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The Way We Meet

This is actually from an anon from a LONG time ago. A view of how I wanted to see the scene through a Sherlock/Irene perspective. Irene's PoV.

I know this is short but....Enjoy (Yes it came out of my FanFiction acc but this is a edit)

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I smiled as I heard his deep voice, sounding like a purr than anything else. He was speaking to his doctor, something I couldn't quite catch but I walked aside to hide myself as he left the room, fetching something in the kitchen. I stepped in and his eyes caught mine. He was alarmed, his muscles completely stiffen at the sight of me and his fingers wrapped tightly around my phone. I smiled, a daring one as I walked around him, brushing my fingers lightly around his silk, button-downed shirt. I gripped his long coat which he gave me because I was too bare. My hand slid into one pocket and then the other and smiled at what I found. As soon as I fully revolved around him, I sat on the couch that was facing him. I could tell that he had difficulty judging me by observing but he can't when I'm not wearing anything. The only thing that he can possibly deduce is that I am a well-hygiene woman.

"Problem?" I asked as I lifted my eyebrow. He blinked once and looked at me with emotionless eyes. I gave him a toothy smile, thinking that this was going to be a fun game.

"No problem. Just you," he responded in a low tone as he began to inspect every inch of my body. I felt his eyes roam around me and come to a full stop. "Brilliant." I chuckled softly when he said that as I pressed my feet against the floor and stood, making my way across the door and locking it.

"Hand me my phone." I said, more of a demand and less of the pleading. He hummed and shook his head as he dug his hand behind him and took out the device.

Big mistake.

I gave him a fraudulent smile and slowly made my way behind him. I saw his muscle tense more than it was before when I placed a soft hand over it. "My dear," I said in whispers and my head dip to press against his ear. My hand made it's way towards his shoulder as I began to rub it expertly. My other hand quickly pulled the syringe from the desk and inserted it in his neck, quickly pressing down the fluid before he jolted up. "Should've listened to me."

"What was- What the hell was that?"

"Give it to me." I calmly demanded but he shook his head before he tripped on his own foot and fell hard on his back.

"No." he whispered breathlessly as he tried to hide the phone. I smiled as I pinned his hand with my foot and took the leather crop I had.

"I will make you beg for me- beg. For. Sweet. Forgiveness." I emphasized the last words as I bent over and took my device,  tossing it on the couch before I heard knocking on the door. It was is pet doctor, always getting in the way. Damn him. I heard Sherlock moan before his body twisted. God, this man's moan is the most deepest thing iv heard in ages. I would love to keep a leash on him.

"No, no, no. Don't wory my dear." I said as I took my foot off of his wrist and placed my other one on his chest, the material making my toes curl against him. "I'll be gentle." I purred as my toes went lower to the buckle of his pants.

"G...gentle? To hell... With you..." he voice weakened as he exhaled and took a large breath. "What did you give me?"

"Like it? It gives you this...feeling. You start feeling it about now and I use it on all of my clients," I explained as I wanted to now set and example. My toes dug further downward as I found his rapidly growing length and heard him groan. "Kinda like aphrodisiac."

"Oh go-" he stopped to swallow and breathe. He was controlling himself, filthy man. I raised my crop and struck it on his cheek. I heard his moan once more but it was out of pain than it was pleasure. His eyes rolled back when I grounded his length like he was enjoying it all. I frowned once more and struck him again. Only this time, I saw the redness on his cheek.

"Sherlock! Open up!" I heard the cries of John and rolled my eyes. I removed my foot and tossed him his phone from his long coat as I heard the door crack and the lock break. My crop ran along his noticeable length in front of John and I took my phone. "Sherlock- What have you done Irene!" he shouted in anger as he took a step but I made him stop on his tracks when I pointed the crop at him. I chuckled at the fact that he respects women and would never strike me.

"Good boy. Teach Sherlock some of the manners for me: Never underestimate a woman." I purred as I inhaled his scent from his coat and began to walk at a window which led to tons of thrown away mattresses and someone awaiting me in a car. I glanced at Sherlock and he gave me a look -God what a look- of fires from both anger and passion. I know this wont be our last time together.

"What did you do to him!"

