So...I got a request infinitio umbras in lux lucis for Steve to draw Tony, so I figured I could do that and try to add sex while I'm at it because I have to start somewhere, right? RIGHT?
And without further ado, I present it. My first sex scene. It is rather censored because it's FF, but the uncensored version can be found on AO3 here: archiveofourown dot org slash works slash 1080725/chapters/2181395
I must thank marmotje for being a sympathetic ear and listening to my crying when I was writing this. Neither of us had any idea how to do a sex scene, but she was a great help for cheering me on.
(The TV insisted on being included; don't look at me.)
"Can I draw you?"
"Like now?"
"Well…" Steve flushed lightly, eyes dropping momentarily before lifting to meet Tony's.
"Oh, you mean naked." Tony looked like all his Christmases had come a year early. "Where do you want me?"
"Naked and sweaty!" the TV hollered.
Tony flapped a hand in its direction without looking. "You shut up."
"Talk dirty to me, baby. You know how hot it gets me."
"Shall we have another seminar on sexual harassment?" JARVIS asked primly.
"Red light!" the TV screeched, its screen flashing blue in indignant protest before it walked out as fast as possible.
Steve stared after it. "Should we?"
"Nah. JARVIS's got it." Tony waved a dismissive hand, his not-so-inconsiderable focus zeroed in on Steve. "So?" he prompted.
It didn't take Steve much time to remember the original topic. "The bedroom?"
"Why, Captain," Tony purred, grinning sinfully and making Steve's heart skip several beats, "are you going to draw me like one of your French girls?"
"You're the first," Steve said painfully honestly, mouth dry.
Tony didn't say anything, but his eyes softened. He leaned in to kiss Steve softly on the cheek, and Steve felt his cheeks warm.
"You want to do this now?" Tony asked quietly, his breath fanning Steve's ear.
There was no one else around and hadn't been for hours, undoubtedly because they'd sensed that something would be going on that should not be walked in on. It had only been a day since Steve had jumped Tony in his workshop, but it seemed like so much longer.
"Do you mind?" Steve's fingers twitched in eager anticipation. The thought of capturing Tony in all his beauty on paper – and sans clothes – was something Steve had only dreamed of.
"Hell, no." Tony shot him a grin that practically turned Steve's bones to liquid mush.
It was great force of will that Steve pulled himself together enough to follow after Tony.
"Your room or mine?" Tony asked over his shoulder.
Steve's brain stuttered momentarily at the thought of Tony stretched out on his bed, his sheets molded around Tony's body and his muscles rippling while he rolled under Steve.
Or on top. Steve really wasn't picky.
"Steve?" Tony's voice was gentle, and it brought Steve back to himself long enough to realize he'd been quiet a moment too long.
"My room," Steve said quickly, feeling warm all over. His little daydream still drifted at the edges of his awareness, but that wasn't the only reason. His drawing supplies were in that room, so it was most convenient to go there.
"Okay," Tony agreed, stopping long to wait until he could unexpectedly palm Steve's butt and give him a deep kiss.
There was a loud wolf whistle from behind them. "Can I join?"
Tony pulled away from Steve, a faint frown on his face. "JARVIS?"
"My apologies, sir." JARVIS addressed the TV next, "I am aware of no less than a hundred different ways to take you offline permanently."
"You shall not catch me, Count Olaf!" the TV screeched. It ran off before either Tony or Steve could blink.
Steve raised an eyebrow. "What has it been watching?"
"Some really bad movies." Tony's lips twitched. "And porn. A lot of porn."
Steve wondered how the TV had gotten hold of porn just like that without alerting anyone.
He made a surprised noise a second later when Tony's hand tightened on his butt. "Tony?" He sounded rather breathless.
Tony shot him a devilish grin, completely aware of the effect of his presence on Steve. "Shall we get started? JARVIS will make sure our little troublemaker doesn't interrupt us."
"I shall endeavor to do my best, sir," JARVIS said. "The television is currently attempting to draw the toaster into 'a love match of truly epic proportions.'"
"Let me know how that works out," Tony said, placing a warm kiss against the sensitive spot behind Steve's jaw line that had him shivering.
"Shouldn't we be worried?" Steve asked, unable to keep the quiver out of his voice.
"About the TV?" Tony gave a dismissive scoff. "Has to learn about heartbreak one way or another." He looked up at Steve through half-lowered eyelashes. "I'm much more interested in you."
Steve's eyes darted down to Tony's lips, which were flushed and marked from all the making out they'd been doing. And right on the side of his neck was a deep hickey Steve had spent a good ten minutes worrying at.
"Are you?" His voice was husky.
Tony's grin was quicksilver, and he leaned in to place one more warm, lingering kiss right where Steve couldn't help but shudder. "I am." The words were a whisper.
And that was it. Steve shifted enough so he could heft Tony up and carry him to the bedroom. Tony let out a surprised laugh and wrapped his arms around Steve's neck.
"Impatient?"
