warning: mature content!

They both just finished. Tony was on his back, his fist clenched on the covers, irregular breath. He could still feel Steve's hands on his body. God, it felt good. He couldn't believe how Steve was getting better every time. Being a super soldier also helped. He had incredible stamina.

Steve lift up a little, looking at Tony with a satisfied smile. He loved it. He was just a simple soldier but he made the Tony Stark scream in delight again and again. He leaned to Tony, kissing his jaw line. Next he traced his tongue across Tony's throat, tasting his skin. Tony moaned tilting his head to the back.

"Oh God, Steve.."
"I know, babe."

Steve moved his tongue slowly, savoring Tony's flavor. He placed a soft kiss under his chin. Next moved his head higher, gently biting Tony's lower lip. The brunet grunted softly, and Steve slid his tongue across the lip, easing the eventual pain he might caused. But Tony wasn't in pain. He was in a bliss. But it was also torture for him.

"Sorry, Steve.." he mumbled in a quiet voice. Steve scrunched his eyebrows hearing that.
"What are you sorry for?" he asked him, looking at his brown eyes. Tony shifted his gaze away, as too embarrassed to look at him.
"Sorry I can't give you more," he gulped.

He did try to keep up with Steve, he really did. But with time the tables turned. When they started dating Tony was the one urging Steve to have some "fondue time", as he used to call it, making Steve blush in the most adorable way, every possible occasion, but now it was Steve who was always willing, always capable. And Tony was just a human without any additional boost, unlike his lover. He had his bad days, while Steve seemed always to be in perfect shape. And Tony just couldn't say no, looking into those blue eyes, which got a shade darker during their private moments, just to be lightened with the most beautiful, pure blue color he had ever seen, when they finished. Tony loved seeing that. It was like a clean, cloudless sky after a storm.

"You're giving me all you got, I couldn't ask for more" Steve whispered, brushing his lips at his. Moment later he lay down next to Tony, snuggling his cheek at his stomach, hugging his waist. It was his second favorite spot on Tony's body. He could feel Tony sighing.

"I'm getting soft there, aren't I?" Steve smiled a little hearing that. It was what he loved about it. Steve had a defined shape, Tony often repeated with love in his voice that he was like carved in marble. Tony's body, even though he would never admit it, was more curved, soft. He still was muscled but not as much as Steve. His shape had some dose of femininity focusing on his rounded hips and softer abdomen, which Steve adored as it was a nice contrast to his muscled shoulders and broad back.

"I like you soft," he said fondly, nuzzling his nose at the skin.
"I'm getting old.." Tony grunted bitterly.
"You're not old and you won't be for a longer time. You're like wine Tony, better with every year. And I'm like a brat who just opened the bottle and can't get enough," he reassured him, caressing the skin on his stomach with soft touches.

Tony smiled, shuddering a little, enjoying his lover's touch. He knew that this is the closest thing to dirty talk he could hear from the blonde.

"You always know.. what to say" he gasped, placing his hand at the nape of Steve's neck, stroking the skin, just where he knew Steve liked. The blonde responded with a low murmur, following Tony's fingers, giving up into the touch. Tony slid his hand higher, entangling his fingers into blond's hair, clenching his fist, gently pulling it up, urging him to come closer. Steve understood that and he lifted higher, placing his cheek on Tony's shoulder, his body pressed to his side. The brunet took Steve's hand and intertwined their fingers. Steve smiled seeing that and lift up a little again, locking their lips in a kiss. During the kiss, Tony's hand slid down from his hair, pressing on his back, to make him lay closer to his body. They both gently withdraw their fingers, just to pull each other closer, as trying to mingle into one. They needed to be closer. And it was all they wanted right now.