Author's Note:
You know I briefly considered not adding the STony sex scene since this was 'technically' categorized as a Thor/Loki fic. However it was only categorized as a Thor/Loki at first because, let's be honest, that first chapter didn't have much to do with Steve and Tony lmao Anyway, I consider myself to be an adamant shipper of both pairings so they should both get their air time ;) Lucky you guys, double smut feature (with hilarity of course)
Bruce blinked a few times, sitting in his usual spot with the recent newspaper still only opened past the front page. Not terribly long ago, probably less than 30 minutes actually, he and Clint had caught Steve and Tony in the hallway, moaning and grinding like teenagers. Now? Now he sat staring into the empty spaces of his mind as he heard the increasing volume of the two Asgardians getting their rocks off. Clearly Loki had never been told to keep it down when other people were in the same freaking building because his climactic scream was one for the records.
The entire room was silent otherwise; Clint and Natasha sat together on the couch a few feet away from Bruce, also staring blankly at the space in front of them. They waited awkwardly as Thor's voice filled the void when Loki needed to take a breath and slowly the climax ended, leaving the room truly silent. Bruce cleared his throat and went back to his reading, trying to pretend he hadn't just heard that.
Natasha looked at the two men who appeared completely uncomfortable in their own skin as they attempted to act like none of that had just happened. She raised an eyebrow wondering briefly how they could even attempt it, possibly because they were a little more closed-minded. She smirked and looked down at the book in her hands, "You know," Natasha easily broke the silence, her tone even and in no way telling. "Rogers and Stark are probably doing it much kinkier."
"AH! NAT!" Clint shouted, swatting at her for her awful words. "Why would you say that!"
Bruce couldn't help but crack a grin, "Knowing Tony it's probably worse than that."
"I have a very imaginative brain, you know, and I can remember images better than anything else so stop putting them in my head!" Clint buried his face in his hands and tried to drown out the continued descriptors from his teammates, both Bruce and Natasha going out of their way to detail the dirty little dance that Tony was teaching their captain, tormenting him and getting their minds off the brothers' love making.
Steve gasped and fumbled with the handle on Tony's door as the genius ground against his backside lewdly, hands snaking around Steve's torso, one moving straight for the captain's left nipple, pinching the hardened nub playfully while the other hand slipped below Steve's belt again. "Ahh! Tony..." His face was flushed and still felt like it was heating up beyond what was normal, "Oh my..." The rough workman's hand grasping and barely even stroking him was enough to overcome his embarrassment from moments earlier. His hips twitched forward in a less-than subtle portrayal of his experience with anything sexual. He was excited, heart racing and blood pumping harder and faster as he threw the door open, turning around, effectively ripping Tony's grip away from him. In a swift movement the surprised playboy was in his arms and being carried to the luxurious bed.
"Whoa!" Tony exclaimed, surprised at the unexpected turn around. He wasn't sure what he thought Steve would do but it definitely wasn't aggression. And aggression wasn't entirely accurate, either. Steve was happy, horny, and inexperienced with this, meaning every hormonal instinct would take over and in Steve's case that meant being the man. Testosterone was not lacking in this one.
When Steve dropped Tony into the sheets, going down with him to pin him there, Tony found himself breathless as the gorgeous blonde adjusted his position. The most honest blue eyes shifted to look into his and Tony could hardly stand the intensity of them, losing himself quickly to a rush of emotions and a million other things. He'd normally cut straight to the sex, hell, he'd intended to. But this... there had to be something special about this, something about Steve Rogers brought out the best and worst in him all at once. He wanted ruin something as perfect as his nervous and aroused partner, he wanted to break Steve down, dirty him in ways a man never should be. He couldn't quite say why he wanted it, probably because this man made him feel smaller, like he was less of a person in so many different ways in comparison. It hurt his ego, bruised his pride and damaged his self esteem. But then again, maybe he was mistaking those things for being a little more humble.
"Steve," Tony muttered softly as the soldier kissed down his neck, a sweet and massaging motion that might have been meant to be more pressing but Steve didn't quite know how to properly apply how worked up he was. "Hey..." Tony's tone shifted slightly and the sound of uncertainty had Steve nearly off him in seconds.
"Tony? What's wrong?" Steve asked suddenly very concerned, he glanced down at where he'd been kissing and back up with a furrowed brow, "Did I do something?"
