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No. 81589
Posting here for an anon from avengerskink. I didn’t write this.
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Excerpt from a dirty/bad/wrong non-con post-Civil War fic I’m working on.
“Where are you going?” Steve grabbed Tony’s wrist and stopped him before he could move to the edge of the bed, the hold like vice even though there was still lingering sleep residue at the edge of Steve’s mind.
“I need to take a leak,” Tony said and looked at Steve’s hand, expecting Steve to let him go, brows drawn and lips thinned into a line at the end of the sentence, an indication of Tony’s displease at the treatment but he wasn’t trying to pull away, not fighting Steve at this stage, not over something this trivial. Tony didn’t look as if he was afraid of Steve, upset or resigned. He was simple himself, somewhat irritated when he wasn’t getting his way but tolerating Steve mostly because Steve was Captain America. Not even their rough coupling earlier could undo Tony.
Steve shook his head to clear the fog, fully awake and saw the frown deepen on Tony’s face from misunderstanding of the gesture. Tony hadn’t expected Steve to say ‘no’ and it caught him off-guard.
Steve should correct him but it meant saying ‘yes’ and letting Tony leave his side. Steve only wanted to look at him a little longer, cataloging the bruises Steve had put on him. With Extremis’ tremendous healing ability speeding up the process, by tomorrow, Steve doubted any of them still remained. Even right now, only the very dark ones showed— the fingerprints above his hipbones, the bluish shape from Steve’s kiss above his clavicle, and the teeth marks under his pectoral muscles running down to the softer area of his belly—as if the lesser bruises had healed before they had enough time to show up.
“Steve, it only takes five minutes. I’m not going to run away,” Tony tried again, looking at a spot above Steve’s shoulder. “I can’t anyway.”
“No, you can’t,” Steve agreed. The door always stayed lock and the titanium band around Tony’s ankle made sure he was cut off from Extremis and allowed Steve to track him anywhere.
Steve turned Tony’s hand until he could see the blue veins on his wrist, scissored by red marks from being pinned down and fucked into the mattress. Tony’s fingers twitched but he didn’t pull away, waiting patiently.
More like enduringly actually, Steve corrected himself because patience was never Tony’s strength.
Steve decided to keep him there a few seconds longer before releasing him. Pulling his arm toward his chest, Tony unconsciously rubbed at his reddened wrist, started to get up and walk away. There was a slight limp in his gait and Steve’s eyes were drawn to the space between his thighs where the inner skin looked damp as if the come and lube were dripping out.
Steve swallowed audibly from a surge of arousal in the pit of Steve’s stomach, pushed up off the bed and followed Tony before he realized what he was doing.
By the toilet, Tony stood with a hand encircling his cock. He glanced at Steve with puzzlement and his mouth parted open when he realized Steve was hard. “Can… uh… can it wait until I’m done?” His voice grew desperate. “I… I can’t right now. I need a few minutes alone. God, can you at least look away for a second?”
It was a reasonable request except that privacy was no longer a luxury Steve wanted to give him. Or anything else really, either favors, second chances or forgiveness because in the end, people got hurt. Died.
Steve watched Tony’s subtle attempt to hunch over and cover himself as if there was any part of him that Steve hadn’t seen and touched. Tony’s cock was soft but looked half-hard from the way it was held, the pink head visible in the circle made by his fist. Steve could still feel its silky texture and sensitivity against his palm.
Leaning back against the door, Steve folded his arms across his chest. “Go ahead. Don’t mind me.”
Tony flushed red all the way from his upper chest to the root of his hair. “I… I can’t.”
“Try,” Steve’s voice was firm.
Tony shifted from one foot to another, biting his bottom lip and Steve felt like he might start begging soon. The silence lasted a moment longer, Tony resolutely looked at the wall, both embarrassed and frustrated.
He startled when Steve wrapped his arms around him from behind. “Here. Let me help.”