"Don't worry. He's fine," I sat on the ledge and tipped back a bit. "We will meet again. Next time, no more distractions." I looked deep into the eyes of the nearly-broken Sherlock with eyes of satisfaction. "I've beaten you." I say under my breath before plunging backwards and the only thing I hear is John shouting and his head popping out of the window. His look the me was disappointment but all I did was smile and wink before getting to my feet and running barefoot to the car. Calmly, I opened the door and stepped in.

"Where to, Madam?" I heard the drivers voice as I shut the door on the people that were looking at me.

"The usual. Take the longer route and double-take to make sure no one is following." I looked at his dark brown eyes through the rear-view mirror and smiled when he blinked and focused on the road. As he began to drive, my leg crossed my other one and I placed the crop on my chin. I buttoned up Sherlock's coat a few until I covered myself fully and placed my crop on my lap. Now I realized that I took a step outside like this. How unladylike.

"Sherlock ought to keep me entertained until this game is done."

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Stilettos and Suspenders: Part two

Guys...this is just the morning of Part one. No kinkiness...Just a morning get-off using fingers and mouths so yah...

Enjoy.

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Tony’s eye fluttered open as the rays of light forces itself through the heavy curtains. He turned his head towards the man who was hugging him in his sleep. He had to see more than the corners of his face so he eased his way out of Steve’s arms, moving softly so he wouldn’t wake him. It would be disappointing if he were to wake the beautiful man from his sleep because his face was just like an angel. Peaceful and glowing from the sunlight, making his sleepy-smile extra special. “Jesus, babe. You are gorgeous…”

Looking at his face wasn’t enough for Tony but instead, it was his body that caught his eye. The way he was laying, on his back with his muscles flexing as he shifted around, hand resting against his smooth chest and -oh god- his neck was fully bare for him to lick and nibble. He wanted to try oh so bad. So he did.

Bending towards him, Tony got from the curve of his neck to the lump of his Adam’s apple and sucked, leaving a small mark on him. Tony ignored Steve’s throaty moans as he continued to leave marks all the way up towards his earlobe. “Very beautiful…” He whispered huskily as he took his earlobe into his hot mouth, caressing it with his tongue.

Steve let out another moan as his back arched unconsciously and his eyebrows furrowed. Tony softly released him and placed his hand against his chest, pushing him down. His smirk was devilish, knowing he could do anything he wishes with Steve’s body, mark him….make him his…

Tony quickly controlled his urges when he felt his own body rolling its hips against the rough bed-sheet. God damn, since when he got hard this quickly and without even knowing. He wasn’t the only one though, he thought as he look down at Steve’s rapidly growing length. He only hummed with amusement as he trailed invisible circles against his chest, slightly going lower each circle.

Tony watched, fascinated as Steve’s muscles responded to his touch and so he began to wonder how long can he keep this up without waking him. He lowered his hand until he was in grasping range but he waited, cataloging his every movement, his every breath before shifting away from his chest and slipping between his legs. He watched as Steve’s member twitched and wondered again what kind of dream is he is having. Images began flashing by of how Steve being pushed on a table and bent over while being fucked roughly from behind.

The images shot straight to his groin and he groaned at the sensation. His eyes flicked up to Steve face, concentrating on his facial expressions as be took him with his mouth. His skillful tongue curled against the tip leaving Steve in a whimpering mess and his cheek hallowed before leaving his cock with a plop. Steve was still asleep but shifting to thrust his hips up slowly. Jesus fuck…

Tony was determined now with the new found mission he just gave himself. He considered this as an experiment so he took down a mental note of everything that happened, from the sudden gasps to the moans and the shift of the body.

Tony leaned closer to swallow him a bit but remembered he couldn’t because deepthroating wasn’t his specialty. He kept quiet as he swallowed him once more but gagged as Steve cried out and thrust his hips upwards. Tony’s hands quickly made it up to Steve’s hipbones and pinned him against the bed. “T-Tony…” Tony’s eyes flicked up towards Steve and paused momentarily. Was he dreaming about him? Not the matter now, he thought as he scrambled around and found the lube under the pillow. Wait… That only meant that Steve uses that before he goes to bed? He masturbates before he sleeps? He made a mental note and told himself to never delete it.

