CHAPTER TWO
Tony was exhausted, in the best possible way. It had been wonderful to speak to Abby and Ducky in person again – Skyping was never quite the same. After putting Luca to sleep with the 'Steve video' and making sure that the baby monitor was switched on – Mary and Andrew had the other – Tony decided to take a nice, relaxing bath, knowing that once he was down, Luca would sleep for hours on end.
As he ran hot water into the tub, adding a few drops of lavender oil to the bubble bath mix, Tony realised that he hadn't had some personal time in quite a while. What with caring for his son and missing his husband, on top of doing his job, Tony rarely had the leisure to do anything beyond catch a few zzzzs in the rare free time he had. Now, however, he had the privacy and the time to indulge.
Moving to his dressing table he took out the small black box that had had Mary roaring with laughter when they were unpacking and she had opened it, puzzled. He had fled to the bedroom with the box, blushing furiously, before any of the others had seen the contents. While Mary had spared him embarrassment then, he felt sure that she had told Andrew once they were along and that the pair of them would be poking fun at him for it all day tomorrow.
Picking up the waterproof lube and his favourite dildo, the one that most resembled Steve's cock, he took them to the bathroom. Then he suddenly dropped them into the tub and ran back to the bedroom, paranoid that Luca had woken up alone in a strange place and thought his Daddy had abandoned him.
After watching his son breathe peacefully for several minutes, then checking and double-checking that the baby monitor was on, Tony decided that it might be safe for him to take a relaxing half hour for himself.
Returning to the bathroom, he shut the door and stripped. Moving to the steaming tub, Tony moaned pleasurably as he sat down in it, feeling his muscles unknot. Thankful that he had apparently dropped the lube and dildo straight on to the seat and wouldn't have to grope around to find them, Tony started to prepare himself.
It had been quite a while, so stretching himself took longer than he expected. Even after closing his eyes, Tony couldn't pretend that it was Steve preparing him, simply because Steve's fingers and hands were bigger. Of course, smirked Tony to himself, Steve was just bigger in general.
Finally feeling ready for the dildo, Tony circled it around his entrance, realising that the submersion in a hot bath had heated the dildo up enough to make it feel almost like a real cock. Moaning out Steve's name as he plunged the dildo inside, Tony rifled through the many, many memories of Steve, before settling on his favourite wank fantasy – the night Luca had been conceived.
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Tony shuddered, moaning out his orgasm as he bit down on a towel, while his hole clenched uncontrollably hard around the dildo. Slowly, he released the towel and took in huge, gasping breaths, coming down from his high while feeling blissfully fucked out.
Feeling as limp as a wet noodle, Tony eased the dildo out of himself before cleaning up with a hit shower. Wrapping himself up in a fluffy bathrobe, he washed and dried the dildo and bottle of lubricant before putting them back in the box.
As he moved to his son's crib, checking to see if any of the noise he made had woken Luca, Tony felt incredibly lonely. Perhaps it was the downside of the hormones running through him after his orgasm, but he wanted Steve's warm strength to lean back into, wanted the pleasurable ache in his ass to be from Steve's cock, not lifeless plastic. He wanted Steve to carry him to bed and hold him while they slept.
As the tears began to run soundlessly down his face, Tony wished desperately that his husband, his love, would just come home.
Carefully picking Luca up, Tony took him to the large bed and lay down with him, putting pillow barriers all around Luca to prevent him falling off the bed, not wanting either his baby son or himself to be alone tonight.