"No it's..." Tony rubbed his face trying to find the words, "Steve, be honest, could you ever really be with someone like me? I mean I'm not exactly your definition of a great man-"
Steve's palm gently covered Tony's mouth, a knowing smile on his slightly reddened lips, "Shh, Tony. I know where you're going with this."
It was Tony's turn to furrow his brow, curious brown eyes scanning Steve's face for an inkling of whether or not the soldier really understood.
"You don't think I believe you're a good man, or you're comparing yourself to me or a memory of someone else far too much." Steve uncovered the genius' mouth then and shook his head, hand cupping Tony's cheek tenderly, "You are an incredible man, Tony. You are loud and can be very selfish but I know that you'll always do the right thing in the end, since I met you that's what I've seen. Over and over you might act like an ass and be as obnoxious as anything I've ever encountered, but I know you're a caring and considerate person. I really like you, and I've been a pretty good judge of character so far."
Tony felt the butterflies and knots disappear with those words, Steve had seen exactly what he was feeling and said exactly what he needed to disperse it. "Thanks, Steve." Tony closed his eyes and nuzzled the strong hand holding his face, finding comfort there.
"We don't have to-"
"We do." Tony reached down and palmed at Steve's groin again, his vigour coming back in full force, blood rushing south again now that his ego had been stroked a few times. "You'll find a way to chicken out if I don't make you do this now."
Steve groaned again, his pelvis rolling forward into the touch several times before he gained a little more control over his mind. He started undoing his pants and pulled them down, Tony taking the same cue and quickly undressing. The playboy glanced over at his captain as the much larger man revealed his impressive length, engorged and heavy, that thick vein pulsing up the shaft like an invitation. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." Tony breathed mostly to himself about Steve though complimenting your partner was always a good idea.
Steve's face tinted even darker, his ears completely consumed in pink and red hues, the blush even encroaching on his neck. Obviously he wasn't used to that kind of flattery, or he'd never really taken it seriously until Tony had offered it. "Thank you," he glanced down at himself sheepishly then back at Tony's lithe form waiting for him on the bed. He swallowed past a lump in his throat, feeling a stronger twitch in his nether regions as he pictured what he was going to do to this man, the way he'd touch him and learn him. It felt like a huge deal and at the same time more comfortable than anything else. "I... I think you're beautiful, Tony." Steve smiled shyly and nearly melted his partner with it.
"Oh my god," Tony covered his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, how could someone so drop-dead sexy also be the cutest man he'd ever met? "Get over here." Tony ordered and as Steve approached he went straight for his cock again, thumb circling the tip immediately, coaxing out pre-cum and massaging the natural lubricant into his motions, speeding up and pumping the stiffened extension of his leader's body. Steve shuddered and nearly collapsed onto the bed, catching himself by extending a shaky arm, moving further onto the bed even though Tony didn't let up on him. Waves of pleasure continually rocked his unprepared form, repeatedly making him stop to collect himself before falling over. He was barely half way over the playboy as his muscles spasmed and he shivered to a complete stop.
"T-Tony..." Steve moaned and tensed a little more, a long moan rolling out of him, a sound he wasn't used to making. "Slow down, I-I think I -AH! OH my- Tony!" He cried out as he suddenly reached orgasm, Tony's hand not stalling in any way, in fact it'd sped up and stroked harder as hot bursts of cum splattered between them. Steve bucked forward into Tony's grip quickly, as he shuddered through the rest of his high, nearly collapsing as his thighs and arms trembled.
"Wow, you really weren't kidding with that virgin thing." Tony mused with a smile, his hand slowly shifting to his own dick, using Steve's release as a lube for himself. He couldn't quite explain what it was about Steve's face during that, the little screwed up way his eyebrows lifted, eyes closed, mouth open and just how he had no idea what to do with himself. "Just fucking gorgeous..."
Steve panted a little and glanced down at Tony's hand, swatting at it, "Hey, that's my job."
Tony grinned and lifted away from his throbbing erection, "Right, sorry."
"And I... I wouldn't have... come that soon if you hadn't..." Steve stuttered embarrassingly, his cheeks still as red as ever.
"Calm down," Tony leaned up and pressed their lips together, Steve relaxing into it and moaning softly. "Besides," Tony whispered after they separated, his eyes alight with devious thoughts, "This way you're spent and I get to top first."
