His muscles flex under Steve's touch as Tony can't help but arch up a little into his mouth like he's chasing more sensation. What little brain power he has left is dedicated to making sure he doesn't go too far, but he can't not move. The table creaks slightly as he grips the edge tighter, holding on as if it's the only thing keeping him in place.
And whether or not he remembers it being requested, Tony finds himself groaning out, "Steve," and then trailing off like he's not actually sure what he's asking for. The next sound is a lot more incoherent, just a rumbling noise that goes even lower as Steve's mouth sinks back down on him.
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Date: 2017-07-15 04:08 pm (UTC)And whether or not he remembers it being requested, Tony finds himself groaning out, "Steve," and then trailing off like he's not actually sure what he's asking for. The next sound is a lot more incoherent, just a rumbling noise that goes even lower as Steve's mouth sinks back down on him.