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Sweeter Than Summertime	By : HarlotOhara Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Avengers Views: 5338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers or any characters or concepts within; they are owned by Marvel. This story was just written for fun and I did not make mony off of it.

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Tony loved cradling Steve in his arms when the man came back from the SHIELD office and listening to his stories about working with a much older Nick Fury or about trying to train with his past lover’s niece. He loved the way the man let just the touch of sarcasm sit on the end of a phrase that would normally be nice, or the way that he shifted just a bit uncomfortably on the bed as his holster dug into him. He could have stood up again and taken off his uniform, stripped himself of the connection to work, but he was his work so that wouldn’t have done anything to take his mind from it. Tony couldn’t help but find that dedication endearing also, in the same way that Steve smirked at the end of his story and ran a thumb over the oil stain on his boyfriend’s designer shirt. “You should take these off before you work.” He informed Tony, reaching up to pop open one of the buttons.

It felt nice to have Steve’s hands moving against him so casually and still so tenderly, one running over his face in that dashing black and white romance way while the other was working to unbutton his shirt without shame at his clear interest in seeing the chest under it revealed. A smile played on Tony’s lip, and it was bordering on a smirk when the younger man leaned up to kiss him sweetly, lips closed but strong passion clear in the motion still just like the hero in some old movie. Tony’s strong hands slid to Steve’s shoulders before tracing down his body, moving lower till he let his fingers hook under the thick leather strap of the belt holding the holster. He ran his thumb over the buckle, pulling free and flicking the extra piece of leather before he unfastened the contraption all the way and yanked it through the loops on Steve’s pants. “And you should take these off before you play.” He reminded the man as he held it up in front of his face; guns in bed had been a no go ever since his senior year in high school.

“Sorry.” Steve said with a small sheepish smile, though he reached out to unhook the weapons from the belt and set them on the nightstand with that special reverence he held for government property. He wrapped his arms around the engineer then and began to kiss his neck softly, running his hands down Tony’s body slowly and letting his fingers find each bruise that had been left by the force of the blows given to the armor. Only Steve would be able to make those purple fading marks seem romantic, Tony mused, because he certainly saw them as only irritations. “How about you let me make it up to you?” Steve suggested in a low sensual tone, and his hand slid down to unbutton the top of Tony’s slacks without pause, fingers quickly tugging down the zipper.

Steve’s mouth around Tony felt divine; he’d learned what guys liked in the trenches and the eager speed at which he preformed fellatio was almost overwhelming thanks to how he had learned to do so in constant risk of being caught. Now and then, there was just a small scrape of sharp teeth against the other man and that lack of skill was just far too precious to stop him because really it wasn’t that he was naïve but that he just wasn’t terribly fantastic at blowjobs. It was endearing, if not frustrating at times, but Tony enjoyed the sloppy work none the less. The sharp nick here or there was made up for by that clear desire, and Steve’s hair felt soft and smooth under Tony’s hands. He stroked the man’s blond locks with enjoyment, pushing the hair out of the way when it clouded his view of the performance; the hollowing of Steve’s cheeks as he sucked and that shimmer of tears in his eyes when he moved all the way down and Tony’s cock gagged him was far too amusing to miss.

“No offense to your skills, but I’d rather fuck your tight ass, Steve.” Tony purred then, because tonight that just felt so right and the thought of pressing the captain down into the blankets roughly and pushing into him firmly sent a pleasant tingle through him. The way they made love to one another was unique to the situation, yes, but when Steve had Tony it was always with a systematic obedience to what he must have believed were proper rules of engagement with one’s older lover. He held him close and kissed him tenderly, still the dime store romance novel hero as he whispered sweet nothings in the man’s ear. Tony would never have said he didn’t like that; he loved the sweet tender gestures because he loved Steve. Yet, he also couldn’t deny he often got hard thinking about having Steve like the man was still the dirty little shameless bohemian he once had been and not a respectable Army Captain.

The moan around Tony’s cock encouraged the thought, and he inhaled lowly at the vibrations that ran through him before his partner pulled up. Steve wiped the stray trickle of saliva from his mouth on the back of his hand, bright earnest blue eyes watching Tony with delight as the man reached downwards to completely remove his pants. It was with the ease of training that his own uniform followed so quickly afterwards into a semi folded spot on the floor, and Tony’s hand stopped Steve when he reached for his dogtags. “Leave them on,” He suggested with a twinkle of amusement in his dark eyes. “I like hearing them shaking; it reminds me that I’m defiling government property. I like thinking about how the Star Spangled Man might not ask but sure tells.”

The noise that left Steve’s mouth was a mix between a gasp and a pant, but he nodded his head in acceptance because he didn’t know what else to do. He certainly wasn’t going to argue against it, because there was something very exciting about the dirty comment and the blush that stained the soldier’s cheeks made Tony feel all the bolder as he opened the lubricant. He spread it over several fingers before he took Steve’s face in his palm and slid one into his partner’s mouth. “Strawberry.” The man informed him cheerfully before ever so slowly removing the finger.