He settled between Steve’s legs once more and uncapped the lube before coating his fingers. His licked his lips in anticipation and hunger as he capped the bottle and placed it next to him. He rubs the pad of his finger against Steve’s entrance and watches with amusement as he saw him arch his back a bit and release a sigh. A cry broke from Steve’s lips when Tony breached his hole with one, swift thrust of his finger. “T-Tony? Wha- Ah!” Steve cried once more as Tony thrust his finger into him again. He was finally awake. “Oh god… Like that…” He bit his lip from mewling and reached behind him to hold the bars until his knuckles turned white. That’s when Tony entered the second finger. He stopped when Steve whimpered and bit the pillow next to him. “You ok?”

“Y-yeah Tony…Just keep doing that…” Steve panted as his mouth hung open and the grip on the bars had increased. Tony made sure to look at him closely before inserting the last finger and slowly began pumping. Steve’s eyes rolled back as the sensation ripped through him like a never ending wave of pleasure. Wave after wave, Steve moaned and threw his head back. Tony looked at his lovers face once more before taking him into his mouth while still pumping his fingers into him, trying to locate that lump that will make his head spin. As soon as he discovered it, he assaulted it as best as he can. “oh g-god Tony!” Steve cried as he rolled his hips upwards and for the first time, Tony took him whole, expanding his throat to accommodate him and keeping himself there until he needed to breathe. He felt a hand on him as he moved up. It was Steve’s hand, urging him to continue.

“Tony -oh- babe, I’m gonna…” Steve couldn’t continue talking because every time he would try, Tony would constantly swallow him whole, leaving his words incoherent. Instead of talking, he removed his hand from Tony’s head and placed it on his shoulder. Feeling Steve’s body tense, Tony retreated and stroked him swiftly, throwing him over the edge by pressing roughly against his prostrate. Steve came with a shout, coating Tony’s chest and parts of his arc reactor. Steve panted, thrusting his up and gripping the bars fiercely with his other hand. He called his name over and over as he rode the waves before calming himself. “Jesus, Tony.” Steve whispered as he turned his head towards Tony and smiled before looking at the ceiling. “That was….”

“Amazing?”

“Mmm.” He responded as he let out a sigh and removed his hand from the bars. Tony crawled his way towards Steve and dove straight towards his lips. Tongue caressed tongue in a soft, caring kiss leaving Steve smiling at the end. “But… What about you?”

“I can manage.” “But you won’t.” Steve said as his fingers trailed down Tony’s chest and towards his hard cock. Tony sighed softly as fingers wrapped around him. He leaned up to place both of his hands on the bar to keep himself steady as his hips rolled against Steve’s hand. He panted slowly, feeling him self build up and already so close. “I bet you are already close.” Steve said huskily as he watched Tony’s face. “From watching me come apart just from your fingers and your mouth.”

“Yes.” Tony tried to swallow the gasp as he felt Steve’s thumb run roughly against the tip of his head. “OH god-“ “It’s your turn to come apart. I’ll be here to catch you, babe.” Steve whispered gently as he used his other hand to push himself up in order to capture Tony’s lips, muffling out his cries as he came, coating Steve’s stomach. Tony nearly, collapsed if it weren’t for his strength. He stayed frozen for a moment, letting the feeling last until he felt a tongue circling around his arc reactor. He shivered slightly but calmed knowing that it was Steve under him. “Made a mess on it.” “So your cleaning it with your…tongue?” “Mmmhmm.” He responded as he licked the remains off.

“God, you will be the end of me, Steve.” Tony chuckled as he leaned closer towards Steve and kissed him gently, loving the taste as their tongues collided. Steve cupped his cheek lovingly and giggled slightly. “What?”

“Nothing. Just had a thought.” “Yeah? What was it?”

“Us fucking like bunnies until I literally will be the end of you.”

“Hmm,” He purred as he rubbed circles against his chest just like he did while he was sleeping. "Not a bad idea."

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And...that will be the end of Stilettos and Suspenders. Thank you for sticking with us! :D

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Cold as Ice

So... A little something that just popped into my head, nothing big.

Kinda Platonic though. Not the stuff I usually write (slash or fluff)

This is a more....friendly-ish Johnlock I couldn't help with the romance but here it goes. (nothing dark, I promise)

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"Come on, John! We are loosing him!" Sherlock called out, turning his head to see John running, catching up with Sherlock's longer legs but as soon as he saw him leap towards the other rooftop, he froze immediately. "The moon should provide enough light now jump!" Sherlock wasn't shouting at John angrily or wishing he was good enough to catch up to him but he was caught up with the adrenaline rush he was having. Encouraging John just made him too pumped up. That's when he saw John leap with a shout and landed on his legs but crashing to the floor.

