goodmorningbeloved:

yes……how did you know…………

put them in one of tony’s nice leather chairs in an SI office

steve first thinking tony doesn’t mean it, because he knows how much tony loves his hands on his hips when he’s riding him, only to be proven wrong when tony almost snarls at steve’s fingertips on his waist and grinds down into him so firmly that the chair rolls back and knocks against the painting on the wall behind them a little

steve giving a small, strained moan at it and only scrambling for a better grip until tony takes his hands away himself. he’s still moving, still rolling his hips in languid, unhurried circles over the hard line of steve’s dick in his pants and the blessed friction leaves steve dazed enough that he kind of just latches on to the first thing his hands are guided to, which happens to be the armrests

tony all dark eyes and mostly-good intentions, kissing steve everywhere but the lips while he essentially fucks himself down onto steve through their clothes. tony murmuring low and filthy things as he looks down on steve’s hazy, reverent gaze. steve calling him a tease, probably. tony laughing breathlessly and sliding a hand down steve’s chest and over one of his nipples because yeah, but steve’s going to come from it, isn’t he

steve nodding and whispering breathless “yes”s and “please”s and “so good, tony”s because he was raised with manners okay. tony making his approval known when he asks—or tells—steve to come for him. tony smiling silkily when steve throws his head back and bucks his hips upwards. tony praising him quietly through it, riding out the waves of his orgasm with him

steve, bless the serum, recovering quicker than most. steve looking at tony with love but also that same kind of intent that had flashed in tony’s eyes as he guides him closer, lifts his ass with one hand so he can adjust their position, until tony is straddling one of his thighs. (“god, that’s so hot,” tony rambles by the hickey on his neck.) steve finally putting his hands on tony’s hips where they belong, and then guiding tony’s hips into motion, making him grind his cock down on steve’s thigh again and again until he sobs out his own release against steve’s chest

tony huffing afterwards, going, “i’ll never be able to spend another second in this office without thinking about you,” as if he didn’t instigate this whole thing

steve scoffing, “then we should have done this in your workshop,” then saying “no, shower first, tony,” when tony attempts to drag him off to do just that

barnes-romanova:

RIP IN PIECES ME GOODBYE WORLD. 

blossomsinthemist:

YES.  Yessssss, omg.  Once Tony’s relaxed, open enough, Steve slips his finger into that tight heat, very wet now, sloppy and dripping from Steve’s saliva, and Tony didn’t expect it at all, and just makes this loud keening noise that almost embarrasses him, except for the punched out noise of desire it makes Steve make, the way Steve jerks under him and his fingers clench in Tony’s thighs and he licks him with even more determination, even as he keeps up that constant, gentle, teasing pressure on Tony’s prostate, just firm enough to ramp Tony up, because he knows exactly how firm Tony needs that pressure to get going, never stopping the movements of his tongue.

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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