The next morning, even after following all of Steve's instructions, Tony still felt like he'd been run over. He trudged his way to the kitchen and sat at the bar, letting his head thunk down. "You lied." He grunted at Steve, who was looking peppy as ever, jackass, and was cooking breakfast again.
"If you're feeling like this, imagine how bad you'd feel if you had just gone to bed." He hummed, handing him coffee and more meds.
Tony groaned again. "No, you said you wouldn't hurt me." He said, taking the meds and downing a half cup of coffee. "News flash, I hurt." He said, letting his head fall again
"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but most of that is because someone decided to use you as a punching bag" Steve teased.
Tony looked up and pouted "low blow, Cap, low blow"
"Nope I taught you high blows" Steve winked, laughing as he put a plate of food in front of Tony who rolled his eyes fondly and began to eat slowly
Steve hummed, keeping an eye on him as he ate. "Where is sore?"
"Everywhere." He sighed "Going to kiss it better?" He teased, taking another bite of toast
"If you're a good boy" he grinned. "Do you want me to massage the muscles lose?"
Tony huffed "I'm always a good boy," he said and was about to reply 'no I'm fine' but it came out "Yes please" He even groaned the words.
Steve grinned widely, leaning forward. "Then eat up and we'll go take care of you"
Tony blushed and finished a decent amount of his food. "I can't eat anymore." He said with a content sigh. "Where do you want me?" He asked, getting off the stool with a groan, fighting the blush down, he really needed to word things better.
"Take off your shirt and lay on your stomach on the chaise. That way I get to both sides," he instructed. Tony nodded, stripping his shirt as he was told, laying down. Steve grabbed some lotion before patting Tony's shoulder, slowly starting to rub his arms. Tony groaned at the feeling of Steve's hands on him, unable to keep himself from arching into the touch. "Mmm, they're bunching for sure" Steve murmured, finishing Tony's arms before moving to his calves. Tony let out a soft whine, his leg muscles were hurting but he knew they'd feel better when Steve was done.
"I've got you" he whispered, slowly moving up to his thighs. Tony sucked in a breath, biting his lip and forcing his body not to react to Steve's hands. Steve moved slowly, moving to straddle Tony's thighs, working on kinks on his lower back.
Tony groaned "that feels amazing" he moaned out, arching slightly. Steve bit his lip, trying to tamp down the surge of arousal that curled up his spine as he worked out the knots, scooting up a bit more as he trailed hands up Tony's back. Tony let his face fall into the sheets "Jesus Steve." He groaned "Your hands are magic". Steve's mouth was parted as he moved, fingers kneading firmly as he memorized each noise Tony let slip. Tony let out a soft whimper when Steve his a particularly sensitive area. "You're too good at this" he groaned appreciatively. Steve swallowed hard, moving a bit so he was straddling Tony's lower back. Tony bit his lip to keep any more obscene sounds from coming out as he arched shamelessly into Steve's hands
"Feel good?" He asked, his voice coming out rougher.
"Mhm," he whimpered out with a groan. "I could get used to this" he murmured.
Steve chuckled huskily. "Anytime, Tones."
"All the time?" He asked hopefully with a small laugh.
"Well, we have to stop for food breaks" he teased, digging his thumbs into a large knot between his shoulder blades.
Tony laughed at Steve's joke. "Ahh!" Tony breathed out, arching his back.
"There we go. This one is much tighter than the rest, had this one long?" He asked, leaning into the massage.
"Leaning over the workbench?" He offered a little breathlessly
Steve clenched his eyes shut at the mental image of Tony bent over that workbenches. "I can see why then"
"Mhm" tony hummed, licking his lips and still fighting his body's urges, he was not about to get hard with Captain America straddling him.
Steve let out a careful breath, leaning down to whisper in Tony's ear as he dug at the knot "I'll do this every day if it'll help"
Tony let out a soft moan, shivering at the feeling of Steve's breath on his ear "Id like that" he murmured without even thinking.
Steve smiled, slipping his hands up to rest on his shoulders on either side of his neck, thumbs rubbing at the base. "Good."
Tony rolled his neck, groaning happily "Wish you never had to stop" he mumbled with a content sigh
"Mmm, I won't for now," Steve said. Tony made a happy noise, shifting a little to get more comfortable and Steve kept up his motions, rocking into each rub as he found another knot.
"Yesss." Tony moaned "right there" He groaned out, arching his back again. Steve groaned himself, holding himself in check so he didn't start grinding against Tony's ass. "Steve" Tony moaned softly "that feels so good" he murmured. Steve dug firmly into the knot, unconsciously pushing Tony's back into a sharp arch, his weight settling where he was straddling Tony's ass. Tony arched obediently into Steve's fingers, letting out a breathy moan. Steve closed his eyes, the noise making him have to clench his teeth to keep from taking more. "This is better than sex" Tony groaned.
"Oh, really?" He smirked
Tony blushed "It might be." He said defiantly
"Hmmm" Steve pressed deeper into the knot, leaning over to whisper in Tony's ear. "Are you sure?"
Tony whimpered "P-possibly" He groaned.
"Then obviously you've not had a proper fucking" Steve grinned, eyes darkened even as he forced himself 'down'
Tony rose up to meet him instinctively "Tsk tsk," Tony said breathlessly "That kind of language from America's sweetheart" he scolded playfully.
"If only America knew how Steve Roger was." He teased.
Tony chuckled "They'd pass out"
"They'd be in for a big surprise that's for sure." Steve laughed.
Tony had never really seen this side of Steve, felt like the blonde was flirting with him. He really liked it. "Less talking, more massaging." He pouted. Steve chuckled, grinding his thumbs into another knot. "Steve" Tony whimpered our breathlessly, blushing when he realized what he'd sounded like
"You sound..." Steve breathed, digging his fingers again just to drag another sound out.
"A-ah!" He moaned softly "I sound w-what?" He asked, still breathless
"Like pure sin."