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WARNING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT
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That Had Such People
Part XIV – Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart the courage to make love known?
Bright eyed and flushed, Steve allowed himself to be tugged through the throng of people and hurried to keep up with Tony's long-legged stride. True to Tony's prediction, no one dared to stop Captain America.
Steve was barely able to catch his breath as they spilled into the back of the waiting limo. Gasping and laughing, they looked at one another, tension thick between them. Something was different tonight.
Steve felt giddy and lightheaded, like he was drunk, though he'd only had one drink. Irresistibly, irrevocably drawn in, he leaned close, blue eyes flicking from perfect lips to dark eyes and back. Tony, however, was the one who closed the distance, their lips meeting somewhere in the middle. Dark stubble rasped against his own smooth face as a broad hand settled warmly against his lower back, pulling him close. Steve went willingly, settling himself in Tony's lap as he deepened the kiss.
As Tony pulled him closer still, they embraced passionately, lips pressed tightly together. Steve moved nimble fingers to unbutton Tony's jacket, but he hesitated a moment, waiting for permission. He felt the brunet's lips quirk underneath his as Tony's hands moved to Steve's clothing to reciprocate.
Finished wrestling with the buttons, they were tugging shirts out of pants when the limo reached the Tower. When the driver awkwardly cleared his throat, Steve leveled a cool glare at him, while Tony tried to quell the blush creeping up his neck.
Calmly Steve stepped out of the limo, fingers laced with Tony's as they headed for the elevators. Neither said a word until the doors closed and they were headed for Steve's penthouse.
"Where were we?" the blond murmured as he reached out to grab Tony by the lapels of his unbuttoned coat. With surprising strength he pulled the bigger man close and crushed their lips together. The solider went willingly.
Seconds later the doors dinged open and the pair staggered out, never breaking contact. The lights came up dimly as they stumbled in, their clothing suddenly an unwelcome obstacle. Shoes were toed off as eager hands shoved jackets off shoulders, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Dress shirts followed, Tony shrugging out of his suspenders as they steered towards the stairs. Breathlessly they parted, chests heaving as they stared at one another, both in thin undershirts and pants.
It was on the tip of Steve's tongue to suggest they head for the bedroom when suddenly he was scooped into powerful arms as the super soldier took the steps two at a time. Automatically he wrapped his arms around Tony's strong shoulders, secretly pleased by the manhandling. Hiding his grin, Steve kissed and nipped at Tony's neck, feeling the man shudder.
In an instant they were in the large bedroom, and Steve was on the bed with Tony crawling over him, predatory and eager. When the genius tugged at Tony's shirt, the solider pulled it off, tossing the fabric aside.
As Steve's hands fell to Tony's hips, he took the hint and shed his pants, rolling off Steve for a moment to tug off his bothersome socks. Naked now, save for the red boxer briefs he wore, the solider rolled back as Steve tossed aside his own pants. When Tony reached for the hem of Steve's white shirt, though, another pair of hands settled nervously over his.
"I, umm…" Steve started, settling a hand over his arc reactor self-consciously.
"What's wrong?" Tony asked, patiently waiting as the other man collected himself. Calmly and tenderly Tony smiled at him in the dim light of the bedroom. And slowly Tony picked up one slender hand and guided it to settle on the thick scar marring his side.
Steve felt the rough tissue, understanding what Tony was trying to tell him without words. Haltingly Steve reached for the hem of his shirt; as he pulled it off with a shaky breath, his light – now undimmed – illuminated the space between them.
Tony reached out gently, tenderly tracing the edge of the arc reactor, where skin and metal met. Steve shuddered at the touch, biting his lip. Finally, Tony pressed one hand over the light, obscuring its warm glow completely.
"Beautiful," Tony breathed as he leaned in to kiss Steve once more.
Soon worry over his body was the farthest thing from Steve's mind; all he could think about was the man over him, around him, pressing him into the bed.
Tony was moving on instinct now, having already outstripped his previous experience by miles. He'd done his research, as any good tactician would, but theory and practice were two very different things. And when lean arms wrapped around him and pale legs encircled his waist as Steve arched into him… all Tony's carefully laid plans flew out the window.
As Tony ground back, their aching erections rubbed tantalizingly together, still frustratingly clothed. But the solider was in no hurry, even as they kissed and rocked together, pressed tight enough for Steve's metal ring to dig into his chest.
It was long moments before Steve dropped his hands to the elastic waistband of Tony's briefs. The taller man groaned faintly into the kiss as he felt the material snag on his erection. Pulling back slightly, Tony braced his hands on either side of Steve's head, looking down at flushed man below him. Where Tony was all bulk and muscle, Steve was slender and defined. At the sight of his pale skin and the ethereal in the glow of his light, the soldier's breath caught in his throat… Steve was gorgeous.
"Ok?" Steve asked softly the other paused.
"Yes," he returned without hesitation, lifting his hips and allowing Steve to pull his underwear off completely.
Hiding his blush, Tony moved to return the favor and Steve cooperated eagerly, having no qualms about his nudity. Completely naked now, Tony hesitated, unsure where to begin. Sensing his uncertainty, Steve took charge. Flipping them easily, he settled astride strong thighs.
