"Darlin?" Tony yelled. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of bourbon. He took a big sip from the bottle and slammed it down on the counter. "She hit on you and you tell her it's fine then call her darlin?" Tony took another sip and opened the cabinet containing the plates.
"Tony I-" Before Steve could finish, a plate shattered on the floor in front of his feet. "Tony please let me explain!"
"No!" Tony yelled throwing another plate, this time it hit ground behind him, just missing his right arm. "There is no explaining!" Tony took gulped down more bourbon. "You're an ungrateful, lying, unfaithful, whore!" Tony threw the bottle of alcohol at Steve, which shattered at Steve's feet, and the alcohol spread throughout the floor.
"Clean that mess up." Tony stomped away, and returned with a chair. "Move!" He yelled at Steve, who stood completely still, except he was shaking.
Steve walked towards the lower cabinet containing the cleaning supplies but stopped dead in his tracks when Tony stopped him.
"I didn't say that you could use anything. I want to see you down on your hands and knees. Pick up the glass, then lick up the rest." Tony chuckled to himself. Captain America on his hands and knees licking up a mess. That would be a sight he'd need to cherish.
Steve followed the instructions, first picking up the glass, accidentally cutting his hands a few times when the shaking got worse. He stood up and walked toward the garbage. Tony could see Steve pause and take a breath after looking at his hand probably noticing the blood. Instead of washing his hand, Steve just continued to walk towards the mess and get back on his hands and knees.
"That's it babe. Lick it all up." Tony laughed and pulled out his phone and took a picture. "You've got a damn good tongue Stevie. How about we put it to better use?" Tony stood up and walked to Steve.
"What about this mess?" Steve looked up at Tony who used the opportunity to grab Steve's hair.
"I'll call someone to clean it. Now let's go baby boy." Tony held Steve's hair and pulled, dragging Steve behind struggling. He was trying to walk forward on his knees which was difficult and also trying to prevent his half from being pulled.
Tony couldn't even wait to get into the bedroom before he threw Steve to the ground which sent a loud thud to echo through the room. As Steve pulled himself off the ground, Tony Grabbed himself through his pants.
"Ready to make Daddy happy?" At this remark, Steve's breath quickened. "Stevie, I asked you a question." He said grabbing Steve's jaw in a crushing grip.
"Tony, let's go slow. My jaw." Steve got on his knees and Tony pet his hair.
"Your jaw? Awww does little Steve's jaw hurt?" Tony slapped Steve hard and quick. "Your jaw and mouth is for sucking." Tony gripped Steve's hair and started to undo his zipper.