une image d'entre vous - rp for myheartglows

[backin_theworld]

In Steve's head, this wasn't the first time he'd ask Tony to pose for him, in fact it had to have been the twentieth time, but he had yet to actually ask him. In person. For real.

One particular evening, Steve was down in the workshop, sitting in the middle on the couch with his sketchbook in his lap doodling away the things around. First Dummy, then the vector print of Iron Man's head mounted on the wall, and finally a rough sketch of Tony standing with his back to him working on something complicated. 

He looked up, looked back down, cleared his throat and went for it.

"You should let me draw you." he brought up nonchalantly.

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[backin_theworld]

"Shut up," he murmured, finding Tony's voice as more of an annoying distraction.

He pulled out slowly, pushed back in quickly and began a rhythm that wasn't quite predictable; a build up and teasing of the senses. And he knew Tony fucking loved it.

But, soon after, the pace begin to quicken.

[myheartglows]

"Okay," Tony quickly agreed, curling one arm in to cover his mouth and lying his head on it. "Shutting -- shutting up."

The noises that came out of him next and afterward had ceased to be words: just quiet little groans, accompanied by the scrap of the reactor on metal, and his breath quickening to a loud pant. His thigh muscles twitched in time, and his ass clenched tighter on every stab of good. Soon enough, when Steve quickened his pace, Tony squirmed underneath him, his dick still in Steve's hold and his head now buried in both of his arms, circling his hips back onto the thrusts and attempting forward to satisfy his own.

[backin_theworld]

As the intensity heightened, the pace quickened even more and soon, Steve's fingers that dug into the hollow of Tony's shoulder skipped to the edge of the bench over his head. Each hard thrust in was punctuated by a noise as he came closer to coming.

Letting go of his hold on Tony, his hand moved to cover the reactor, fingers flicking across the face and edges as he braced himself.

[myheartglows]

The muscles in Tony's back tensed further and further up, shoulders hunching in close as his fingers dug into his own arms. Sweat stuck between their bodies, the Captain's stomach pressed to Tony's ass and lower back. Tony managed through gritted teeth to keep any unnecessary noises in, just hot breaths bursting out in the enclosed space of his arms, but once Steve let go of his dick a long, low whine of Steve's name spilled out of Tony's mouth, only to be choked by a gasp when Steve's hand lay across the reactor.

But the dam had been broken now: Tony fell into a mess of encouragements, starting short with "C'mon," and then graduating higher to a mixture of moans and c'mons and Steves until the words were garbled together. Tony opened his arms, too, sliding them by the elbow till his face lay visible and cheek flat on the metal table (more leverage, sturdier for Steve to rut into), the fog on it forming outwards and then getting sucked in by his mouth.

[backin_theworld]

A few more thrusts into Tony and Steve teetered on the edge of climax, his fingers digging into the others hip with his right hand, nails damn near clawing with the left. His breath shook, moans stifled with the progression of grunts as he forced himself in and out more fiercely than he had moments before.

Everything stopped. Steve gasped, every muscle in his body tense as the ripples of euphoria rolled through him, his movement slowing to a erratic thrusts.

[myheartglows]

It left Tony sweat-soaked and shaking, wriggling with a twitch of his hips in Steve's hands, gasping and shuddering -- he hadn't come yet, but the onslaught from Steve had pushed him up and up and up till he swore his balls had turned blue, just wasn't enough, needed more, what, you're not stopping, are you? You're not slowing down? His cock ached heavily, dripping, and his fingers curled into fists, resisting just jacking himself off and over the edge, because Steve would take care of it.

Steve would take care of him.

"Don't leave me hanging, c'mon. You can't. You can't..."