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Title: A Challenger Appears
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Steve and Tony discover the joys of forcing each other into more than one orgasm.
Word Count: 1,100
Warnings: Some sex, in the butt.
Obvious benefits of having sex with someone with super stamina aside, there's something to be said about that moment after coming. Something achingly satisfying about laying back, wholly wrung out, rocking with each of Steve's thrusts. Taking it, because that's all he could possibly do.
It's Steve. Tony knows it, no other partner ever made him feel content just being used like this. Even if the fucking had been great beforehand, someone outlasting him so long would've been a bit of a torture, a tease. Too tired to do anything proper at the end of it, too roused to pass out.
Steve, though. His focused stare digging into Tony's open one -- he's way past any sort of defense at this point -- dark and intense in his pleasure. It's almost better than the fucking itself, and Tony tries each time to burn it into his memory; Steve's length, his flush, his pants, the steady weight, his warmth. The being opened and fucked by Steve.
His wrists are locked in a firm grip. Unresisting, Tony's entire body, fingers to his lips to his legs, slack and open, welcoming Steve's finishing thrusts. He can't even moan encouragement anymore, just whimpering on the edge of each breath, God, make this last forever.
At worst, this just riles Tony up a bit, the feeling of Steve coming in him, and he'll be half hard at most, something a steady pressure of Steve's thigh will take care of, and he'll grind a bit, murmur a bit as they both drift off.
Amazingly, considering how vigorous they'd been before, Tony can feel himself growing fully hard again. It's slightly painful, makes his breath catch, and Steve notices the change immediately, as focused as he'd been on Tony's face. A smile that could look endearing, boy scoutish, but given the circumstances just looks rather smug, quirks at Steve's lips.
Normal procedure here is for Steve to grow rougher, fuck Tony fast and hard, let himself come and then suck Tony off. Steve is thorough, in this as he is in most things. Tony can appreciate that. He usually blacks out.
Tony's willing and eager to help this along, craning his neck upward, landing a kiss on Steve's bottom lip, then jaw, muscles of his neck, biting down lightly. Steve cottons on and dips low, his hips ramming home, harder, deeper, making him wail before finally making it to Steve's ear.
"Feel so -- fuck, Steve," focus. "Wish there were two of you," he says, voice tight, "Suck you off at the same time, just -- filled at both ends, can't get enough of you, can't get enough of your cock, I want it, all the time, Steve."
The only signs that he even heard it are the ragged breaths, the hands tightening almost dangerously at his wrists. Oh, yes, and the explosive orgasm, Steve plowing in twice like an actual assault, coming, practically barking Tony's name. He rides the orgasm out, eyes widening at the feel of it, basking in it.
Steve, ever the gentleman, collapses to the side in lieu of crushing his partner, makes motions to pull out, but Tony's legs wrap tight around his waist. "No," he pants, sounding more panicked than he meant to, if the startled expression this receives is anything to go by. "No, not-- just--"
Steve's eyebrows draw down at the insistent hand on his shoulder, but complies wordlessly, rolling onto his back, softening, but still wedged deep in Tony.
Tony takes a deep, steadying breath, hands planted on the wide expanse of Steve's chest. Every inch the peak of human perfection, and it shows. He's only a few inches taller, but the man is solid, thick, Tony's thighs splayed wide to straddle him properly.
"What--" Steve starts to ask, but then Tony starts rocking. Biting the inside of his cheek, gyrating his hips, clamping down on Steve's cock, he reaches down with one hand and starts stroking himself. Knows he looks shameless; sweaty, hair sticking up at odd angles, grinding down in total abandon, in a way he's never -- not anyone but Steve. "Jesus--" Just like that, he's hardening. Tony feels him stirring again, deep inside, and almost loses it, arms tensing to keep from falling over.
"Oh God, Steve," Tony -- feels him stiffen at the sound of his voice, almost bites back a whimper on instinct, but thinks better of it, lets it out and Steve's hands fly to Tony's hips, forcing him down, forcing in deeper, and he's almost totally erect already, and Jesus fuck, the super solider serum is the best thing ever.
