viudanegraaa:

viudanegraaa:

Oh man, at the Parade there was this dude that had to be like 6’4", possibly taller, and my friend was like I would climb him like a tree and I kept thinking about Steve seeing Iron Man and just being like gosh, he’s so big… Anyway, Steve is a certified robot fucker where’s the fic where he climbs Iron Man like a tree and Tony works him open standing in one spot, with Steve writhing against him

Usually Steve doesn’t like feeling small, but when he was so small (weak, defenseless, he thinks), and not in this body, but with Iron Man it’s different.

He knows Iron Man won’t drop him, will hold him steady. He’s past teasing and is just fucking him with his fingers, Steve has no other option (he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, Iron Man has an iron grip on his hip – fuck, this must be how Tony feels, and it feels so good – and he only wishes the bruise would last) than to lean against his shoulder. He’s babbling and he knows it. His cock is so hard, so red from rubbing up against Iron Man.

God, Iron Man is so methodical, so precise. All that power concentrated in those fingers (he has so much power in those hands and Steve’s at his mercy and gosh, it’s just so much, thinking about it makes him even harder) and they’re just working him open.

Winghead he says softly as he hits just the right spot and Steve comes right then. His hero holding up, keeping him steady.

Hey, love. How did that feel?

Steve’s just like… Please. I need all of you.

That’s when Iron Man places him on the bed and Tony takes off the armor and just ravishes him. God, Steve, you’re so good. He says before taking his cock into his mouth and Steve feels the wetness, the warmth, and just fucks into his mouth. Tony’s more than pleased. He glimpses at what Steve sees when he comes undone and he sees why Steve’s addicted.