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Negotiations (for buildsomething)

Steve is very calm and matter of fact about what's happened between them, when they wake the next morning. He disentangles himself from Tony gently, ruffles his hair one last time, and stretches, sliding out of bed. Neither of them ever finished their coffee.

Steve limits his chatter to Tony to the usual 'good morning' routine, carries the cups to the kitchen and washes them, and generally tries to be as low key as he possibly can about it. He doesn't want to embarrass him, and he really doesn't want to scare him away. He assumes, perhaps wrongly, that acting like cuddling with Tony for most of the night is just routine is the best way to approach the situation. At least Tony can rest assured Steve won't be sharing any private information with the others.

He gives it a day, going about his usual affairs, training and sparring, going over intel, trying to predict where they might be needed next...but while the others finish dinner, he goes looking for Tony specifically, trying to catch him alone.

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"Fuck if I know, Tony," he laughs, watching with open admiration at he stretches out for him. "I really am winging it right now."

It seems to be working out well so far, though. Steve isn't sure he's ever had a guy wrap his legs around his neck and shoulders except in the context of a hold during sparring (so, not naked), but he's liking the view. He looks smug, almost catlike as he lets his eyes drift half-closed and rubs his jaw along Tony's inner thigh, moving slowly up to his groin.

He strokes his abdomen lazily with his free hand for a moment, then takes hold of his cock, stroking softly. Meanwhile, he keeps his mouth occupied, giving him a few somewhat sloppy, open-mouthed kisses at the base.

The muscle in his thigh twitches as Steve teases at it -- so Captain America does have stubble sometimes, who knew -- and Tony almost wants to laugh. But then there's a hand on his cock and Steve's warm mouth almost where he wants it and Tony's a bit too busy shifting restlessly under the touch.

He makes a low sound and lifts his hips into the stroke of Steve's hand, fighting the urge to let his head fall back. He wants to watch this, wants to be able to see Steve's gorgeous face and pleased grin and the big hand working over his cock. Tony can feel himself starting to breathe faster, and they've barely even started.

"Guess I won't ask if you're just going to tease me, then," he manages, sounding more than a little breathless. "But if you're in the mood for suggestions..."

He has a little stubble. His hair tends to be on the fine, pale side, but it grows at about the rate any guy's does. Which is fortunate. His metabolism is theoretically four times as fast as a normal man's, give or take. If his hair grew at that rate, he's never be able to be clean shaven for more than a couple hours.

Steve mouths and licks lazily, using his hand to spread the wetness. His eyes drift closed for a moment as he works his way to the head of Tony's cock and brushes his lips against it suggestively. He looks like he's enjoying himself very much, just like this.

His eyes are very dark when he opens them again to look down at Tony. "I could tease you," he says. "But not just. I'm open to requests, go on..."

Ultimately, Steve is not that great at teasing. He'd rather go for multiple rounds than pleasure delay or denial. Maybe that's a facet of his general recklessness. Still, he's at least capable of not rushing either of them, and he pauses both licking and stroking to give Tony a chance to answer.

There's a moment of breathless anticipation that pulls a low sound from Tony as Steve's mouth smooths against the tip of his cock...and then Steve pulls his head away. The sound Tony's making turns a little more frustrated as he slumps back against the table.

"Well," he says as he licks his lips to wet them and tries to pull himself back together a little. "You could get on with it. Just saying."

It's not his best work, but he's harder than he can remember being and Steve is still looking at him like that, and it's getting steadily harder to think. He can't help but arch just a little, like he's trying to get contact back any way he can.

"Come on, do you want me to say please?"

"Nuh-uh," he grins. "But I want you to say my name when you get close. Say it like you mean it."

He gives one last teasing lick, a blend of hunger and affection sparkling in his eyes. "And consider whether you can manage more than one round tonight, mm?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. Tony's expression and voice are relatively calm and even, but his body language is screaming that he's past ready for more. So is Steve, for that matter. He's still not rushing, though, wrapping his lips around the head of his cock and suckling gently for a few seconds before taking more of him in.

