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Calling His Bluff

Summary: Over dinner, Steve says he doesn't have sex on the first date. But one hot and steamy makeout session on the way home and a single proposition later and Tony feels like he needs to say something.

Cross post from Ao3 for the @stevetonygames Bingo - Team Fuck 🍑🍆 - Prompt; First Date (Square B4)

"Y'know…" Tony started conversationally, holding his legs against his chest as he watched Steve shuck off his underwear in front of him.

"Yeah?" Steve asked, not looking at him as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and started slicking himself up with what could only be described as impatient gusto.

"I thought you said you don't fuck on the first date."

That earned Tony a look, Steve's brows lowered and his lips drew thin. He didn't frown exactly, but he looked less than impressed. Tony wondered if it was because of his word choice or the topic in general. Thankfully he wasn't left wondering long.

"I said I don't put out on the first date." Steve clarified, returning his attention to the bottle of lube, though now he was squeezing some onto his fingers.

"Eh, same difference. But, yeah, so? What made you change your mind?"

"You're different, Tony."

"How so?"

"... Honestly. You want to talk about this right now? When your ass is spread, everything is on display, and my dick is covered in lube? Really?"

"Yeah wh—holy shit—why not?"

He had to give Steve props for catching him off-guard, lube-slicked fingers swirling around his hole and then pressing inside of him with no preamble. Unconsciously he clamped down on the digits. Steve leaned down over him, his free hand near his head, sinking into the plush duvet Tony was laying back on. For what seemed like forever Steve said nothing, simply working Tony's hole open with an unwavering sort of attention.

"It's always been different with you, Tony. Doesn't help that I've been wanting to do this for… God, too long."

There was a reply hovering on the tip of his tongue and he had every intention of voicing it until Steve was pressing his fingers even further in and brushing over his prostate. Instead of any coherent string of words, the super soldier was rewarded with a surprised moan. Steve didn't disappoint, bearing down on that spot with such tenacity that it had Tony nearly writhing, his cock leaking, dribbling down his belly. But, just as it was getting really good… He stopped, pulling his fingers free moments later leaving him feeling distinctly empty. And frustrated.

"Asshole," Tony grumbled, which to Steve's credit garnered a shamed, if amused, look.

"Sorry… I just… You're not a super soldier, don't have my refractory period and I really wanna—"

"Fuck me."

"I… I mean technically yes, but I'd prefer calling it 'making love’ right now." Steve's nose wrinkled up slightly at the word usage this time, and Tony couldn't help but laugh despite his position and the burning need in his belly.

"Now who's talking too much? It's alright big guy, I get it. I've felt the same for a long time too. I'm saying; fuck me."

"I— Oh."

It didn't take much more encouragement after that, just a bit of being moved around, some lining up and then Steve was pushing inside of him with mostly relative ease. And—oh—wow he was big, really really big. Even with the ease he was sliding inside with, Tony felt practically stretched to his limit. He'd known Steve was large and girthy, it'd been standing there rigid and heavy not some seconds ago. But, fuck. As Steve bottomed out a low moan was punched out of Tony, his head thumping back onto the plush bedding as he relished in the feeling of being so full. It was almost tempting to have Steve not move at all, to stay like that, to keep him feeling stretched out and full and so damn good.

Until he started to move of course, then that was far superior to staying still. It didn't take long for Steve to bring the pace up to something that almost felt break-neck, each thrust fast yet deep, and given his girth each movement in and out was stroking him in just the right spots. Tony's toes curled, moan after shaking moan escaping his slackened mouth. That seemed to goad Steve on, a pretty, dark flush starting to bloom over his cheeks, extending all the way to the tips of his ears.

There was no intentional chase to orgasm, no building pressure like a coil in his belly that he had a moment to acknowledge. One moment Steve was pounding into him with all the single-minded enthusiasm in the world, and Tony’s cock was oozing precum, twitching now and then against his belly. The next—his cock throbbed, then pulsed and he was spilling over his belly, some hitting his chest. And, Steve… Steve didn’t stop.

At the mercy of the super soldier over him, Tony babbled something that he wasn’t entirely certain was any form of human language, writhed, and then—christ—he was cumming again, a strangled cry breaking free as his legs started to tremble. That seemed to be Steve’s breaking point, leaning in to crash their lips together as he rutted into him in earnest. Tony was quite happy to have Steve’s tongue in his mouth, to swallow each of his cries as his hips mostly stilled, only twitching as he filled Tony all the way up. Even when it was over, they continued to kiss for long minutes, like their lives depended on it. Like they hadn’t had one hell of a make-out session on the way to the penthouse maybe an hour earlier.