Steve pried Tony’s fingers off and replaced with his own around Tony’s cock, his other hand resting on the lower portion of Tony’s stomach while one of his knees inserted between Tony’s legs and started to push them apart. Tony whined, tried to keep his legs together and relented after Steve squeezed around his cock warningly. Then, Steve began jacking him off with sure touches.
“Steve, don’t,” Tony hissed but arched backward against Steve’s chest and his hips pushed forward into Steve’s hand.
“Yes, Tony. Just like that,” Steve encouraged him and dragged his cock down the crack of Tony’s ass, rubbed at the wetness at the soft insides of his thighs, up to his balls and perineum.
“Steve,” Tony moaned his name again and it could be either a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ though Steve liked to think it was the former. There’s no lube or fingers this time, just Steve’s dry cock pressed against Tony’s entrance and Steve didn’t know whether Tony could take him or not but he wanted to try.
Tony was clutching so hard on Steve’s arms and the mop of his dark hair ticked Steve’s face as he shook his head. “God, I can’t…”
Steve stroke his stomach soothingly, kissed his shoulder and pressed forward, not so hard but relentlessly. It shouldn’t be difficult and Tony wasn’t truly fighting him but his body coiled tight, refusing Steve’s entry.
Just a few seconds longer and he would fetch the lube, Steve told himself, closing his teeth on the vulnerable earlobe and then, Tony cried out and his body opened up, letting Steve in.
Tony was indeed still wet, lube and come squealing and smoothing Steve’s slide until he was balls deep, lifting Tony off his feet and on his toes.
Steve panted heavily into the back of Tony’s neck at the dizzying thought of having Tony wet and ready for him all the time, his hips rolling in and out of Tony, loving the friction, heat and tightness of Tony’s passage as he fought against his bodily function.
“You can let go, Tony.”
“No,” Tony gritted his teeth, either dignity or embarrassment not allowing him to do this and Steve wanted to take it all away from him.
“Please don’t make me do this.”
“Yes, you can and you’re going to do it for me,” Steve said, rubbing his thumb under the sensitive head of Tony’s cock while keeping up with the torturous thrust in and out of Tony’s ass.
Tony kept clenching and unclenching and it felt not unlike fucking Tony while the other man had an endless orgasm. It was impossibly good. Steve had come twice and currently wasn’t in a hurry to get off, just reveling in the feeling of muscles rippling and caressing around his cock.
Tony was not going anywhere, impaled on Steve’s cock over and over. Steve could keep this up for a while but there was little to say whether he could outlast Tony’s stubbornness.
Steve’s tongue darted out to lick a stripe up Tony’s neck and nipped at the soft skin he found.
“You’ll be good for me, right?”
Steve soothed the bite with an open-mouthed kiss and applying steady pressure on Tony’s bladder, coaxing him. Tony trembled against him and let go another cry at the next thrust, cock dripping with precome, hot and heavy on Steve’s hand, his breathing ragged and loud mingling with his moans and the sounds of skin slapping on skin whenever Steve bottomed out in his ass.
Tony was close and exhausted from fighting both the desire to come and the need not to make a mess of himself in front of Steve who was finding it difficult to hold back.
"I got you,” Steve said and pulled out until only the head of his cock remained and slammed inside, nailed Tony’s prostate, did it again and again as one of his hand jacked him mercilessly and the other pressed down hard down on his lower belly and then, that was it. Tony tossed his head over Steve’s shoulder, screamed Steve’s name and squeezed tight around Steve’s cock, spilling white liquid over Steve’s hand, his body stringing tight like a bow.
Seconds after, a few droplets dripped from his cock and then started running into a small stream as if Steve was fucking it all out of him. Tony covered his face with both hands in both relief and embarrassment but his body relaxed into Steve and his legs fall wide open, letting Steve pound his ass.
This was Tony relinquishing the control he always held so dearly and the idea of it pushed Steve over the edge and come deep inside him.
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