He does this like it's a pleasure in itself, savoring the heat and sensation in his mouth, and watching the other man's reactions with hooded eyes.

Tony's back bows as Steve finally puts his mouth on him, just barely managing to keep himself from rocking up into that wet heat. The building anticipation has somehow made it seem so much hotter, like this is the only thing he's ever wanted.

He stares back at Steve, eyes wide and pupils blown wide enough that it makes them look almost black. And he's already panting, the muscles in his arms tense from where he's gripping onto the table like it's the only thing holding him in place. He can't even consider the possibility of doing this again. He's not sure he'll survive it.

"Jesus," he finds himself saying, mouth on autopilot. It could be anything. He's too busy watching Steve's mouth.

Steve doesn't want to look away from Tony's face. The expression he's got, the flush, the desperate excitement; the whole picture sends a thrill of uncomplicated joy through him. There is so little in their lives that does that.

He's got his right hand curled around the base of Tony's erection still, but as he bobs his head and takes more and more of him down, he moves to stroke his hip and abdomen instead. He fancies he can feel the muscles quivering, tense beneath his fingers.

His eyes fall completely shut for a moment as he moans, the timbre and pitch just low enough to thrum against the cock in his mouth. He can't smile while he's occupied with this--at least not with his mouth--but he sort of wants to.

It's the vibration that finally makes Tony throw his head back, his eyes slamming closed as he just lets himself feel it. There's so much of it, the mouth on his cock and the hands on his skin and Tony's brain scrambles every time he tries to just focus on one thing. Eventually he just gives up and lets it happen, panting out quick little breaths when he remembers to take them.

Letting go of that last little bit of control seems to relax something in him. He's still drawn wire tight, twitching restlessly under Steve's hands, but the tension he almost always carries is just gone. He's not trying to put on a show or make a point, he's just lying there and appreciating every sensation that Steve pulls out of him.

Steve can feel the shift as he throws his head back, and he opens his eyes again, looking at Tony. He looks like he's drowning in it, carried away in sensation, and it's one of the more beautiful pictures Steve has ever seen. He makes another little sound, less deliberate, more of a whimper of approval than a hum, and his hand skims the planes of muscle and bone across Tony's hips and belly.

He's trying to go slow, but it's easy to get carried away with this kind of encouragement. He bobs his head again, pulls back slowly with a slick, wet noise, and then sinks down again with a sigh. There is no rush here. He could happily keep this up for a long while, maybe even longer than Tony could take.

His one major regret is he can't talk to him while his mouth is this occupied. But maybe that's for the best. They can let physical reactions speak for the both of them.

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.

He has to pause for just a second, for that, pulling off of him slowly with a soft cough and licking his lips. "Yeah...That's exactly what I wanna hear, Tony. Tell me you like it."

This time as he goes down on him, Steve leans forward, letting Tony rest fully on the table so he can have both hands free to hold onto his hips. His throat works a little as he makes himself relax enough to take him all the way down, breathing through his nose. His grasp on Tony's hips is strong; maybe just this side of too strong. He may leave some light bruising if he's not careful. And he's not being especially careful at the moment, far too wrapped up in the scent and the pulse and the sound of Tony's voice rumbling in his chest.

Just as much as that, though, he's caught up in his own physical sensations, because he can't remember ever being this turned on just by giving head. It aches, and he's not about to rut against a chilly worktable, but he's testing his own patience.

And like it's flipped a switch, Tony can't seem to stop talking, even if it's mostly a serious of breathless swears with Steve's name mixed in every so often. He doesn't seem to realize he's doing it, head still thrown back and eyes tightly closed.

And then Steve's hands settle on his hips and press him into the table. It's almost that grip as much as the wet heat surrounding his cock that makes all of Tony's words trail off into a sound so low and rough that it's almost inhuman. One that somehow goes even lower as Tony tries to buck his hips up and can't, then chokes off entirely as Tony flexes to feel the strength pressing back against him.

It's all he can do to try and gasp out a warning, hopefully understandable, that he's reached the absolute limit of his control. But maybe the way every muscle in his body locks up is just as clear.