Steve's come makes the familiar motions of their sex slicker, noisier, more obscene. Tony's moans have a higher, more desperate pitch as he lifts, assisted by Steve's bruising grip, slams back down, thighs shaking already, he's not going to last long at all, but he is going to make the most of this. He earned it.
Tips his head back, because Steve's gaze is too intense -- this is going to last, despite his body's increasing cries to ride Steve wildly, tighten the grip on his own cock, come all over himself, again.
He's not sure what gave his fatigue away, but he's at the tipping point when Steve surges up, knocking Tony onto his back, folded in half, utterly open and dizzy for a moment with the sudden depth of the new angle, the ferociousness of the thrusts. He wails mindlessly, only half aware that he's making any noise at all.
Steve leans in, says things he'd never manage in the light of day without turning bright pink, but at the moment his voice raw in its honesty, its conviction, "Could do this forever, never-- never get tired of it, you -- take it, Jesus you love it."
If the fucking had been up to Tony, it would've ended right then because he as good as collapses, limp and used on the mattress, while Steve didn't show any signs of slowing. "Oh, God," Tony sobs, because it's all he can do under the unending assault. "Oh -- fuck. Steve," He's going to come, choking on pleasure that's edged with pain, pleasure that makes his gasps turn to wails, makes his hands shake, eyes widen blankly.
"Gonna come," he promises breathlessly, thighs clenching uselessly on either side of Steve's waist. It's barely out of his mouth before it blindsides him, hips jerking violently. Crying Steve's name, again.
Distantly, he acknowledges the limp he's going to be walking with as Steve plows in his finishing thrusts, and Tony takes it, and tries to burn each detail to memory.
+ Three drawlings
I'm not terribly pleased with them and was going to toss them but then was like hey maybe i should post them on a community instead.
This is referenced off of a Green Lantern picture, can't remember which. Just. I'm not trying to pull a Land or anything. GO FOR IT STEVE amirite.
The captioning on this one read, "Tony is certainly not making fun of the other guests, and Steve is CERTAINLY not trying to hold back laughter, I don't know why you would suggest that, that would be RUDE." I think I pictured them at some sort of charity event in early Avengers days.
THIS IS FROM A FIC I AM WRITING WHERE TONY GETS TURNED INTO A KID because I am a total girl and always write fics of this topic, and I will post it, so idk BEWARE.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Steve and Tony discover the joys of forcing each other into more than one orgasm.
Word Count: 1,100
Warnings: Some sex, in the butt.
Obvious benefits of having sex with someone with super stamina aside, there's something to be said about that moment after coming. Something achingly satisfying about laying back, wholly wrung out, rocking with each of Steve's thrusts. Taking it, because that's all he could possibly do.
It's Steve. Tony knows it, no other partner ever made him feel content just being used like this. Even if the fucking had been great beforehand, someone outlasting him so long would've been a bit of a torture, a tease. Too tired to do anything proper at the end of it, too roused to pass out.
Steve, though. His focused stare digging into Tony's open one -- he's way past any sort of defense at this point -- dark and intense in his pleasure. It's almost better than the fucking itself, and Tony tries each time to burn it into his memory; Steve's length, his flush, his pants, the steady weight, his warmth. The being opened and fucked by Steve.
His wrists are locked in a firm grip. Unresisting, Tony's entire body, fingers to his lips to his legs, slack and open, welcoming Steve's finishing thrusts. He can't even moan encouragement anymore, just whimpering on the edge of each breath, God, make this last forever.
At worst, this just riles Tony up a bit, the feeling of Steve coming in him, and he'll be half hard at most, something a steady pressure of Steve's thigh will take care of, and he'll grind a bit, murmur a bit as they both drift off.
Amazingly, considering how vigorous they'd been before, Tony can feel himself growing fully hard again. It's slightly painful, makes his breath catch, and Steve notices the change immediately, as focused as he'd been on Tony's face. A smile that could look endearing, boy scoutish, but given the circumstances just looks rather smug, quirks at Steve's lips.
Normal procedure here is for Steve to grow rougher, fuck Tony fast and hard, let himself come and then suck Tony off. Steve is thorough, in this as he is in most things. Tony can appreciate that. He usually blacks out.
