tari-aldarion:

GUYS this is my first Sinful Saturday porn in like forever. Also: I know it’s a lame title. Deal with it.

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Tony buried his face into the pillow resting on his arms as
Steve settled on his knees behind Tony. He adjusted Tony’s stance on his hands
and knees so that his ass was perfectly on display. Steve paused to stare at the
picture Tony made, spread out for him on the bed, the fading light outside
casting a soft glow over Tony’s golden skin. Steve felt the low thrum of
arousal that had been simmering through him all day come out in full force,
hitting him with a burst of lust, as was often the case around Tony.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Steve leaned down and left a stinging bite mark on one of
Tony’s cheeks, eliciting a startled yelp from the other man that trailed off
into a groan. Interesting, Steve
thought, filing that information away for further exploration.

Tony could feel Steve’s smile from behind him and grumbled, “Don’t
get any ideas, Rogers.”

Steve chuckled. “What makes you think I have ideas?”

“You always have ideas.”

“I don’t hear you complaining.” Telltale silence filled the
room and Steve grinned. “I think you might even like my ideas sometimes.” He
added, reaching down to stroke Tony’s hard cock, swiping a thumb over the head
and feeling smug at Tony’s gasp.

Tony had been hard all day after getting a text in the
morning from Steve:

I wonder if I could
make you come with just my tongue and fingers.

Tony had not been able to focus, staring blankly into space
at times, imaging how Steve’s tongue would feel licking across his hole. After
they had started sleeping together, they had explored their individual preferences
in bed but had never tried this. Tony’s overactive imagination threw every
fantasy regarding Steve’s tongue at him for the entire day, leaving him hard
and aching by the time Steve got back from dinner with Sam.

With anticipation singing through his veins all day, Tony
jumped Steve practically the second he walked in the door. He didn’t care at
all about whether it seemed desperate as Steve laughed and carried Tony to the
bed, stripping him efficiently and laying him out on the bed.

Steve carefully parted Tony’s cheeks and breathed wetly over
his hole, causing a full body shudder to run through Tony. The first tentative
lick made Tony moan softly into the pillow and his cock twitched visibly.
Emboldened, Steve dragged the flat of his tongue across Tony’s ass, pushing
slightly against the tight muscle. Tony’s hips shifted back just enough to
encourage Steve to start licking and sucking enthusiastically.

Tony buried his head into the pillow, muffling his groans
and whimpers, while pushing his ass back against Steve, begging for more. Steve
slowly pushed his tongue inside Tony, fucking him with his tongue until Tony
could feel the precome dripping off his cock onto the bed. Steve pressed
lightly against Tony’s perineum and Tony moaned loudly, turning his head to the
side and breathing heavily, trying to contain himself.

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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.

blossomsinthemist:

Yessss omg.  Tony isn’t even jerking himself; he has one hand in his mouth and one on the headboard.  Maybe he cups one hand under his cock, just to steady himself, but nothing else.  So it takes a long time, Steve slowly building him up, laving his strong hot tongue over his crease, along his hole, over the rim, before pushing it forcefully up inside him, and Tony starts making more and more noises, little throaty moans, hoarse hitching little gasps, high-pitched sounds, rolling his hips just a little with Steve’s finger, his stroking tongue, his sucks and licks, and finally Tony’s just begging incoherently, riding Steve’s finger and his tongue, and Steve’s just beyond gone on it, his whole world is the smell and taste of Tony, his damp thighs, his sweaty skin, and the sounds he makes, the feel of him inside against his tongue, and when Tony comes, gasping and jerking, Steve comes as well with helpless gasps, his head throwing back and his hips jerking up.

blossomsinthemist:

Oh my God.  OH MY GOD.  Yes.  And Steve really treating it like an act of worship almost, like Tony is his king, is his everything, as he licks into him and sucks gently on his rim and teases him with his tongue and thrusts it into him like his cock until Tony is moaning and rocking over him, constantly moving his hands from his thighs to his cock to Steve’s hair to the headboard, not touching himself too much because he wants to make it last, he wants to keep feeling the way Steve is licking into him so worshipfully, like Steve can’t think of anything better than this.