Tony doesn't have to be coherent; in fact, it's telling that he's not stringing full sentences together. Just hearing his own name gasped out and moaned like that is more than enough for Steve. He's struck by a fit of sudden, aggressive affection; he wants to just hold onto this man and curl his body around him and hold on, rock and stroke him through the throes of pleasure he's hearing. Pin him down and cover him with his own body and shield him from within and without.

Something clicks--something which he will analyze later, when he can think more clearly--because he can hear and feel Tony's reaction when he tries to push against Steve's powerful grip and fails to budge it. He can sense that's a catalyst that's pushed him past the point of no return, and at the moment why that doesn't matter.

Steve gives a softer, lighter groan in return, swallowing around Tony with no sign of objecting to it. Rather, he lifts his eyes up again to look at the man's face as he comes, tapering off the intensity of his attention to draw the spasms out as long as he possibly can.

He might lose track of time for a little while as the orgasm slams over him, completely swept away by just how overwhelming it is. There's nothing but wave after wave of pure sensation and Tony just lets it happen, lets himself do nothing but feel it.

When he finally starts to come back to himself, he's gone as boneless as he was tense a few moments ago. His arms are still over his head but the tension is gone, like he couldn't do more than just let them flop there. His entire body is still shuddering occasionally, muscles twitching like they're not sure what to do with themselves.

Tony hasn't felt this good in years.

It takes a moment or so for him to find his voice, and it's rough when he finally manages to murmur, "jesus christ."

Steve releases him slowly with a couple borderline-pornographic noises. He rolls his own shoulders and neck a little, smiling with a blend of smug contentment and tenderness, and gradually moves his hands to stroke the other man's thighs. A little messy, he wipes the back of his wrist across his mouth, licks his teeth.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," he says, and it sounds just as insufferable as Tony might have expected. Like he's just won something. Except then his eyes go soft and warm again, and he nuzzles the inside of Tony's knee.

"You okay? Not too cold? God, you make great noises. I want to do that again. Often." Uh, but not right away. Neither of them is quite up for that so soon, he figures.

It's a little bit of a struggle for Tony to get his eyes open again, but when he does manage to glance down he can't help but huff a laugh at the unbelievably smug look on Steve's face. No that he can blame him. If Tony had just sucked a guy's brains out through his dick, he'd look as smug as possible too.

"I'm good," he says, still smiling a little, and finally reaches down to slide his fingers into Steve's hair. Mostly just for the sake of touching. "Just gimme a minute to feel my feet again."

Tony may still get the opportunity to suck a guy's brains out through his dick tonight! Steve has no objection. It just sort of...happened, the way it happened. And he's just as glad it did, right now, because Tony's almost sweet when he's relaxed like this.

Steve hums with approval at the stroking through his hair, closing his eyes briefly. He stays where he is for a couple minutes, then gently begins to disentangle from between the other man's legs, opting to move up his body to slip an arm around his shoulders. That makes for a different kind of skin-to-skin contact. He gives him a couple lazy nips under his chin, then nestles his head in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

He likes a little cuddling, and this is a good opportunity, while Tony's boneless and content and Steve is feeling comfortable with this kind of intimacy.

He can't help but laugh softly as Steve settles over him, and keeps the hand tangled in his hair. The other arm he wraps loosely around Steve's shoulders, hand lightly splaying out across his back.

"You okay there?" He murmurs, letting his eyes slide closed again as he just relaxes into the hold and pets him absently. "I can take care of you in a minute if you haven't come yet." Tony's not going to make assumptions. Steve probably could have brought in a marching band at the end there and Tony wouldn't have noticed.

"Thank you for that, by the way." He drops a soft kiss against the top of Steve's head. It just seems polite to show his appreciation for a blowjob that good.

"Mnnf. What's so funny?" He licks the side of his neck, amused but pretending to be mildly offended. "You're lucky I didn't hop up onto the table with you."

The table can probably take it, but Steve's sure getting squished between him and a hard flat surface would be uncomfortable. He'll save that for when they're in a bed.