Steve gaped at him, still in shock as Tony flipped them around, pinning the soldier into the bed. Still sticky hands pressed against the inside of Steve's thighs, spreading them open for him. "Just sit pretty for a second," Tony instructed as he moved to his bedside table, fishing for the lubricant he usually kept there. He'd done anal before, he knew how it worked and knew even better that he didn't want a fumbling virgin attempting it for the first time on him without something to base it off.
The captain waited patiently, watching in harmless amusement as Tony tossed out several empty bottles of lube. "How often do you..." Steve muttered, making a gesture referring to what they were about to do, "You know..."
"Often enough," Tony replied after finding one that he'd be able to get a good use out of. "Here we go," he walked over to the bed again and repositioned himself between the heated muscled legs of a leader he didn't always appreciate as much as he should. Because really? Damn, what an amazing view he had. An already half-hard cock waiting for him, apparently Steve was easy enough to arouse even just thinking about sex, the long stretch following the first noticeable body part was just a vast expanse of rippling muscles, gorgeous creases, all leading up to a very cute and handsome face with the prettiest blue eyes gazing down at him. Yep, Tony would argue to the ends of the earth that this was the perfect view.
"What should I do?" Steve asked a little anxiously, "I don't... I mean, I haven't been able to pleasure you yet."
Tony smiled at that, what an adorable thing to say. "Steve, I'm about to fuck you, don't worry about it."
Steve's face returned the same bright red it had been during all of the first parts of their sexual encounters, Tony was wondering what he'd be like once he was used to it, probably closer to sexy than cute but that wasn't such a bad thing really. "Oh... well next time let me get some practice in." Steve mumbled.
"Definitely," Tony leaned down to trail kisses along Steve's jaw and down his neck, skipping a lot of the good things to work his way to the stiff hip bone of his partner and as he distracted Steve with another long drag of his tongue up the length of a new erection Tony pressed excessively lubed fingers to the tight passage anticipating his arrival. Steve gasped softly when the cold fluid made contact with a part of him that had never been touched before. He let out a low moan as Tony expertly slipped a digit inside, carefully working at the strong and stubborn muscles of his anus.
Steve squirmed frequently as the process continued, Tony vaguely paying attention to the imposing blood-swollen weight standing at attention in his face, nipping at it intermittently to keep Steve into it. "Almost ready, big guy." Tony muttered after pushing three fingers inside, wriggling them and stretching the opening until he was satisfied that he'd still get plenty of friction. Steve was pretty strong; chances were pretty good he'd appreciate the extra strain.
"Tony..." Steve whispered breathlessly, his skin felt like it was on fire and he had no clue how he should be moving or if he should even be enjoying the new sensations this much. To have that kind of pressure inside him, even the small amount Tony's fingers gave him; it felt too close to be casual and amazing enough that part of him thought expletives might be appropriate. He didn't, of course. Cursing wasn't part of his character.
Just as he was starting to really enjoy and appreciate the intimacy of Tony's touch it was gone, leaving him feeling uncomfortably empty. He whimpered in complaint, a pathetic little noise that had the playboy's attention as he slicked himself up. "Make that sound again," Tony demanded and Steve listened, another pitiful whine slipping his lips, this time more theatrical and pleading. "Damn it, you sound fucking gorgeous too." Tony smiled, crawling above his soon-to-be lover, taking in the sight one more time before making it dramatically better.
He angled himself appropriately, the head of his cock pressed just enough against Steve's entrance to earn him further endearing noises and moans. Tony smiled and stopped hesitating; thrusting into the hot, tight space without worrying that it'd hurt his partner. Steve cried out immediately, head thrown back and forehead crinkled from the sudden shock of pleasure.
"Oh my god!" Steve gasped and panted, his hips jutting upward for more, Tony took note that it was the first time he'd heard the captain curse, he made sure to keep track of the number of times he could make that happen. His personal goal was to make sure Steve let go and said a few things he otherwise never would. "Tony! Ohhhh Tony!" Steve's shoulders were pressed back in to the sheets, his head pushing down just as hard, tossed this way and that as he was wracked with new feelings, thrilling and jarring sensations that Tony didn't let up on. The playboy slammed into Steve, knowing the super soldier could take as much as he could give and then some, might as well make the first time memorable.