"Im fine, Sherlock." John panted as he slowly gathered himself and whipped the dirt off of him. Both of them sprinted as fast as they could towards the burglar but that doesn't seem to be enough as he would run faster.

They had a goal to this chase because Sherlock wouldn't just catch and call Lestrade for ANY burglar. That man had a ring connected to a very complex case and if that ring were to be lost, he would fail. Everyone know Sherlock, he doesn't fail in any circumstances. He may delay the case but never close it unsolved.

"Sherlock!" John warned as he pulled Sherlock away from the rock that was aimed towards them.

"A burglar without a gun? Idiot." Sherlock growled.

"God... Timing." John huffed as they jumped over the ally and into another rooftop. When he looked at the back of the burglar, his eyes widened. "Sherlock. Look ahead!" "The Thames? He going to hide the ring." "What? Why would he-" "God, it's obvious. He was hired by the murderer to hide the ring." Sherlock looked around for any items to throw but there was nothing. "NO!" Sherlock growled angrily as he saw the man stop and stretch his arm back. "DON'T YOU DARE!" Sherlock leaped towards the man but it was too late, he already threw it. Sherlock held him in a death grip and kept him in place as he thrashed around.

"I got it!" John called out as he ran towards the edge and jumped off with no hesitation whatsoever which scared Sherlock slightly.

"John no wait-!" As soon as Sherlock took his attention off of the man, his chin got punched by a large fist and his balance faltered. He caught himself from falling and cursed as the man took the chance and ran as fast as he could. "Bastard." He mumbled as looked back towards the water. He ran to the edge and looked over. He didn't see John.

What if he drown.

What if he suffers from Hypothermia.

What if-

He really hadn't given it much thought before he was shouting John's name over and over. That's when he saw John's head emerged from the dark water and looked up. Sherlock could see from here that John was shivering but smiling. His arm raised, the damaged one, as he shook the small box that contained the ring. Sherlock smiled, a authentic smile as he now understands that John is ready to help Sherlock at any cost.

"Sherlock, get me out. I'm freezing." His teeth chattered slightly as he began swimming towards the docked boats. Sherlock ran to the other side of the rooftop to go down a ladder. As soon as he reached the floor, he brushed himself and walked near the docked boats, seeing a hand grasping the edge.

"Good work, John." Sherlock chuckled as he walked towards the edge but saw John's head looking down at the water. "John?" He was concerned. "John!" Panicked, Sherlock knelt down and grasped the wrist that was closest to him and pulled as hard as he could. When he saw half of John's body against the ground, he release on of his hands to get the ring before grasping his other wrist to pull him the rest of the way up. Immediately, he rubbed the sides of his arms to create heat as John's body shivered violently. He hastily unbuttoned his long coat and lifted John's back to wrap it around him. He also removed his scarf to wrap it around John's neck and continued to rub his arms to warm his body up.

"I-I'm fine. I am no where near hypothermia." John chuckled as he let out a shaky sigh and opened his eyes. "I got the ring..." "Idiot."

"What?" John was now confused as he stared deeply into Sherlock's eyes, searching for an answer. "I don't understa-" "You could've suffered from hypothermia if you stayed in the water longer than you have. Then what?" "Sherlock I-" "For a bloody ring? Your life is more valuable than that ring! What happened if you drowned?" "I didn't want you to close the case unsolved... You worked so hard on it..." John whispered and snapped Sherlock from his angered state. Sherlock huffed and dug his inside the coat pocket to pull out his phone, text Lestrade, and gripped the phone tightly. "You could've told me not to get it but I guess my-" John's words were muffled as Sherlock captured his lips. The sudden action knock John words off of his brain and didn't know how to react properly but the warm lips against his cold ones sent blushes to his cheeks. John voluntarily opened his mouth to let Sherlock access his tongue and when they curled against each other, a moan was released.

Sherlock's hand roamed around John's arms and was now moving towards his chest. He felt out one nipple and rubbed lazy circles around one and then the other, having John's back arch to the touch. More moans escaped as he felt the heat spread around his body. "oh..." John sighed in realization to Sherlock's actions. He was trying to heat him up and it seems to be working. "ooohhhh...." He moaned as he felt Sherlock pinch and roll. "Jesus... I think... I'm fine now, Sherlock." "Good. Was trying to make sure." Sherlock smirked as he stopped, retreating his hand towards his phone as he heard it buzz. An ambulance came and a few police officers with Lestrade.