Tony's willing and eager to help this along, craning his neck upward, landing a kiss on Steve's bottom lip, then jaw, muscles of his neck, biting down lightly. Steve cottons on and dips low, his hips ramming home, harder, deeper, making him wail before finally making it to Steve's ear.
"Feel so -- fuck, Steve," focus. "Wish there were two of you," he says, voice tight, "Suck you off at the same time, just -- filled at both ends, can't get enough of you, can't get enough of your cock, I want it, all the time, Steve."
The only signs that he even heard it are the ragged breaths, the hands tightening almost dangerously at his wrists. Oh, yes, and the explosive orgasm, Steve plowing in twice like an actual assault, coming, practically barking Tony's name. He rides the orgasm out, eyes widening at the feel of it, basking in it.
Steve, ever the gentleman, collapses to the side in lieu of crushing his partner, makes motions to pull out, but Tony's legs wrap tight around his waist. "No," he pants, sounding more panicked than he meant to, if the startled expression this receives is anything to go by. "No, not-- just--"
Steve's eyebrows draw down at the insistent hand on his shoulder, but complies wordlessly, rolling onto his back, softening, but still wedged deep in Tony.
Tony takes a deep, steadying breath, hands planted on the wide expanse of Steve's chest. Every inch the peak of human perfection, and it shows. He's only a few inches taller, but the man is solid, thick, Tony's thighs splayed wide to straddle him properly.
"What--" Steve starts to ask, but then Tony starts rocking. Biting the inside of his cheek, gyrating his hips, clamping down on Steve's cock, he reaches down with one hand and starts stroking himself. Knows he looks shameless; sweaty, hair sticking up at odd angles, grinding down in total abandon, in a way he's never -- not anyone but Steve. "Jesus--" Just like that, he's hardening. Tony feels him stirring again, deep inside, and almost loses it, arms tensing to keep from falling over.
"Oh God, Steve," Tony -- feels him stiffen at the sound of his voice, almost bites back a whimper on instinct, but thinks better of it, lets it out and Steve's hands fly to Tony's hips, forcing him down, forcing in deeper, and he's almost totally erect already, and Jesus fuck, the super solider serum is the best thing ever.
Steve's come makes the familiar motions of their sex slicker, noisier, more obscene. Tony's moans have a higher, more desperate pitch as he lifts, assisted by Steve's bruising grip, slams back down, thighs shaking already, he's not going to last long at all, but he is going to make the most of this. He earned it.
Tips his head back, because Steve's gaze is too intense -- this is going to last, despite his body's increasing cries to ride Steve wildly, tighten the grip on his own cock, come all over himself, again.
He's not sure what gave his fatigue away, but he's at the tipping point when Steve surges up, knocking Tony onto his back, folded in half, utterly open and dizzy for a moment with the sudden depth of the new angle, the ferociousness of the thrusts. He wails mindlessly, only half aware that he's making any noise at all.
Steve leans in, says things he'd never manage in the light of day without turning bright pink, but at the moment his voice raw in its honesty, its conviction, "Could do this forever, never-- never get tired of it, you -- take it, Jesus you love it."
If the fucking had been up to Tony, it would've ended right then because he as good as collapses, limp and used on the mattress, while Steve didn't show any signs of slowing. "Oh, God," Tony sobs, because it's all he can do under the unending assault. "Oh -- fuck. Steve," He's going to come, choking on pleasure that's edged with pain, pleasure that makes his gasps turn to wails, makes his hands shake, eyes widen blankly.
"Gonna come," he promises breathlessly, thighs clenching uselessly on either side of Steve's waist. It's barely out of his mouth before it blindsides him, hips jerking violently. Crying Steve's name, again.
Distantly, he acknowledges the limp he's going to be walking with as Steve plows in his finishing thrusts, and Tony takes it, and tries to burn each detail to memory.
+ Three drawlings
I'm not terribly pleased with them and was going to toss them but then was like hey maybe i should post them on a community instead.
This is referenced off of a Green Lantern picture, can't remember which. Just. I'm not trying to pull a Land or anything. GO FOR IT STEVE amirite.
