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Fic: Those Damn Dog Tags
Title: Those Damn Dog Tags
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amycoolz
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Uh, let's see... Sex. Kinda kinky sex.
Word Count: ~700
Summary: Written for this prompt over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
avengerkink. Anon wanted something with dog tags, porn included or not. Well... it's included.
Tony lay on the bed, head propped up on the obscene amount of pillows against the headboard, hands clenched in the sheets on either side of him, mouth open in a silent scream as he was penetrated. Steve was above him, thrusting in forcefully and hitting his prostate every time. With every thrust came the clinking of metal against metal, a soft sound under the heavy breathing of both men.
The dog tags.
Those damn dog tags were why Tony was in this position in the first place. He had been idly relaxing on the couch in the living room, flipping through the thousands of channels on his huge flat screen TV, when Steve had wandered in, wearing black gym shorts, a tight white T-shirt, and those dog tags. They had rested so perfectly in between his pecs, the silver chain caressing its way up and around that thick, smooth neck…
Tony hadn’t lasted much longer after that, though Steve hadn’t seemed to mind being assaulted in the middle of the living room and then dragged into Tony’s room. Steve had quickly taken control, leading them to their current situation.
When Steve leaned down closer to get more skin-on-skin contact, the dog tags smacked Tony lightly in the chin, every once in a while dragging up and over his lips and hitting him in the nose. He licked his lips, the slight twinge of metal lingering on his tongue; he groaned, wrapping his legs around Steve’s waist tightly and pulling him in.
“Oh. Fuck.” He thrust back as much as he could, but it was hard with the large, burly body above him holding him down so effectively. “Steve.” Steve’s only response was a grunt and another hard thrust into his prostate. “Not gonna last much longer…” And it was a miracle he was even able to chain together words to form sentences at this point.
Steve held on to Tony’s hips tighter at that, quickening his pace to a near inhuman level; he leaned down all the way now, his face buried in Tony’s neck, alternately sucking bruises and groaning and panting into his skin.
Tony’s hand found its way to his dick, jerking himself off and trying to match Steve’s rhythm but failing miserably. He came a few short minutes later, his release coating his hand and stomach, some of it spurting up onto…
Those damn dog tags.
That sight itself pulled a few more spurts from him, and he collapsed back on the bed, legs falling from around Steve’s waist. Steve thrust once, twice, thrice more before he buried himself deep within Tony and released, thrusting shallowly to milk himself of everything. He pulled out slowly and was more than slightly pleased with himself when some of his come leaked out of Tony on his retreat.
Steve looked down at Tony, who lay on the bed, panting and twitching, looking up at him with a blessed-out look on his face. He then held up his dog tags and noticed the drying come on them; cocking his head to the side, he poked his tongue out and licked some off.
“Fuck. No. Fuck.” Tony writhed on the bed, pressing the heel of his hand onto his cock to stave off his reawakening erection. “You are not allowed to be that hot.”
Steve raised an eyebrow. “You’re one to talk.”
“Hey, this is my house. I’m allowed to be hot here.” He poked Steve in the chest, hard, and ended up hurting his finger on the hard muscle. “You… You can’t be.”
“And why not?”
“I don’t want to be caught jumping you where the rest of the team could see us.” He glared at the dog tags still in Steve’s hand. “That means no more wearing those around.”
Steve fingered them, looking down at them wistfully. “Maybe we can compromise?”
Tony grinned; ‘compromise’ was his middle name. “What did you have in mind?”
“I’ll agree not to wear them around the house, but only if you promise to wear a shirt at all times.” His eyes had trailed down to Tony’s chest while he was talking, staring at the arc reactor like it was a piece of candy ready for him to lick and suck until it was all gone.
“Deal.”
Tony: 1. Dog tags: 0. Ha.
Author:
amycoolzRating: NC-17
Warning(s): Uh, let's see... Sex. Kinda kinky sex.