"Alright? The both of you?"

"Yes. Next time, get here a bit quicker. John and I will be returning to Baker Street to rest." Sherlock said as he tosses Lestrade the small box and assisted John in standing. He kept his hand across from John's back to his shoulder as they walked past Lestrade.

"But Sherlock... John need's go to the Hospital or at least a doctor to get-"

"John doesn't need a hospital and he is a doctor. Text me with further questions and goodnight, Lestrade." Sherlock dismissed him quickly as he walked through the ally, holding John towards him protectively.

"Thank you, Sherlock." John mumbled under his breath, wanting Sherlock to hear.

"Hmm?" "For caring." "I always do."

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Now I need someone to art the part where John is wearing Sherlock coat around his shoulders, scarf around his neck, and Sherlock arm slung over his shoulder to pull him close to him (Under the full moon btw). Only then my life will be perfect.

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Breathing's not boring now, is it?

Inspired by this. (Sexlock's art)

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John sat on his chair, drowning himself with his blog. Every once in a while he would tug the sleeve of his white jumper away from his wrist and flick his eyes over to Sherlock who was sitting on his chair, knees bent, hands pressing together thoughtfully and his eyes distant. He was paying close attention to the cigarette pressed between his lips and the sudden sharp inhale. "Sherlock, you were doing so well. What happened this time?" "The case. Very complex." "So you decide to waste seconds of your life smoking every time you hit a bump?" John's typing had ceased when he talked, showing that he wasn't the type of person who can multitask. When Sherlock didn't answer, his gaze fell right back on the screen of his laptop. He used his fingers to slowly type the last bit of the unsolved case and saved it. His nose picked up the foul smell of the cigarette and he coughed slightly. "I understand that you have a habit now but I still want to breathe." John mumbled as he logged off of his blog and proceeded to shut the laptop down safely.

"Why? Breathing is boring..." He heard Sherlock say behind his back. John huffed out a breath and shut the laptop loudly enough for Sherlock to hear. He stood, sliding the wooden chair back to make room for him to move away. Sherlock's inhale made it up to his ear and he shuddered. For a moment, he thought that his mouth was Sherlock's, having the cigarette pressed between his lips, the smoke covering his taste buds and filling his lungs which made John cough again.

"How? How is breathing boring for you? You do it everyday to live." "Exactly, John." Sherlock sprang from the chair and walked towards the window, staring at the full moon lighting up the empty street. "Breathing is a boring, daily routine that we do for the rest of our lives. Boring, boring, boring." Sherlock rolled up the sleeves from his purple shirt and remove the cigarette to exhale a puff of smoke. After pressing the cigarette back against his lips, he opened the window slightly to let the smell and smoke fly away into the streets. "Better?" He turned to John who was now retreating to the bathroom and calling out a 'Yes!' before returning to the kitchen with a can of air freshener. Sherlock watched John with amusement as he began to spray the kitchen and under the sink cabinets, bending over to spray deeper before coming back up with a sigh.

"Jesus. Could you at least smoke outside or in the hallway? No, not the hallway. Mrs. Hudson will end up kicking you out of the flat." John said, walking into the living room and spraying around the area. When he reached Sherlock, he stopped and pressed his index finger and thumb at the end of the cigarette. "Enough." He pulled it away from his mouth only to have Sherlock exhale a puff of smoke at John's face. He coughed as he tossed the cigarette out of the window. "Mrs. Hudson will start complaining." "Who cares?" "I do, Sherlock. And I know you do too." John growled as he looked up at Sherlock. He stared at him, trying to force an answer from him but only saw him shrug and moved towards the door, removing his scarf from the hook and wrapping it around his neck.

"Like I said, breathing's boring. Everyday routines are boring, in fact." Sherlock waved his hand dismissively before sitting down and crossing his legs. He sighed and pressed his hands together thoughtfully and closed his eyes to remember the crime scene. As he began putting the pieces in order, John walked around a bit before looking at Sherlock as he mumbled a few things.

"How boring?"