Eventually, Steve pulled away from the kiss, his full lips looking kiss bruised and wet, and then he was nuzzling under Tony’s chin, drawing a pleased hum in return. Letting go of his legs finally Tony groaned as they lowered to either side of Steve’s waist, he brought his arms up to hold those broad shoulders and to tangle a hand in damp blonde hair. That action garnered a happy mumble, only encouraging him to scratch lightly at Steve’s scalp. After a few minutes of that, he was lifting Tony up, repositioning them further up on the plush bed, and then settling back down on top of him.

“I don’t think it counts.” Steve finally said, turning his head so that he could be understood, though he vehemently refused to remove it from its position under Tony’s chin.

“What…?” Tony intoned in confusion, brow knitting and fingers stopping the mindless toying with Steve’s hair.

“Putting out on the first date. I don’t think it counts, because I’m pretty sure this wasn’t our first.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, shawarma aside—”

“That doesn’t count, that was with the whole team.”

“Okay, fine, but that aside, one could argue that we’ve been on a good dozen ‘dates’ before this. They kinda were, just without the… feeling me up in the back of your car.”

“Huh… Fair point.”

“So, I told the truth. I don’t give it up on the first date.”

Shaking his head, Tony couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at that statement. After a moment, Steve joined in too and for a while, they were a tangle of limbs and amused chuckles.

Poundcake

Summary: When Tony mentions rimming, he can’t help but be curious. And when Tony explains?

Then he’s absolutely intrigued.

And when he ultimately settles down between Tony’s legs and gives it a try, it’s like he’s found something he’s been sorely missing his entire life.

Cross-post from Ao3 for the @stevetonygames Bingo - Team Fuck 🍑🍆 - Prompt; Found (Square O4)

Challenge: Fairy Godmother - for @amysnotdeadyet - wish: Steve eating Tony's ass

The first time Tony offers to let Steve eat him out, they’re talking about the things they have and haven’t done in bed. It’s of little surprise that Steve doesn’t have quite as long of a list of sexual acts, but it’s just as satisfying to see the looks of surprise when he admits what he has done. Still, when Tony mentions rimming, he can’t help but be curious. And when Tony explains?

Then he’s absolutely intrigued.

And when he ultimately settles down between Tony’s legs and gives it a try, it’s like he’s found something he’s been sorely missing his entire life.

He’s not sure what it is about it, exactly, maybe it’s getting to use his tongue to do what he usually does with his fingers or his cock. To tease and probe. Perhaps it’s getting to nuzzle his nose against his perineum as he does so and drag out lewd sounds in the process. Maybe it’s getting to brush his lips over such a sensitive and intimate area of Tony’s body and knowing he’s the only one to have been afforded the chance.

Maybe it’s the way Tony sounds when he ultimately comes undone.

Whatever it is, Steve knows he’s found something that he’s likely not going to get enough of for quite some time.

Tony doesn’t seem to mind.

Hell, if anything, Tony seems delighted in the new obsession, happy to let Steve find and nuzzle his way down until he’s pushing his legs back to expose him or rolling him onto his stomach to spread his ass wide so gingerly and delve in. And, thank god, because Steve doesn’t think he could stop himself from begging otherwise.

Tonight isn’t much different when they ultimately tumble into Tony’s bed, lust-filled, biting kisses turning into nips at Tony’s neck, a pleased sound rumbles out of Steve’s chest when his head is thrown back to expose more of the olive-toned expanse. Tony’s fingers in his hair, mussing it, tugging when he bites just a little harder. The action elicits a shot of electric heat and it pools in his belly and makes his cock weep where it’s pinned against his hip in his briefs.

Steve breathes out a moan, bites at Tony’s collarbone harshly, and is rewarded with another delightful pull to his hair.

It doesn’t take long at all for him to be nosing just below Tony’s navel, just above the band of his underwear, pressing hot wet kisses to the soft part of his belly. The fingers in his hair petting rather than pulling now, coaxing him lower bit by bit. His mouth drops further down, lips brushing in long, languid sweeps over the rigid length of Tony's cock trapped in a prison of silky soft fabric. His fingers curl into the band at his waist and tug the garment down until there is nothing between him and Tony's cock glistening with precum, head almost purple. Begging to be touched.