"Scream for me, baby." Tony grunted, his hands planted firmly into the bed to hold himself up, finding that being on his hands and knees didn't quite give him the leverage he wanted.
Steve whimpered and mewled first, moaning and whining Tony's name as he squirmed and thrust back in rhythm with his partner's body. He wasn't getting enough stimulation to scream, Tony decided, and lifted the captain's legs up, resting them over his shoulders and propping himself up on his knees. He grabbed Steve's hips firmly and with as much strength as he could muster he slammed in again, pulling Steve's firm body against his at the same time.
That got the scream he wanted. The sounds of the usually very reserved and collected Captain America finally letting lose, getting a relief he'd never felt before, were more than enough to get Tony to the edge of his climax. He knew that Steve was definitely over sensitive by now; a virgin couldn't usually take this kind of pounding so when Tony actually hit the soldier's prostate it was almost scary. Steve had arched his back, his weight on Tony's shoulders, and his mouth was open but his body was so shocked he couldn't even make a sound, muscles spazzed out, his legs slipping off his partner to support himself better though there wasn't a single cell in him that knew what to do with this feeling. His stomach and chest were soon coated white; some had even splattered high enough to wet his face a little.
Tony shuddered into his orgasm soon after, seeing the captain come on his own face was a little too much, not to mention the astounding pressure he was feeling as he rammed his leader's ass repeatedly. In a long and satisfied moan he dropped onto Steve's chest, ignoring the splat sound that occurred when he had. Steve was still panting like he'd just run a marathon, chest heaving up and down erratically as he tried to get a grip on himself. Entirely unaware of the volume he'd reached or things he screamed, all he knew was that he felt amazing and he didn't want that to ever change.
"Tony," he mumbled softly as he rolled his head to look down at the pleased expression on his lover's face. "You are incredible."
"No, Steve, I'm pretty sure that'd be you." Tony corrected as he crawled up to be able to kiss the man he'd grown to admire over the years. "I've never known a man as kind as you or as generous. I swear, if you did any other good deed before I managed to steal your innocence you'd have put every angel to shame."
Steve smiled at that and leaned his head against Tony's tiredly, "Hey Tony?" He whispered as he closed his eyes, hardly even caring how messy and dirty he was. He'd never imagined he'd be here now, if anyone had told him the day before that he'd end up covered it semen laying next to Tony in bed he'd have probably punched them for being so inconsiderate. But here he was, coated in the sticky white substance, all of which was his aside from what leaked out of him, and laying comfortably beside his crush. It was more than he would have asked for.
"Yeah?" Tony tilted his head a moment to look at the peaceful expression that looked it like was permanently glued to his lover's face.
"I want you to be my boyfriend," Steve's eyes fluttered open again, making contact with Tony's in an intense gaze that nearly made the playboy look away. "Go out with me?"
Tony collected himself and nodded, "Definitely, I'd be honoured."
Steve's smile was so sweet, it lit up his face in a way Tony wished he could capture, and then he remembered he had JARVIS who would have filmed this if the AI was listening properly. He'd be able to snapshot that expression, blow it up and digitally paste it on his wall, see it every day. And then again, if he treated Steve right, he'd be able to see that smile every morning, noon and night. Steve Rogers was now his boyfriend.
"OH my god!" Clint shouted after the Captain's sexual cries even penetrated the fairly sound proof room he was in. "What is with these people! We just got back from fighting in some other dimension and the two pairs go off to have sex? The two pairs with the most injured of our group amongst them? I don't get it."
"Sex is very relaxing," Bruce muttered in response, again attempting to ignore the fact that somehow Tony was making their leader squeal like that, "And both Steve and Loki heal faster than regular humans do so they're doing a lot better than they were."
"Except if they had been normal people at the time they would have died." Clint argued, "They should take it easy and maybe consider they're scarring the rest of us for life while they're at it."
Natasha chuckled and shook her head, "Did you want us to describe what Tony's doing in there?"
"No! NO!" Clint waved his hands in front of his face frantically, "Absolutely not."
"Then shut up." Bruce's words had a bit of venom in them though his face was smiling as always.
"Right... I don't think I'll be able to look at them normally for a while." Clint muttered, moving to the TV to try and drown out the rest of his mind and dumb it down to nothing.
Author's Note2:
Okay no one complain that Thor and Loki aren't in this one as much *points at you all* seriously, none lol They're sleeping, let them sleep