"Just relax, I've got you," Steve said gently. Leaning in, he kissed and nipped already swollen lips before working his way down the strong throat, lavishing attention on old wounds and thick planes of muscles.
Tony tried to keep still, hands clenching and twisting in the sheets as Steve seemed to find every sensitive spot on his body. Twitching and gasping, he couldn't help the little noises of pleasure that fell from his lips.
Steve was enthralled; Tony was so wonderfully responsive – he seemed to love being touched. Emboldened by his control of such a powerful person, Steve moved lower, lapping a line along his abdomen, nosing down the trail of dark hair that led to his ultimate goal. Teasingly Steve bypassed the very noticeable erection, instead kissing muscular thighs, fascinated by every twitch and spasm of muscle under the skin.
"Steve!" the soldier gasped, unintentionally thrusting his hips upward, desperate for some sort of friction.
Huffing a laugh, the genius sent Tony a wicked grin and leaned close once more, puffing a breath across his straining erection. As the man beneath him jerked, chest heaving, Steve finally relented. He licked Tony from root to tip before swallowing as much of him as he could; Tony was not a small man. Steve was half-curious if he was enhanced by the serum or just naturally gifted – whatever it was, though, he was damn happy for it.
Tony felt as if he was coming out of his skin. He was lightheaded, his body taut. Fascinated, he watched as Steve worked over him, lips stretched obscenely by his girth. Instinctively he reached out, wanting to bury his fingers in the blond hair, but hesitated, unsure.
Steve suddenly pulled back with a wet pop. With lips swollen and red, he shot Tony a devilish smirk. Grabbing one of the soldier's hands, Steve encouragingly guided it to settle on his head before returning to his ministrations.
Instinctively threading his fingers through the soft, short locks, Tony thrust shallowly upwards, moans and groans spilling from his lips. "Steve," he gasped, grip tightening before he consciously eased off, mindful of his strength.
The solider had never experienced anything like it; awkward fumbling with paid ladies didn't even come close. These sensations were too new and overwhelming. A familiar tightness settled in his abdomen, had him gasping, biting his lip hard.
Steve took as much as he could, sucking hard, looking up at the face of his lover; Tony was gorgeous in his passion.
"Steve, I -" Tony's hands tightened as he tried to warn Steve he was getting perilously close.
He tried to pull his lover away, but Steve just hummed in acknowledgment and refused to budge.
A low groan rumbled through Tony's chest and he bit down on his lip, tasting blood as he came hard in Steve's mouth.
The genius eagerly swallowed as the hot, bitter fluid splashed down his throat. Humming appreciatively, he gave his new lover a few teasing laps before looking up at the flushed, panting man. Dark, hooded eyes gazed back as Tony tried to catch his breath, and the smaller man prowled back up the powerful body.
"Steve," Tony breathed as his hands settled on slender hips, pulling the blond close.
Steve frowned as he spotted the blood dotting Tony's lips. "Tony," he said, gently leaning in to kiss the bitten lips. Tony eagerly reciprocated as he tasted himself on the lips of the other and felt his flagging erection begin to stir already.
Steve felt it too and pulled back, wide eyed and surprised. "Really?"
Tony chuckled and shrugged his wide shoulders, but was unable to help the flush across his chest and neck. When he'd first changed it almost felt like he was going through puberty all over again; it'd been downright embarrassing, especially in those godforsaken tights. Now, though, he wasn't sure if it was the serum or Steve.
"Yeah," he gasped as Steve rolled his own weeping erection against him. Tony moved his hands up toned hips, tracing across the sleek back, marveling at the strength in that small frame. His suit was so powerful, seemingly indestructible, yet Steve himself was so fragile… A surge of protectiveness shot through Tony as his grip tightened. He rolled his hips again, pressing Steve close.
"Tony, I want you," Steve whispered, biting his ear, leisurely moving his hips, sliding against the once more rock hard super solider.
"Yes," Tony hissed, hands automatically moving to knead Steve's ass, trying in vain to recall the videos he'd watched.
The genius could tell Tony was inexperienced; his reactions were too honest, hesitant, and sweetly adorable. Every careful touch and unsure movement only made Steve want him more. He wanted to show him everything, give him everything… and he would. He vowed he would. Tonight, though, tonight was for them alone.
"There's lube and condoms in the bedside drawer… leave it up to you, but I'm clean," Steve murmured softly, kissing and sucking dark hickies onto skin he knew would heal far too soon.
Tony was reaching for the drawer and paused. "Clean?" he asked, confused.
Amused, Steve cocked his head, "What did you call it in your day? The clap?"
Tony blinked at him, blushing. "Right," he sputtered, a laugh bubbling up as he pulled Steve close, kissing him harsh and quick. "I can't get anything," he grinned, kissing him again before reaching for the drawer.
"Not that it's a worry," he mumbled more to himself than Steve.
The blond hid his wide smile against his neck, suspicions confirmed.
Lube in hand, Tony opened it curiously, squirting some onto his fingers and rubbing them together experimentally, feeling the silky texture. Steve moved to kiss his way up to Tony's ear again.