Steve didn't answer in favor of opening his door and slipping inside the room. Once the door was shut, he set Tony down, turning around and pushing him up against it, dipping his head to capture Tony's mouth in a deep kiss. His hands slipped up Tony's waist and under his tank top to trail over the knobs of his spine.
Tony bit at Steve's lower lip, hands tangling in the strands of Steve's hair and tugging sharply enough that Steve let out a gasp, his head tilting back. He whimpered when he felt teeth graze against his pulse point shortly before Tony started sucking.
"Tony…" His voice was far too breathy for the little amount of necking they'd been doing.
And then Tony stopped, pulling away despite the half-voiced protest Steve let out. He was breathing heavily and his pupils were so dilated only a rim of brown remained.
"You wanted to draw me?" He sounded entirely too unaffected for Steve's taste.
Two could play at that game, though.
Taking a deep breath, Steve told himself to calm down. A certain part of his anatomy was unwilling to cooperate as well as it should have, but Steve was comforted with the fact that even Tony couldn't hide his excitement in that area.
"Right." Steve was proud how even his voice was.
Tony's lips slanted up into a small smile. "How do you want me?"
Now, Steve almost said, but that wasn't right. On his bed was a definite yes, but not for sex. Not at the moment anyway.
Though Steve didn't know how he'd be able to resist with those gorgeous muscles on display.
"On the bed," Steve said eventually, forcing himself to take a step back and think about what exactly he wanted to do.
"Clothes?"
Steve hesitated for only a second before saying, "Take it all off."
Tony inhaled sharply before taking hold of his tank top and pulling it off in one smooth motion, holding Steve's gaze the entire time. The heat in his eyes had Steve shifting uncomfortably against his jeans. And when Tony slipped his thumbs inside the waistband of the sweatpants and slowly slid them down, Steve found himself swallowing hard.
He was not jumping Tony. Not before he got what they had come in here for in the first place.
Tracing his eyes up Tony's slim and well-defined legs, Steve met Tony's dark eyes. "Lie down on the bed," he said before Tony could ask.
Tony threw him a sultry smirk but said nothing, turning to walk to the bed and giving Steve a beautiful view of his well-defined ass.
Pad. He needed his sketchpad and pencils.
Tearing his eyes off Tony leisurely stretching himself out on the bed, Steve went to his desk and picked up the sketchpad and pencil he always had lying there. He pulled the chair over to the side, giving him a perfect view of the bed and Tony lying like a king in it.
Tony had stretched out to lie on his side, propping his head up with a hand. He was utterly shameless and completely confident, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips.
"This good?" he asked.
"Uh…" The words stuck in his throat, and he glanced down at his sketchpad, quickly flicking it open to a blank page. "On your stomach?"
Tony wordlessly complied, the movement doing all sorts of sinful things to his muscles.
"Rest your weight on your elbows?"
Thankfully Tony didn't need any further instructions, propping himself up on his elbows, the motion defining every muscle in his back. He shot Steve an amused grin upon seeing the way he swallowed.
"That's – that's good." Aside from the stutter, Steve's voice was even. He looked down at the blank sheet and put his pencil down to it, eyes flickering up to Tony ever so often as he carefully began to outline his lover's general shape.
Tony was amazingly still. For someone so filled with energy and practically incapable of sitting down for a board meeting, he showed no sign that being so still was a hardship. His eyes were half-lidded and dark, and a small smile tugged at his lips.
Steve remained focused on the movement of his pencil over the sheet, eyes flickering back and forth between the outline on his pad and the actual person lying in his bed. Now that he was in the groove, it was so much easier to focus on the actual act of drawing and not on the pure sexual appeal Tony oozed. He was still flushed with arousal and aching, but it was inconsequential next to the act of putting Tony to paper for the first time like this.
He rubbed a thumb over the lines of Tony's back, smudging the lead a tad to match with the natural shadows playing over Tony's muscles.
Tony's face was the last thing he drew in. He started with the outline of his eyes, the most expressive part of Tony. He could see worlds in those eyes whenever he tried.
Then came his eyebrows and the line of his nose and his lips. The very last thing he drew in were Tony's eyes themselves, glinting with arousal and sharp intelligence and warmth. It was that last that drew more shivers from Steve than anything else.
Tony noticed, and he tilted his head slightly to the side, lips parted a hair's breadth. "Done?"
Steve's tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he looked down at the almost finished drawing. There were parts that were still rather sketchy and other places where the shading could be smoother, but Tony's face – the most important part of the drawing – was done.
Gaze flickering back to Tony, Steve carefully placed the sketchpad aside and set the pencil next to it. Then in one smooth, sinuous motion, he stood and approached the bed, Tony meeting him halfway in a deep kiss.
Tony's mouth was hot and wet, his tongue deftly encouraging Steve's to join in the proceedings, and his hands tugged at Steve's shirt, drawing it over his chest. They parted long enough for the article of clothing to be discarded before meeting again, Steve pressing Tony down into the mattress this time.
One hand tangled in Tony's dark hair, the other sliding over Tony's chest and running fingers over the scars from the surgery he'd had to remove the arc reactor and shrapnel. Steve didn't linger, tracing out a path to Tony's nipples, drawing out pleased moans.
