heroic_jawline | Apartment Above Stark Industries [Stupidly early Christmas Morning]

Steve let out a low moan. "You feel so good. Should wear hideous shirts more often."

Steve, you kinda did.

Tony's shoulders shook a little in the effort to not snicker at that. "Maybe see what wearing my name gets you instead," he said, pressing the heel of his hand down against him to just tease through the fabric.

"I'm betting on extremely pounced on," Steve admitted with a breathy laugh.

"I might have to pin you to the nearest flat surface to blow you," Tony agreed like that was just a normal reaction.

"Tomorrow's run," Steve decided immediately.

How slutty you've turned, Steven.

Shattering the illusions of so many people!

Tony smiled, pressing his hand against him more firmly, fingers loosely curling around the length of him. "You can fuck me hoarse."

Okay, it might all be because Tony was an awful influence on him.

"But I like hearing you talk," Steve murmured, kissing him. "'specially when you're half out of your head."

He smiled into that kiss, deepening it for a moment before needing to take a breath.

"You'll just have to make up for it," Tony replied, slowly working him through the fabric of those ridiculous boxers.

They were better than the Thor's hammer ones?

"I'm not as good at it," Steve demurred.

That pattern was a little too on the nose.

"Practice makes perfect," Tony replied, shifting back off his leg to kneel on the floor in front of him.

Steve's heart started pounding in anticipation. "Tony."

"Best gift is the gift of giving and all that," he teased, placing his hands on Steve's thighs to push them apart so he could slot between his legs.

Steve slid his fingers through Tony's hair. "I love you," he murmured.

Tony smiled at that, sort of ruining the teasing, "I bet you say that to all the boys who get on their knees for you."

He ducked his head, kissing just below Steve's navel as he tugged those boxers down only enough to uncover him. Because getting them all the way off would involve pulling away and that so wasn't happening here. Not when he could brush his cheek against Steve's dick in the most teasing way possible.

"Since it's just you, I--Jesus, Tony, you tease," Steve said.

"I'm enjoying my present," Tony admonished, mouth twisting up into a grin despite his best efforts to look serious about this. He placed one hand on Steve's hip to keep him in place as he curled his other hand around him to start a slow rhythm. "Are you not enjoying this?"

Because he really wanted to make sure you were enjoying this, Steve.

"Very much," Steve sighed, closing his eyes and opening his legs wider.

For some reason, that didn't make the smile go anywhere. Tony turned his head to kiss him before moving just enough to take him into his mouth.

Slowly for now.

"JARVIS, can we kill the movie?" Steve asked after a couple of tries to talk. Tony's mouth was distracting. "Jimmy Stewart doesn't deserve this," he added with a chuckle, stroking his fingers along the back of Tony's neck.

Tony almost had to pull off to laugh at that, but manfully got himself under control as soon as Steve's hands were on him. He hummed instead, keeping his fingers curled loosely around him as he took his time in testing how much he could take before pulling back and then repeating it again.

Steve let out a low moan. "Enjoying yourself, hmm?" he murmured. It was much easier to talk now that the movie was off and he felt the need to fill the silence of the room. "Do you want me doing anything, or are you just enjoying your present without needing any other help?"

Steve was so very bad at just being still.

Jimmy Stewart's disapproval would make things difficult, it's true.

Tony glanced up at him, pulling off with a pop. "I think that depends on what you're in the mood for," he said, still working him with his hand.

"I'm so, so easy right now, sweetheart," Steve babbled. "It's Christmas. What do you want to try?"

"I want you to pull on my hair," he decided. "Show me just how you like it."

"Oh, happily," Steve said, running his thumb over Tony's cheekbone.

He was learning to really enjoy manhandling Tony a bit.

He threaded his fingers through Tony's hair and twisted. "Like this."

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