"Have you ever sat in front of a pot to see the water boil. Or watch paint dry?" "Hmm..." John hummed as he though of a plan to switch Sherlock's idea on breathing. "So I guess it's like that..." "John, I may have put all the pieces together-" Sherlock's sentence was cut short after feeling his scarf tightened around his neck. Air wasn't cut completely but it was very little to satisfy the lungs. He opened his eyes to meet Johns angry ones and saw that John's hand was next to his head, possibly grabbing something from behind the chair. He gasped sharply and held his breath before looking down. John's hand gripping his scarf and his legs closing against his thigh to keep him from moving. Thrashing did not work at all. Sherlock let out huffs of breath and his eyes rolled back before grabbing John's shoulder.

"Breathing's not boring now, is it?" John whispered as he concentrated on Sherlock's facial expressions. He knows how tight the scarf should be to keep him alive but painfully striking him. "Admit it." "John-!" Sherlock gasped a short about of air in and gripped his own scarf, trying to tug it away from John's hands. His face contorted as his mouth hung open, trying to gulp in as much air as he can but it was painful. "Stop-!"

"Admit it, Sherlock." John leaned in closer.

"AH-!" Sherlock cried out when he lost his breath. He inhaled sharply to say the next words. "Your right!" The scarf immediately loosened and Sherlock took in as much air as he can with one, long gasp. John placed his hand on the other side of Sherlock's head and sighed, watching Sherlock regain his breath. "B...breathing is essential. Not boring at all but a bit amusing..." He took a few moments to gather himself.

"Good." John smiled as he got off of Sherlock when his eyes opened. He took the cigarette box that was by his skull and with the flick of his wrist, it was flying out the window.

"Wait, John!" Sherlock stretched an arm towards the window but pouted and slouched towards the chair.

"We had a deal. No more or else I will repeat today."

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Stilettos and Suspenders: Part one

The bathroom door opened, steam creeping it’s way out and into the bedroom as the inside of the bathroom was nothing but clouds. Steve took his first step, a strong leg stretching out and into the carpet before his whole body fully emerged away from the clouds of steam. One of his hands was grasping the towel that was threatening to fall from his waist. The other hand was scratching and rubbing his hair through another towel that was placed over him. This man looked stunning with his chiseled abs glistening from the after-shower, stubbles visible along his jawline from the days without shaving, and his hips. Oh god his hips.

Steve took a deep breath, grasping the towel to pull it off of his head and let his eyes adjust slowly to the dim lights. Water trickled down his cheek to his chin, then dropped to the floor with the towel as Steve took a step but what he saw made all movements stop and all thoughts incoherent. “T-Tony?”

On his bed, Tony laid on his side, elbows bent and a hand against his chin to keep his head up. The way he was laid made his chest and arc reactor stand out as his waist curved slightly where his hand was placed. Looking at his hips, Steve felt heat begin to surround him as he saw the silk panties connected to the pantyhose with suspenders. My god… When he reached his feet, Steve felt himself harden slowly as he glanced at the six inch stilettos.

“Hello to you too, babe.” Tony’s voice was silky and smooth but had an edge. Steve was just standing there, frozen at the sight of Tony wearing… That. Tony smiled, a devilish smile as he kicked his feet over the bed and stood proud, despite the heels which was remarkable.

The sounds of heels hitting the wooden floor snapped Steve out of the daydreaming fantasy he had and that made Tone chuckle as his hand raised slightly to caress Steves chest slowly. “Tell me,” Tony growled as his arms wrapped around Steves neck, forcing him to the wall in seconds. Steve gasped sharply as he braced himself and wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist, shuddering a moan when Tony rubbed him through the towel, material too rough for his sensitive member. “How do you want to do me, babe?”

“I…” Steve was too incoherent for words and it was almost impossible to gather himself while Tony was breaking him apart, rubbing his hand on the bulge covered by the towel and gaining speed.

“Do you wish to take me with your hands?” Tony whispered huskily as his knee slipped between Steves thighs to part them and that’s when he began building on his strokes, grasping him through the towel and pulling, emitting a sharp inhale from Steve. “How about your mouth?” Tony’s unoccupied hand stroked the nape of Steve’s neck and brought him in quickly, mashing lips together for a sloppy kiss but soon, their lips moved in harmony and tongues fought for dominance. In a particular strong stroke, Steve cried out but Tony swallowed it down and caressed his tongue with his own. He pulled back suddenly and all movements stopped, causing a wimper to crack from Steve’s lips. “Or perhaps you would like to take me with your cock.”