"Touch me," he urged, raising his ass in the air so the big man couldn't mistake what he was asking.
Tony eagerly brought large, thick digits to press gently against him, massaging the tight ring of muscle carefully. Humming encouragement, Steve pressed back against the fingers. He nudged Tony's chin, kissing him deeply as Tony pressed a single finger inside him, slowly and with infinite care. He was incredibly tight and warm, and Tony gently stretched and loosened him as they kissed and caressed.
Steve tried to relax, arching his back as a second thick finger slid inside him, and moaned at the sensation, pre-cum dribbling from his painfully hard member. He rutted against hard abs as questing fingers suddenly, unintentionally, brushed that sweet spot; Steve gasped, back arching as a fission of pleasure raced down his spine.
"Tony!"
Encouraged by the reaction, the soldier curled his fingers, brushing the spot again and again. Steve writhed in his lap, mind turning to mush as those thick fingers caressed him. Feeling confident, Tony worked a third finger inside, stretching the man further.
The billionaire was falling apart; he wanted… needed Tony desperately. Arching into the fingers, he hurriedly reached for the lube and squeezed some onto his hands before eagerly coating Tony. With one final brush, Tony withdrew his fingers as Steve shifted over top of him. Fascinated, he watched as the blond man slowly, carefully lowered himself onto his thick erection.
Steve gasped as he slid inch by inch down, the burning sting intense for a second before he relaxed and sunk down all the way.
Tony was biting his lip again, trying not to move, fascinated by the pleasured expression on the blond's face.
Pausing to let his body adjust to the thick intrusion, Steve shuddered as Tony shifted a little, a noise close to a whimper bubbling up his throat. Steve moaned and Tony froze.
"Sorry," the big man mumbled, strained. The blond looked down at the man beneath him, the muscles in his neck corded as he strained to be still. Steve wanted to moan again at the sight – all that power, and he knew Tony would be nothing but gentle with him.
Shifting, Steve moved again, setting up a slow rhythm, encouraging Tony to meet him with little sounds of pleasure. His lover picked up on his queues, rolling his hips upward, shifting and changing the angle until…
"Oh, god!" Steve cried and Tony grinned.
Picking up the pace, Steve braced his hands on the wide chest as he rode Tony.
Steve felt so good, so tight, so hot, and god, it was amazing. Grunting, he tightened his grip on the slim hips then moved, flipping them without falling out. Surprised and utterly turned on, Steve looked up at the dark eyes and flushed cheeks as he lifted pale thighs to wrap around his waist. Steve hooked his ankles behind the broad back.
"Yes, Tony," he hissed as the angle changed and the man hit his sweet spot dead on.
Grinning, Tony set a hard, but tender pace as they rocked together. The air thick with the sounds of slick sex, moans and groans spilled from kiss-bruised lips as Steve gasped and pleaded, encouraged, and demanded, more and faster.
Obliging, Tony did just that as he pounded him into the mattress with single-minded determination.
Steve couldn't seem to catch his breath; Tony was above him, filling him, pressing down on him. His senses were on overload, body taut as he teetered on the edge, every fiber of his body demanding release, his overly sensitive member rubbing against the hard planes of Tony's abdomen. Whimpering, he arched as one more direct hit had him falling, the tension suddenly releasing with an almost audible crack as he spilled hotly between them.
Tony felt Steve tighten impossibly around him, hot, slick, and amazing. Limbs tightened as the blond rode out his climax, murmuring a mile a minute in Tony's ear as the big man kept up his pace. His hips began to move erratically, stuttering as Steve bit the lobe of his ear and whispered, "Let go."
Shuddering, he thrust deeply once more before he was coming, his vision graying around the edges. Carefully bracing his arms so he wouldn't crush the man beneath him, Tony dropped his head against Steve's neck, panting as he floated in a pleasant haze. Steve gently caressed his back and arms while they both came down from their high.
Long silent moments passed before slowly, carefully, Tony rolled away, withdrawing tenderly, not missing the wince of pain from his lover.
"Ok?" he asked.
Steve found a crooked grin, "Fine, Tony. It's good… sore, but a good sore."
Nodding, Tony leaned in to kiss him gently before he shimmied off the bed. Steve followed him with his eyes, lazily watching as the muscular body flexed and moved, disappearing into the bathroom. Blue eyes closed and Steve felt a smile stretch his lips, feeling utterly languid and replete.
He must have drifted off because suddenly those strong hands were back and a warm washcloth was wiping him off lovingly. Humming, he tried to open his eyes, but they felt too heavy; he was so warm, and those hands on him felt so wonderful.
After a few moments Tony's touch was gone and Steve managed to crack his eyes, huffing in agitation. He didn't want him gone – he wanted him in bed with him.
A heartbeat later the bed dipped and the hard muscled body was next to him again, and Steve was hauled into warm arms.
"Right here," he muttered and the billionaire was content once more. Wiggling closer, Steve closed his eyes, feeling safe and warm.
Tony could feel Steve relax completely against him as he drifted off. The solider was unable to smother the wide smile stretching his face as he nuzzled soft locks before closing his own eyes, completely content.
This is where he belonged.