Tony just laughs.