The captioning on this one read, "Tony is certainly not making fun of the other guests, and Steve is CERTAINLY not trying to hold back laughter, I don't know why you would suggest that, that would be RUDE." I think I pictured them at some sort of charity event in early Avengers days.
THIS IS FROM A FIC I AM WRITING WHERE TONY GETS TURNED INTO A KID because I am a total girl and always write fics of this topic, and I will post it, so idk BEWARE.
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The sluttier Tony is the hotter it is. I mean, DAYUM.
(trufax: I read this while in the same room as a male friend, ALL WHILE HIS BACK WAS TURNED. IS MY SEKRIT.)
ETA: p.s. I lurrvveee your drawlings! ^_____^
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Thank you so much for the comment x))
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I love that Tony is desperate and crude and wanting but that it's allll about Steve so it's not whorish. He can't be faulted because Steve's the perfect man.
I also love this:
Steve plowing in twice like an actual assault, coming, practically barking Tony's name.
BARKING, yes. Yes. And:
Steve's come makes the familiar motions of their sex slicker, noisier, more obscene.
THAT. That's. Good. Good like make me stop and blink and have to get my bearings the first time I read it. That kind of good. That's a very good kind of good.
THERE WAS SOME MORE BUT NOW I FORGET IT BECAUSE THAT LINE DISTRACTS ME, I'll ramble at you later.
This is wonderfulllll oh lord have I mentioned how amazing it is to have you writing again? Because it is, it's amazing, like waking up to an awesome present with pretty gift wrapping every few days. THANK YOU SANTA.
And the drawings are awesome, I love kid Tony, I'm excited about the fic I don't care what anyone says.
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THANK YOU FOR LIKING IT AND READING AND REPLYING! :DDD
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Fighting Hitler? No. They just wanted Steve to be able to have crazy hot gay sex.
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I want me some of that super-soldier serum. For serious.
Your art is SO cute. And I'm quite curious about the kid!fic. It would be really unsettling to have one's lover turn into a wee child. I saw that picture and thought "awww Steve would be a great daddy".
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It would be really unsettling to have one's lover turn into a wee child.
YEAH IT REALLY WOULD lol. I hope it won't disappoint! x)
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Super powers should always be used for good - as far as I'm concerned, that includes really!hot sex. :) (I bet you Tony programed something like increased stamina into the Extremis. Just for sex. Because he's Tony Stark: Manslut.)
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ANYWAY TL;DR: I AGREE.
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Lol yes I can't imagine him passing up an opportunity like that.
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Okay, this is great. When Tony started rocking his hips, trying to get more...Guh! You, my dear, need to write more of these two, in any capacity.
I love the art too, especially Tony and Steve making fun of fellow party goers, and the adorable kid!Tony picture. There's a fic I'm going to be looking forward to.
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Also, I love how this was messy and earth and a bit rough, but still so full of love. Loving sex doesn't have to be clean and sparkly! It comes in all varieties. :-D
And the pictures are oh so cute! I love the startled look on Tony in the first one, and Steve's desperate attempt to hold back laughter in the second. *g* I don't go for kidfic, myself, but the two of them are almost painfully adorable in the pic. :-)
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Thank you thank youthank you. x))
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Tony's face is awesome in the first picture.
I absolutely love the second picture. You know that had to have happened.
The third picture is too adorable for words! Favorite detail: the balloon is tied to Tony's wrist to keep him from losing it! =DDD
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I'm going to focus on the adorable and completely not-sexy kid!Tony now. *focuses* Awwww. I want to hug him and squeeze him and watch him toddle around asking "why" everything.
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"Gonna come," he promises breathlessly, thighs clenching uselessly on either side of Steve's waist. It's barely out of his mouth before it blindsides him, hips jerking violently.
That line got me the most. I love the pics, as well, especially the third one. I think Steve would make a great father.
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You know, I almost added more dialogue there. Now that you say that, I'm glad I didn't, I don't think it would've had the same impact. :)
:DD He would!
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I think I´m just standing here and drooling over your fic, kay?
My brain is now mush - happy, gooey mush.
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Thank you very much for your words!
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the pics were neat too.
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