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Steve/Tony: Get it Right, Savour it NC-17 [316 words]
Title: Get it Right, Savour it
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Eroticism, fingering.
Universe: Alternate Universe - College/Bartending
Beta: None.
Personal Disclaimer: The author of this fan fiction is unstable. Comments have enabled, but will be disabled at the author's discretion.
Summary: Birthday present for -lazarus on Tumblr. Coda to Dancing in the Dark. Fingering. That's about it.
Tony's tie is tossed over the back of Steve's living room chair. It's a deep, solid red; a sign of power. It's a funny thing for a bartender to be wearing. Tony himself is on the sofa. His shoes are on the floor by the coffee table while Tony himself is settled in Steve's lap like he has been for the last hour. His pants have been carelessly dropped on the edge of the sofa, hanging off of a cushion with his boxers on top. There's a wet spot on the Batman symbol, but it's nothing compared to the wet spot on Steve's thigh.
"Steve," Tony gasps. He's said almost nothing but Steve's name for an hour, and Steve twists his fingers inside of him. Tony's breath is hot against Steve's neck as he exhales, his hands curling tighter in the shoulders of his shirt. Tony rolls his hips, and Steve inhales slowly. Tony's clothes smell like bourbon and vodka; his fingers smell like cheap beer, and his mouth tastes like breath mints. His clothing is expensive and silky, and when Steve shoves his fingers into just the right spot, Tony goes weak in the knees and melts down into his lap.
"Oh, god," Tony mumbles into Steve's shoulder. It comes out muffled and breathless, pre-cum dripping steadily Tony's dick and into Steve's lap. "Jesus, Steve... More. So close, so fucking cl—"
Tony stops talks because Steve rams his fingers in. Tony chokes on air and spit, and he bites down on Steve's shirt and keens, entire body shaking as Steve brings him torturously and mercilessly to and over the edge.
They sit in silence for a few minutes, and Steve grabs some tissues, making a half-assed effort at clean-up, then smiles and presses a kiss to Tony's forehead.
"So?" he says.
"You were right," Tony mumbles, voice thick. "You were totally right. Fingering is awesome."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Eroticism, fingering.
Universe: Alternate Universe - College/Bartending
Beta: None.
Personal Disclaimer: The author of this fan fiction is unstable. Comments have enabled, but will be disabled at the author's discretion.
Summary: Birthday present for -lazarus on Tumblr. Coda to Dancing in the Dark. Fingering. That's about it.
Tony's tie is tossed over the back of Steve's living room chair. It's a deep, solid red; a sign of power. It's a funny thing for a bartender to be wearing. Tony himself is on the sofa. His shoes are on the floor by the coffee table while Tony himself is settled in Steve's lap like he has been for the last hour. His pants have been carelessly dropped on the edge of the sofa, hanging off of a cushion with his boxers on top. There's a wet spot on the Batman symbol, but it's nothing compared to the wet spot on Steve's thigh.
"Steve," Tony gasps. He's said almost nothing but Steve's name for an hour, and Steve twists his fingers inside of him. Tony's breath is hot against Steve's neck as he exhales, his hands curling tighter in the shoulders of his shirt. Tony rolls his hips, and Steve inhales slowly. Tony's clothes smell like bourbon and vodka; his fingers smell like cheap beer, and his mouth tastes like breath mints. His clothing is expensive and silky, and when Steve shoves his fingers into just the right spot, Tony goes weak in the knees and melts down into his lap.
"Oh, god," Tony mumbles into Steve's shoulder. It comes out muffled and breathless, pre-cum dripping steadily Tony's dick and into Steve's lap. "Jesus, Steve... More. So close, so fucking cl—"
Tony stops talks because Steve rams his fingers in. Tony chokes on air and spit, and he bites down on Steve's shirt and keens, entire body shaking as Steve brings him torturously and mercilessly to and over the edge.
They sit in silence for a few minutes, and Steve grabs some tissues, making a half-assed effort at clean-up, then smiles and presses a kiss to Tony's forehead.
"So?" he says.
"You were right," Tony mumbles, voice thick. "You were totally right. Fingering is awesome."
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shit, that was so hot. god. omg. i can't. you always know how to exploit my kinks and make such a hot fic aksjdlaskdada
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thank you so much. i'm just gonna be here. in my bunk.. yeah *A*
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Just....GUH. UNFFFFFFFF.
*goes off to re-read the whole thing*
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sxhfkldysdgkhlsrdkth No words for how hot that was.