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

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."

Tony flushed and his eyes went a little heavy in response to that. "Like that," he said, his voice going low and breathy. "Stop before you come. If you can manage that."

Because Tony would in no way make it easy as he took Steve back into his mouth.

Yes, but he had to challenge Steve's stubbornness, and that never ended well.

"Of course I can manage it," Steve growled, yanking Tony's hair a little harder.

Maybe it would be a Christmas miracle and Steve's stubborn nature wouldn't... nope, narrative can't even complete that sentence.

Tony made an amused sound placing his hands on Steve's hips for balance as he very easily moved along with that hair pulling. It was a challenge for him too, after all. Just one that involved unraveling Steve's brain with a very enthusiastic blowjob.

God, Tony was good at this. "Your mouth," Steve whimpered, reaching out and tracing himself against Tony's cheek.

Tony glanced up at him for that, making a pleased noise as he gripped Steve's hips a little tighter. On someone else it may have left a bruise.

Steve keened, rocking slightly into Tony's mouth. "Harder."

Well then. Tony dug his thumbs into the bend of where Steve's legs met his body and closed his eyes to concentrate.

It took a moment before he was swallowing Steve down, but he managed it. Like riding a bike after all.

"Christ, Tony," Steve moaned. "You're amazing. You know just how to make me feel so, so good."

Tony hummed at that, a little strained as he stayed in place for him before having to pull off for a breath. Not everyone could be a super soldier here, after all.

He gasped, curling a hand around Steve to keep working him as he caught his breath. "You can move more," he rasped. "Unless you don't think you can hold back."

Tony, no.

"Oh, you brat," Steve said, smiling down at him fondly. Tony sounded fucked-out already and Steve kind of loved it. A lot. "I can handle anything you can do to me, Tony," he said, rocking his hips with more deliberation.

That poor sofa.

"I'm not coming until you're sitting on me."

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