cap_ironman | Y is for Yearning

Author: Axolotl_lan
Title: Y is for Yearning
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smut written entirely in similes and metaphors....with the prompts given from unsuspecting comm-mates such as Crimsonquills, megalotro and Pandanoai
Prompt words list: cat, eagle, sky,sea, flag, globe, ice cube, match, cheetah, bear, ferret, desperation, determination, jubilation, scissors, glass, iron, snake, raccoon, lion, adoration, intimidation, inspiration

Steve was inspiration, the great eagle encircling the globe with his determination of spirit.
To Tony, Steve was a titan unattainable by mortal hands.
Steve found that to hold Tony was to hold a pair of scissors open and run.
He was as slippery as a snake when it came to voicing his adoration, but as desperate for affection as a puppy.

Steve was sick of playing cat and mouse, tonight he would settle things with Tony.
He entered the lab with all the caution of a fisherman riding the seas for that one last catch.
Tony glanced up at him raccoon eyes from sleepless nights, his body made of shattered glass.

With iron resolve Steve ignored Tony's bone weary appearance and said his piece.
Tony's face was aglow. His jubilant expression made Steve feel as if the sky had parted and the storms of the past were behind them.

He leaned over and devoured the lips of his lover like a man starved.

~_~_~_~

He groaned with need, to feel Steve pressed against him like an iron over clean clothes.

Steve was the cheetah stalking its' prey with such speed and efficiency, tearing away Tony's clothes like pieces of rendered flesh.
Steve's fingers were leaden on his porcelain skin. The press was like the echoing darkness he could feel building. His pole raised almost of its' own accord, Steve's tongue becoming the flag whispering across it.

Gasping like a fish on dry land he pulled at Steve's clothes until they met his own on the floor.

Together they moved a silhouette heroes in battle.

Tony's feet were ice cubes pressed against his own, the droplets of sweat like rain pouring down their backs as they thrusted, harder, deeper. He felt like Nick Fury after he had made his way through a dozen whores in as many hours, the physical exertion needed to keep up with Steve in bed was greater than lifting three elephants on a pogo stick. Pounding determination to reach that moment left Tony a putty in Steve's hands, to be kneaded and wrought out like fresh dough.

Release came like the strike of a match

It wasn't intimidation, it was love that left Tony roaring like a lion as he climaxed

~_~_~_~

Steve feretted his head into the shoulder of his teddy bear in a post-coital bliss.

Tony washed away thoughts of uncertainty as he returned the embrace.

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Stylistic Devices Overdrive?
....why am I even asking...

lol

personal challenge to see if I could do it ^_^'

oooo this was fun! i liked how you found things that really worked with their personalities as well! Like how Tony was as desperate for attention as a puppy.

My fav was "Steve's tongue becoming the flag whispering across it." But i think that's prolly cuz you're a bad influence.

<3

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