Sometimes Steve plays coy and ignores the temptation of wrapping his lips around Tony, foregoing feeling the weight of it on his tongue to reach his goal. Sometimes it's worth it because he gets to hear Tony grumble out half-formed curses until his tongue is dragging over his hole and then those curses turn into moans.

Tonight, however, he's feeling benevolent—generous. He licks a wet stripe from Tony's balls to the tip of his cock and then wraps his lips around him, sinking down with a pleased groan that rumbles in his throat. And, Tony… Oh, the sound he makes goes straight to Steve's dick, it's wanton and lewd in all the right ways.

"Oh… Steve…" Tony breathes, barely a heady whisper as his fingers tangle in his hair again.

Smiling around the cock in his mouth, he hums in response and then moans when the action makes Tony cry out.

Sooner than he thinks Tony would like, he's wrapping his fingers around the base and pulling off. Briefly, his tongue laves at the weeping slit, and then he's moving lower still, nudging Tony's legs wide. He nips a few times at his inner thighs, pulling breathy little gasps in response, and then Tony is lifting his legs and grasping behind his knees, exposing himself to Steve's hungry gaze.

Steve's mouth waters and he groans.

With his hands free he's able to cup Tony's ass, to knead at the firm flesh with appreciation. He's always loved his ass, even before he'd learned how amazing it is to be allowed to bury his face in it. The perfect swell and roundness of it, the way it fits into his palms. The tantalizing way it draws his eyes when Tony is bent at the waist over his work table or the breakfast bar or the back of the couch.

It's almost impossible to fight the urge to touch it every time.

The first touch of his tongue to Tony's hole draws a surprised gasp, the muscle quivering in response and he can feel his dick throbbing where it's still trapped and untended. He has no plans on touching himself and he knows he won't need to. Just this will be enough to make him cum and that thought is enough to make him twitch again against his hip.

He swirls his tongue around a few times, then swipes it from the bottom up toward his perineum pressing a kiss there when he reaches it. For that, Tony rewards him with a breathy, needy sound and it makes Steve grin. Repeating the series of motions, he only stops when Tony's legs are trembling and he's telling him to stop teasing, voice low and thick with latent arousal.

Giving him what he wants—how could he ever deny Tony anything—his tongue starts working over him with fervent motions, his mouth pressed hot and close, lapping over and over again. A needy groan of his own builds and builds until it's rumbling up out from his chest like a deep purr. And then he's nuzzling all the closer, nose nudging at Tony's perineum as his tongue breaches the tight ring of muscle.

"Oh fuck! Yesss, god Steve… Please." Tony cries, his hips rocking back into Steve's tongue, his mouth, his nose.

It's possible Tony doesn't know what he's begging for and frankly Steve isn't exactly sure either, but he slides one of his hands up from where they are still cupping his ass, taking Tony's weeping cock in hand and starting to pump it in time as he continues to fuck him on his tongue. Tony's next moan goes up a pitch and Steve shudders as hot arousal courses through him, tightening like a spring in his belly.

It's only a handful of minutes later when he can feel Tony's balls drawing up, can hear the way the pitch of his moans change, and knows that he's close. So close. And so is Steve, the coil of heat in his belly growing tighter and tighter, ready to burst. His other hand slides up, pressing firmly and rhythmically against his perineum as his hand continues to pump Tony's cock and his tongue works him over as well.

When Tony cums it’s like a chain reaction, release spilling over Steve's fingers, throbbing in his palm, and his hole fluttering against his tongue. And Steve unravels right along with him, his briefs quickly becoming a wet mess.

For long minutes after, he's guiding Tony's legs back down, pressing kisses to the nipping bruises he's left on his thighs, cleaning every last drop of cum from his own hand and Tony's belly. Then kicking his briefs off as he moves upward still. He captures a nipple for a moment, teasing the nub of flesh long enough that it makes Tony moan and then grumble at him briefly with a playful 'stop, you incorrigible bastard'.

Soon he is curled around Tony, their legs tangled as they kiss with slow, lazy motions. And it's so good. Only a little while later, Tony is nuzzled into the center of his chest, a gentle snore coming with each breath and Steve drags his fingers through his dark hair as he watches him.

Not for the first time, he thinks, he's also found the only person—only man he wants to spend the rest of his life with.