"I'm good," he says, although the heat to his face and the way he can't seem to stop nuzzling and squirming against him says no, he definitely hasn't come yet, and his patience is wearing out. "I mean, yes please. My hands were occupied pinning you, and I didn't want to fuck the table."

He grins at the kiss. "You going to thank me every time? 'Thank you, sir, may I have another'?"

Now he's just being silly.

"I might," Tony says, trying for dignified and not quite making it. He does at least try to nudge Steve back so that he could sit up, though the hand still in Steve's hair made sure he couldn't go far.

In fact, Tony pulled him right in for a long, slow kiss as slipped his free hand down between them, tracing the lines of his stomach and then down lower until it could wrap lightly around his cock. Tony smiles against his mouth, apparently more than a little pleased to do some teasing of his own, and gives him one long stroke from base to tip.

"Can't have you feeling neglected," he says without pulling away from Steve's mouth, his voice nearly a purr.

Already sitting up and ready to reciprocate? Steve will have to try harder next time. Maybe tease a little longer. Still, his body language is languid and satisfied, and Steve loves the look on him. He lets Tony nudge him into whatever position seems to suit him, kissing him back, slow and soft and intimate.

He inhales sharply at the touch to his cock, hips giving a little twitch before he can quite stop them. He's so aroused he's super-sensitive, flushed dark and angry.

"Unh," he replies faintly, against Tony's lips, and closes his eyes. "...mmkay. I like this plan. Show me what y'got, Tony."

He laughs, the sound low and pleased as he keeps moving his hand over the length of him. He wants to tease, wants to draw this out, but Steve's been so patient that making him hold back almost seems cruel. He'll have time to really work on Steve later, Tony's going to make sure of that.

"If you wanted that," he says, sounding far too amused, "you shouldn't have fried my brain." He nips at Steve's lower lip, then turns slightly to scrape his teeth along the line of his jaw. The grip on Steve's cock firms as Tony's mouth trails down his throat, leaving little stinging nips at random.

"But I wanted to fry your brain, too," Steve tells him in an almost plaintive tone. He's teasing, but he's also about as turned-on as he could be and still be able to form words, and his voice seems to veer from raspy to soft-pitched and sweet. "Nnnhhh, and you weren't exactly complaining at the ti-ime."

There's a hitch in his speech as the grip around him tightens, and his hips jolt, thrusting into the touch. He makes a small growling sound then, liking the bites, as well, very much. "God, Tony. I want--I need to sit or lie down, you're making me crazy."

His knees are getting weak, and while that won't stop him from letting Tony work him to a climax, he might enjoy it more if he can worry less about collapsing.

"You really want me to stop?" He squeezes gently like an illustration, but lifts his head with an almost thoughtful expression. His bedroom would be ideal, but it's a little far at the moment. Also getting there requires a possible gauntlet of nosy roommates, and won't that be fun. They'll get there eventually, Tony's going to see to that, but he has something to take care of first.

With a quiet little hum, he nudges Steve back and slips down off worktable. And then, without letting go, begins to slowly back Steve towards the couches tucked into the corner of the workroom. They probably should have started there, if he's honest, but if Steve wanted to suck him off on top of his own work station who is Tony to argue?

When the back's of Steve's legs hit the cushions, Tony pushes him down onto it and then immediately follows, knees planting on either side of Steve's legs to straddle his lap. "Better?" He asks with a flash of a grin and goes right back to stroking him. He might have a slightly one track mind at present.

"No! Don't stop," he protests. Just...alter physical reality to put Steve in a more comfortable position without having to pause the attention. Okay, so that's a tall order. Steve's hands slide up to run through Tony's hair again, but he's more or less pliant when he moves and backs him toward the couch. Without letting go of his cock. Is that a power move or a concession to Steve's plea? He's not sure, but he likes it either way.

He grunts as he collapses back onto the couch, then laughs and slumps as much as he has space for, putting his arms around the other man. "God, yes. Much better."

And convenient. His hands slide down to cup Tony's ass, kneading lazily in time with the stroking. "Definitely better."

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