Word Count: ~700
Summary: Written for this prompt over at
avengerkink. Anon wanted something with dog tags, porn included or not. Well... it's included.Tony lay on the bed, head propped up on the obscene amount of pillows against the headboard, hands clenched in the sheets on either side of him, mouth open in a silent scream as he was penetrated. Steve was above him, thrusting in forcefully and hitting his prostate every time. With every thrust came the clinking of metal against metal, a soft sound under the heavy breathing of both men.
The dog tags.
Those damn dog tags were why Tony was in this position in the first place. He had been idly relaxing on the couch in the living room, flipping through the thousands of channels on his huge flat screen TV, when Steve had wandered in, wearing black gym shorts, a tight white T-shirt, and those dog tags. They had rested so perfectly in between his pecs, the silver chain caressing its way up and around that thick, smooth neck…
Tony hadn’t lasted much longer after that, though Steve hadn’t seemed to mind being assaulted in the middle of the living room and then dragged into Tony’s room. Steve had quickly taken control, leading them to their current situation.
When Steve leaned down closer to get more skin-on-skin contact, the dog tags smacked Tony lightly in the chin, every once in a while dragging up and over his lips and hitting him in the nose. He licked his lips, the slight twinge of metal lingering on his tongue; he groaned, wrapping his legs around Steve’s waist tightly and pulling him in.
“Oh. Fuck.” He thrust back as much as he could, but it was hard with the large, burly body above him holding him down so effectively. “Steve.” Steve’s only response was a grunt and another hard thrust into his prostate. “Not gonna last much longer…” And it was a miracle he was even able to chain together words to form sentences at this point.
Steve held on to Tony’s hips tighter at that, quickening his pace to a near inhuman level; he leaned down all the way now, his face buried in Tony’s neck, alternately sucking bruises and groaning and panting into his skin.
Tony’s hand found its way to his dick, jerking himself off and trying to match Steve’s rhythm but failing miserably. He came a few short minutes later, his release coating his hand and stomach, some of it spurting up onto…
Those damn dog tags.
That sight itself pulled a few more spurts from him, and he collapsed back on the bed, legs falling from around Steve’s waist. Steve thrust once, twice, thrice more before he buried himself deep within Tony and released, thrusting shallowly to milk himself of everything. He pulled out slowly and was more than slightly pleased with himself when some of his come leaked out of Tony on his retreat.
Steve looked down at Tony, who lay on the bed, panting and twitching, looking up at him with a blessed-out look on his face. He then held up his dog tags and noticed the drying come on them; cocking his head to the side, he poked his tongue out and licked some off.
“Fuck. No. Fuck.” Tony writhed on the bed, pressing the heel of his hand onto his cock to stave off his reawakening erection. “You are not allowed to be that hot.”
Steve raised an eyebrow. “You’re one to talk.”
“Hey, this is my house. I’m allowed to be hot here.” He poked Steve in the chest, hard, and ended up hurting his finger on the hard muscle. “You… You can’t be.”
“And why not?”
“I don’t want to be caught jumping you where the rest of the team could see us.” He glared at the dog tags still in Steve’s hand. “That means no more wearing those around.”
Steve fingered them, looking down at them wistfully. “Maybe we can compromise?”
Tony grinned; ‘compromise’ was his middle name. “What did you have in mind?”
“I’ll agree not to wear them around the house, but only if you promise to wear a shirt at all times.” His eyes had trailed down to Tony’s chest while he was talking, staring at the arc reactor like it was a piece of candy ready for him to lick and suck until it was all gone.
“Deal.”
Tony: 1. Dog tags: 0. Ha.
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I also have a list of "Need to write because UNF". I'm glad we share similar goals.
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Thanks!
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You should write about that arc reactor kink too, obviously *hints hints*
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And I was thinking about it. I've pretty much decided that I have to write it, if only to save my own sanity. XD
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I'll be reading that for sure if you ever write it !
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