“T-Tony… Ah— Please. Don’t stop…” Pleads spilled from Steve’s mouth along with pants and moans. God… Steve’s eyes were so dark and full of nothing but need, his mouth hung open to release his hot puff of breath, his hands clinging to Tony as if he were his lifeline, and the occasional thrust of his hips due to the sudden loss of friction. This man was beautiful and Tony could’ve come undone just by looking at him. He needed to see more but that bloody towel is still the way.

Not for long, Tony thought as his hands hovered around the rim of the towel. With one more look at Steve, he grasped the edge of the towel and with a tug, it fell silently, pooling around Steve’s feet. “Or…” Tony thought for a moment as he took a step back, heels clicking when it connected to the floor. Steve quickly held something else when Tony vanished from grabbing range and so that something was the nightstand by the bed. Tony clicked a few times as he walked, flawlessly taking one step after another. “Perhaps you….”

“How are you walking-“

“Oh babe, I can walk in almost anything. Six inch stilettos isn’t a problem.” Tony took a step further and back into grabbing range. As soon as he did, Steve removed his hands away from the nightstand and back on Tony’s hips but Steve flipped them both and pinned Tony against the wall, kissing him furiously. “The though never occured to me that you may want to be fucked tonight.” He gasped as he back away from he kiss.

“No, Tony. Tonight, I will fuck you. Tonight, you will be mine.”

“Love it when you use that filthy mouth of yours.” Tony growled as he took all of his stregnth and balance to change their position and harshly throw Steve’s back to the wall, making him gasp at the sudden manhandling. Tony kissed down from his neck to his perked nipples, making sure to swirl his tongue torturously around each nipple and make the man in front of him gasp. He sucked and left his right nipple with a pop, having it swollen and wet.

Steve placed his hand slowly on Tony’s head, fingers threading in his hairs and applying a bit of pressure downwards to lure Tony’s head lower. He let his head be lured near Steve’s erect cock and he was alright with it. He took him in his hands and stroked firmly, twisting his wrist everytime he reaches the tip, making Steve shudder as his fingers got a firm grip on Tony’s hair.

Tony placed his other hand on Steve’s waist, pressing him against the wall to keep him from thrusting. In one swift motion, he swallowed him whole but had difficult the he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. He pulled back but not completely away to swirl his tongue slowly around his cock and Steve let out a soft mewling sound as his thighs began to quiver. Tony dipped down once more but once he felt the tip again, his throat constricted and he coughed, backing up as if he were burned.

“T-Tony. Don’t… If you can’t…” Steve panted as he looked down at Tony’s determined eyes before loosening his grip. Tony shook the gaze off and dipped down, attempting to take him whole again but his body cringed and he choked. Steve didn’t care if Tony was fully determined to deep-throat him… It was harming Tony. “Don’t.” He whispered gently and he got down on his knees and met Tony with a kiss, moaning as he tasted himself and Tony in a mix. Tony soon responded, arms wrapping around Steve’s neck before leaning back to the floor and taking Steve with him.

“I’m fine. I can continue-“

“Just shut up.” Steve growled as he thrusted his hips against Tony’s, wrapping one of his legs around his waist and caressing his other. As soon as his hand felt the heel, he gripped it and slipped it off, kissing Tony’s neck and his chest, passing the arc reactor with soft kisses. He reached behind him to slip off his other heel and tossed it aside. “Your feet must be dead right now.” He pressed his thumb against Tony’s soles.

“Mmm…” He responded, closing his eyes as Steve kissed a trail down to Tony’s stomach, massaging his feet skillfully. “Right there!” He gasped when Steve found the bundle of tight muscles in his feet. Steve moved back to lick his inner thighs while still massaging his feet. He unclipped the suspenders, each one before pulling the stockings off in a slow motion and leaning up to capture Tony’s lips with a moan. Hips crushed hips in one fluid motion and gasps began to fill the air as Steve’s fingers rimmed the ends of his silk panties to slide them off slowly. Steve pulled back to stare at Tony transfixed. His whole body is covered in a sheet of sweat, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before hanging his mouth open to release large huffs, his back arching to make their thrusts sync. “Steve… Hng! Now! Get inside me!” Tony snapped Steve back to reality with his impatient tone but Steve smiled.