The deep voice and carefully soothing sounds that the engineer made as he pushed a slick finger inside of Steve only made the feeling so much better, because whether he knew it or not, Tony was causing him just enough momentary discomfort that it was oddly sexual to be talked down to like that. Steve was sure he didn’t think about it as down-talk so he took pleasure in the unneeded tenderness when Tony slid another finger into him, fucking him with them for a moment to get his body used to the sensation again. There was a tremble which ran through Steve from the pleasure and Tony read it as the man being ready enough for them to continue. He removed his fingers and whispered to his partner, sighing happily when he felt Steve’s hand against his cock, stroking him eagerly. “How do you want it?” He inquired.

The worlds sounded so dirty coming from Steve’s lips because he said them with a roughness Tony couldn’t help but assume was learned when he was with that handsome sidekick of his. Once on all fours, Steve looked over his shoulder with an expression that seemed so serious for the situation and Tony couldn’t hold back a laugh as he slicked the berry scented lubricant over his arousal. “What?” His boyfriend asked him softly as Tony knelt behind the man, running a hand down his back in appreciation of his perfect form marred here or there by scars left most prominently from the Redskull. “I just can’t help but think…” The engineer lied smoothly as he began to enter the man, careful to give him time to accept the penetration by going inch by inch. “That you look particularly handsome today.”

The low moan that escaped Steve’s throat was punctuated with a reply that brought no short amount of joy to Tony; he found the genuine forties mannerisms to be delightful even when they were as catty as that one. “I’m already your steady guy, Mr. Stark,” Steve said with a gasp as Tony was finally deep enough in him that it ached in that particular way, “You don’t have to keep up with all of that flattery.” A strong hand gripped Steve’s hip with just enough pressure to make him feel a wash of warm comfort in knowing the man behind him so well that he could see the amused look without seeing him, and the hands holding him firmly let their fingers tap a scolding rhythm against his hip. Tony hated to have his flirting blown off and be teased about it the while; and so he responded in exactly the way that his boyfriend had expected.

Tony began thrusting with a strong and steady pace that took his partner’s breath away; he felt Steve had been given ample time to accept the feeling of being taken when he was in a good enough state of mind to be making fun of him now. That low whine at the punishing pace that escaped Steve’s lips sent a tremble through the engineer; when they were alone at the mansion his partner made better noises than a porn star and that was one of his particular favorite qualities. He always seemed to believe that his friend would ultimately shy away like a virgin, or would hide his face in shame after being fucked into the sheets. It seemed to be because he always forgot that there were times when he found Steve drinking wine straight from a bottle and sketching obscene pictures as he did; thank god for art school. How did he forget that? Likely, he concluded, in the same way that Steve at times forgot that Tony would call him on his bluff; that when he pushed him for more, he was given it.

Steve had been almost sharp about the fact that Tony seemed to think at the start of their relationship that he had to be very careful about sensitivities towards “emasculation” which it turned out that the Captain didn’t have. He had raised his voice about it even, crossing his arms and turning his back on his friend with annoyance. He had made that tight little sound in his throat when Tony slapped his ass in response and promised they’d fix the problem right away. Tony had loved fucking him that first time and now was just like that; Steve’s hands were gripping the blankets underneath them and he pushed back against Tony eagerly. Oh, god, no one would have believed it if he had told them all that Captain America was a cock hungry slut who had definitely not been a virgin in any manner of the word. He thrust harder, hurried on by the thought and by the motion of Steve’s hand moving from the blankets finally to stroke his own arousal. “Tony…” Steve whispered, all breathy affectionate need. “Harder.”

That word was all the encouragement Tony needed and he began a rhythm strong enough that he could feel his hipbones slam against Steve, shaking him hard enough that the dogtags swung forward and then slapped back against the man’s hard chest with a small jingling sound. He kept that pace steady until he heard the low gasp of Steve’s breath catching in his throat as he came, spilling onto his hand and, despite his best effort, through his fingers onto the blankets beneath them. Tony moaned softly and quickened his pace; enjoying those low breathy sounds that escaped from his boyfriend now that his body was more sensitive than before. He came gripping his lover’s hips, hands holding them tight enough that if it weren’t for Steve’s unique physiology, there would have been tell-tale bruises against him. The Avengers would have easily imagined from the marks what Tony saw now; Captain Rogers squirming with a low groan at the feeling of the hot semen filling him.

As Tony pulled out, he couldn’t help but curse the super soldier serum for not giving him that pleasure. He rather would have liked to have seen the little smirk on Natalia’s face or the glitter in Clint’s eyes at those little marks here or there against his lover; the claim it laid on him. It didn’t strike him as particularly fair, as Steve stood up to go clean himself up, that on that perfect body there was not a single mark that told of the night. To do that they would have to be far rougher, and Tony contemplated that for a moment before shouting after his boyfriend. “So how do you feel about roleplaying? You know, not table-top dungeons and dragons kill your parents type roleplaying, but you know, a little spanking and calling out for daddy type stuff?”

“Sure, Tony, but I don’t think I’d make a very good Howard.” Was the reply and the engineer shuddered; scratch that.
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