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cap_ironman2009-07-23 07:38 am
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Ficlet for Kink Meme
Title: An Angry Quickie
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Ult!Thor/Tony Stark then Steve/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A quckie where drunk Tony angers Thor, Steve listens in
Notes: warning- was written late at night. Written for the request: Ult Thor/ Tony (not Loeb's versions) have sex on a very public place, preferably with other team members close by. Bonus Points if Steve is the voyeur. Double Bonus Points if Thor knows Steve is watching and entertains accordingly. Meow.
He slams into him, all tight heat and whimpering. They're in the last stall in the men's room of tonight's club of choice. One drunken word too many lead to him taking the billionaire into the dingy room and showing him exactly who was better than whom.
The slender man below him is no stranger to this. The way he easily accepted his large cock into his ass is proof of that. Maybe this was how Fury put him in his place every now and then.
They aren't alone. He knows that their leader is in there with them. He had seen him start to follow them in when he had slammed the stall door shut. That and Stark's whimpers echoed a little too loudly. An extra hard jerk of his hips causes Stark to gasp and their voyeur to groan.
Thor smirked. He could imagine Steve standing in the next stall mirroring Stark's stance. One forearm against the wall, head resting against it, with a hand wrapped around his thick cock jerking off to the noises Stark made.
He thrusted into him a couple more times before coming inside him. A handful of seconds passed before he withdrew. The bearer of the Iron Man armor turned his head, cheeks flushed. "What? You're not-" One hand motioned to the tie wrapped around his straining cock.
Thor leaned in close to Stark's ear as he pulled up his pants and whispered, "Maybe our Captain will help you finish up." He slapped the other man's ass, the come dripping out splattering onto his hand and the toliet in between Stark's legs. He knocked twice on the wall of the stall and then walked out, washed and dried his hands, and left the bathroom.
As the door closed behind him, he could barely hear the sound of the lock sliding into place over the roar of the music.
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Ult!Thor/Tony Stark then Steve/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A quckie where drunk Tony angers Thor, Steve listens in
Notes: warning- was written late at night. Written for the request: Ult Thor/ Tony (not Loeb's versions) have sex on a very public place, preferably with other team members close by. Bonus Points if Steve is the voyeur. Double Bonus Points if Thor knows Steve is watching and entertains accordingly. Meow.
He slams into him, all tight heat and whimpering. They're in the last stall in the men's room of tonight's club of choice. One drunken word too many lead to him taking the billionaire into the dingy room and showing him exactly who was better than whom.
The slender man below him is no stranger to this. The way he easily accepted his large cock into his ass is proof of that. Maybe this was how Fury put him in his place every now and then.
They aren't alone. He knows that their leader is in there with them. He had seen him start to follow them in when he had slammed the stall door shut. That and Stark's whimpers echoed a little too loudly. An extra hard jerk of his hips causes Stark to gasp and their voyeur to groan.
Thor smirked. He could imagine Steve standing in the next stall mirroring Stark's stance. One forearm against the wall, head resting against it, with a hand wrapped around his thick cock jerking off to the noises Stark made.
He thrusted into him a couple more times before coming inside him. A handful of seconds passed before he withdrew. The bearer of the Iron Man armor turned his head, cheeks flushed. "What? You're not-" One hand motioned to the tie wrapped around his straining cock.
Thor leaned in close to Stark's ear as he pulled up his pants and whispered, "Maybe our Captain will help you finish up." He slapped the other man's ass, the come dripping out splattering onto his hand and the toliet in between Stark's legs. He knocked twice on the wall of the stall and then walked out, washed and dried his hands, and left the bathroom.
As the door closed behind him, he could barely hear the sound of the lock sliding into place over the roar of the music.
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