"Pants," Tony murmured against Steve's lips. "Take your pants off."
Panting, Steve lifted his hips enough to give Tony room to push them down. He kicked them off as soon as he could, returning his attention to Tony's lips.
Tony's hands smoothed over Steve's back, digging in-between his shoulder blades, and he arched, pressing up against Steve, drawing moans out of both of them.
Steve broke away from Tony's mouth to trail kisses down Tony's neck, licking the hollow of Tony's neck and nipping at his collarbones. He moved down to kiss Tony's shoulder, a hand moving underneath Tony to explore how his muscles shifted with each and every movement.
And then he was on his back, dazedly looking up at a grinning and flushed Tony.
"Isn't this better," Tony purred, rubbing his hands over Steve's breasts and tweaking his nipples. He leant down to nip playfully at Steve's lips. "What do you want?" he whispered against them.
"What?" Steve could barely think.
"What"—Tony accompanied the word with a sinuous roll of his hips that had Steve bucking—"do you"—he lightly bit Steve's neck—"want to do?" He grinned playfully up at Steve, eyes dark with arousal.
Steve surged up to tangle a hand in Tony's hair and pull him into a hot kiss. "Just this. This."
Tony reached down, his calloused palm creating glorious friction that had Steve's breath hitching and Tony laughing breathlessly.
"Tony," Steve groaned, his head dropping to Tony's shoulder. "Please."
"Please what, darling?"
"Please stop teasing." Steve gasped into Tony's warm skin, biting down on his shoulder with a muffled moan when Tony's grip tightened.
"Lie back for me," Tony murmured in Steve's ear.
Steve dropped so fast that he would've felt embarrassed if he wasn't so desperate for Tony to just move his hand.
"That's it, babe." Tony leaned down and kissed him, working his lips open and drawing Steve's tongue into his mouth and sucking it. His other hand trailed over Steve's chest and tweaked his nipples before tangling in the hairs at Steve's nape and pulling.
"Tony." Steve gasped helplessly, bucking desperately into his grip. "Please."
"There's so much I want to do to you," Tony said, shifting so his entire body was pressed against Steve. "I'll be so good for you, Steve; I'm gonna blow your mind—"
The words fell out of Steve's mouth before he could stop them: "Then why aren't you doing it?"
Tony laughed, grinning. "Cheeky."
Steve reached up to cup the back of Tony's neck and pull him into another wet kiss, this time pushing his own way into Tony's mouth. He reached down to do some of his own teasing, feeling rather triumphant when the action resulted in a muffled groan.
"Okay." Tony gasped into Steve's mouth, hips grinding against Steve's. "No more teasing."
Steve's reply was lost in a wordless cry.
It was messy and graceless. Their rhythm faltered more than once, and Steve could no more stop the whimpers and moans than he could keep his eyes off Tony's face.
Flushed and panting and gleaming with sweat, Tony grinned down at him before dipping his head to lick into Steve's mouth, grinding his hips into Steve's.
It was Tony's clever fingers that did Steve in.
His entire body arching in a bow as pleasure coursed through every single one of his senses. He might have cried out loud; there was no way to be sure.
"Oh, fuck, Steve."
He collapsed back on the bed in a dazed mess. He could feel Tony's warm weight resting on him and the sloppy kisses pressed against his collarbones.
"That was so damn hot," Tony muttered against his skin. "You should've seen your face, Steve."
Tiredly, Steve moved a hand to stroke it through Tony's hair. He opened his eyes, not realizing he'd closed them in the first place.
He shifted his leg, pressing it up against Tony. Instead of meeting the hard length he'd expected, he touched something soft. Surprised, his eyes met Tony's, who was grinning rather dopily.
"Came right after you," Tony said, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of Steve's mouth. "You looked amazing."
Steve huffed out a breathless laugh.
"No, don't." Tony half-heartedly slapped a hand against Steve's chest. "You were awesome."
"I'm glad," Steve said softly, pressing a soft kiss to Tony's temple. The mess on his stomach was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
As if reading his mind, Tony grabbed a corner of his sheet and rubbed it over Steve's stomach and then his own, wiping away most evidence of their earlier activities.
"Tony," Steve said, not able to bring himself to sound as chiding as he should.
"We can do the next round in my bed," Tony said, snuggling up against Steve and drawing up the rest of the blankets to cover themselves with.
Steve's heart skipped a beat at the thought, and Tony gave a small smirk, pressing a soft kiss into Steve's neck.
"I can wear the shirt," Tony said into his skin. "Don't think I didn't notice the way you were looking at it."
"I'm sold," Steve said, turning so he could properly kiss Tony.
...Is it as crappy as I think it is? Please let me know now so that I can decide whether or not to put more practice in before I inevitably write that sex scene for the mutant!Tony series.
To everyone who follows me on tumblr, thank you for being so understanding with my increasingly panicked text posts before I eventually just gave up and posted an excerpt. (monicaop21, this means you. *heart*)