trickyarchangel:

I like to think Tony’s bedroom has a divider wall with a fireplace, that he leads Steve in by the hand one evening. Steve is blindfolded, but smiling as Tony babbles about everything but why he’s blindfolded. 

Steve immediately picks up on the scent of fruits and the heat of the fireplace going. His expression goes soft as Tony goes quiet and sits Steve down. He lets Steve go and Steve leans back on his palms as he listens to Tony undress. The soft slip of fabric is almost muffled by the murmuring crackle of the fireplace. 

It lulls him and he almost, almost startles as Tony begins to undress him next, but he just sighs pleasantly and let’s Tony work. When the first piece of fruit touches his mouth, Steve grins and curls his tongue out to gently take it. 

Over the course of the evening, Tony feeds Steve fruit and champagne -for the taste- and then begins to feed Steve sweet sauces with his body. A strip of strawberry sauce along the tendon in his throat that Steve nips at and sucks the pool of juice from Tony’s clavicle. 

A circle of chocolate that traces the scars of where the arc reactor used to be and, if Steve spends an inordinate amount of time at Tony’s nipples… Well, Tony isn’t complaining. 

Whipped cream comes with Tony’s fingers, shoved between Steve’s lips as Steve’s cock thrusts deeply. 

It’s sticky and messy, and the blindfold is ruined by juices, but it’s one of the most erotic things Steve’s ever been a part of, and as he slides caramel-coated fingers around Tony’s cock to hear Tony come, he decides it’s his favorite anniversary.