“Don’t worry,” He sighed as he stopped his hips from thrusting. He was reaching the end way too early. He leaned up, putting all of his weight on his knees before leaning back to take the lube out of the nightstand by the bed. “Gotta prepare you first-“

“Are you kidding-” He stopped abruptly before pulling in Steve just to harshly whisper, “In. Me. Now.”

“Perpare or nothing.” He pointed at him and Tony huffed angrily, resting his head against the floor before swinging his other leg on Steve’s shoulder. Steve smiled softly before uncapping the lube and coating his fingers. He felt Tony’s muscles tense as he breached him with one finger, all the way until the knuckle. His other hand soothed him, massaging his muscles again before chuckling. “And you wanted to do this unprepared…”

“Hush, Steve. Your still-” His argument didn’t last when Steve located that lump inside of Tony and rubbed it, causing his back to arch and a moan to escape. “Jesus…” He gasped as he held on to Steve’s arm and thrusted his hips to Steve’s movement.

While Steve saw that Tony was lost at the moment, he slipped another finger, still pressing against his prostrate. Soon, three fingers were inside of him, thrusing in slowly to relax his muscles. “Ready?” Steve asked Tony, unsure of himself as he felt the muscles clench once.

“I thought I was gonna get off without you.” Tony let out a breathly laugh before nodding. Steve uncapped the lube again and poured a small mountain on his hand before closing it and putting it away. He coated his cock with the lube and shifted himself to position his tip near the entrance. He pulled his left leg away from his shoulder and hugged Tony’s right, making the man’s body turn away slightly. They held eachother’s gaze while Steve moved forward, impailing him with one swift thrust, causing Tony to throw his head back and let out a cry. Tony quickly covered his mouth with his arm as Steve shifted, letting Tony’s right leg to wrap around him along with his left. He bend over and placed both of his hands next to Tony’s head before staring at him intensely. “Move… God please move.” Tony muffled underneath his arm, biting back a whimper.

“I’m not moving unless you get vocal. Remove the arm, Tony. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not ashamed.” Said Tony as he quickly removed his arm. “May I remind you that we are not the only-” He gasped as Steve impaled him deeper, sending shocks of pleasure down his spine. Steve rolled his hips slowly to test everything out and when it was alright, he began thrusting. Slow skillful thrust commenced so that he wouldn’t hurt Tony at all. Steve’s fingers curled into fists next to Tony’s head to keep himself from thrusting any harder but Tony’s moans and whimpers werent helping at all.

“Fuck… Tony.”

“Harder.” he panted as he threaded his fingers through Steve’s hair before grasping it and pulling Steve towards him. They met in a harsh kiss, lips smashing together, teeth clashing, and tongue fighting as Steve’s thrusts became rough. He nearly pulled out and slammed himself back in deep, his tip rubbing against Tony’s prostrate. He felt him shudder and heard a noise that sounded like a sob. He grew more confident as Tony dug his heel against Steve’s ass, pushing him forward for a more deeper thrust. “Yes. Like that.” he pants grew hotter and faster as Steve assaulted his prostrate with every stroke. He let out a few ‘ah! ah! ah!’ before Steve kisses him once again, the noise being muffled out.

“So close. Tony…” That was all Steve could say before he bit his lip from shouting.

“Inside, babe.” Tony whispered breathlessly before his orgasm snuck up on him and he came with cry, without being touched, and coating himself with his fluids. The clenching and unclenching nearly threw him over the edge but it was Tony’s face that did the job. That man was just as beautiful as he broke apart and spasmed around him.

Steve didn’t hold back at all when he came, shooting as much as he could inside of Tony and thrusting out his orgasm. He arms shook violently before he collapsed on Tony, both of them a panting mess. Steve felt the warmness of the arc reactor against his cheek and he blushed, snuggling on it a bit as he felt Tony’s breathing slowed until he was finally asleep. Steve looked up at him and smiled but then it vanished when he noticed they are still on the floor.

Steve groaned as he slipped out of Tony and shifted to his knees once more. He sliped his arms under him, one around his back and the other around his legs. With a grunt, he lifted him and slowly stood straight. His body rocked as he walked, feeling the exhaustion fill his head and the need to pass out. He gently laid Tony on the bed and climbed on next to him before pulling the bedsheets up and over their chests. Tony fit so well against him as if they were born for eachother. That’s what Steve thought as he wrapped one arm aground Tony’s waist and kissed him on the nape of his neck before passing out completly.