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Steve knew that dating Tony would mean he would meet one or both of his parents soon.
He just didn’t expect it would go like this.
The summer spent with Tony at his aunt and uncle’s house was the best summer Steve’s experienced ever. They spent a lot of time together as they got to know each other better.
So he knew when he and Tony agreed that they were in this for the long run, their lives outside of that house would’ve collided sooner or later.
He just didn’t think it’d be by Tony’s mom requesting him to do yard work for their mansion’s garden.
Given, Tony hasn’t actually told his parents that he was dating someone. According to him, they still have this warped imagination that Tony and their business partners and close friends, the Stone’s, son Ty would get back together. But he’s just waiting for the perfect moment to tell them that “no, I’m never getting back together with Ty, and I’m dating someone instead and I like him so much more.”
Steve knows Tony’s not hiding him. I mean, the Sousa’s tease and dote on them when they’re seen together and even gave Steve tips on where to take Tony out on dates around town. He’s met Jarvis, who’s very kind as Tony told him even if he gave him a similar type of shovel talk Peggy gave him.
And of course, he’s certainly not hiding Tony from his friends and family - having introduced them via video chat one day.
Though the amount of stories Bucky and his mom told Tony about how Steve was like during his younger years to embarrass him made him wish differently though.
Tony told him he was going to tell them. He just needed the perfect time.
And apparently this is it.
He remembers how it happened.
He was checking on the tomatoes that he and Peggy planted when Tony came out with his phone in hand.
“Hey babe, can you come here for a sec?”
He turned, taking off his gardening gloves as he did so. “Hey baby, what’s up?” He leaned to kiss his cheek.
Tony smiled at the gesture before he waved his phone. “So I was just on the phone with my mom -” Steve nods. “And she was asking me if I knew someone who could do some yard work for the house next week and,” he grimaced, “I recommended you. If that’s okay.”
“Uh, what?” He managed to blurt out.
He pursed his lips as he continued. “Our house gardener’s out of town for a family emergency and normally, she’d be fine with the yard not being taken care of for a few weeks but she’s having this event at the house next weekend and needs the backyard in tip top shape. I asked why she’s asking me but then I also asked why she didn’t just hire someone and she said something about not trusting outside sources.” He rolled his eyes. “So, I told her about you and told her about the work you’ve been doing and I sent her pictures of the yard and she asked if she could steal you for the week and I told her I’d ask you.” He groaned. “Then she laid down your payment and I still told her I’d ask you.”
Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “How much is she paying?” More curious at the amount than the prospect of taking up the offer.
Tony unlocked his phone and showed him the message Tony’s mom sent with the amount and Steve’s eyes practically bulged out of their sockets.
“Okay.” He silently answered.
“Okay?” Tony asked to confirm. He nodded. “Okay. I’ll tell her.”
“Must be some event if she’s willing to pay that much.” Steve told him.
Tony sighed. “Probably.” Then he looked up and smiled. “But good news is, I can finally introduce you to her.”
Steve’s eyes widened. “What?”
And that’s how he ended up here in a car - issued by the Starks, driven by their chauffeur, who’s driving him to the mansion. He looks out the window, seeing the car drive up a long and winding road filled with so much forestry until they break away to show the mansion.
Describing Stark Mansion as “big” would be an understatement. Neither is huge.
It’s massive.
No wonder his work starts as soon as possible.
The large iron gates automatically open as the car drives on a rounded path. Steve sees the various topiary adorning the front lawn. According to Tony, he’s only doing basic work at the backyard where his mom’s party will be held and that gives Steve so much relief because he thinks he might actually accidentally trim some of these the wrong way if he even attempts it.
The car finally stops in front of the front door where Jarvis stands. Before he or the chauffeur can open the door for him, he gets out with his bags. He closes the door and the car drives away, probably to get parked.
“Hello Steve.” Jarvis greets.
“Hi Jarvis.” He says, eyes darting around the entire look of the house.
“To be honest, when I envisioned you coming here to meet the young master’s parents, I never thought of it happening like this.” He admits. “Shall we?” He turns as he heads to lead him to the back garden.
Steve chuckles, “Yeah, me too. But well, what can you do?” He shrugs.
“I take it Tony’s not arriving today?”
He shakes his head. “Yeah. He told me he wanted to spend Sharon’s last few days before she heads back to college.” Jarvis just nods and opens the gate that leads to the garden.
The garden’s expansive. It’s probably as big as a football field, now that Steve thinks about it.
Jarvis tells him what he just needs to do for his work here for the next few days - it’s the pretty standard stuff he does at the Sousa’s with an addition that he mows the lawn. The Sousa’s never let him mow the lawn because they both think it’s unhealthy towards the grass and he hasn’t mowed the lawn in quite a while since he started taking other jobs instead of that. But he thinks he can remember how to work whatever they use here.
Jarvis then tells him that Tony asked if he can be placed in the guest room closest to his room which his mom didn’t mind and didn’t particularly pay attention to.
He’s led inside the house through the back kitchen where he met Ana - not enough to talk properly because she was on the phone talking to catering for the party - and was given small greetings by the other passing house’s staff members.
As they leave the back kitchen and pass the dining room, he’s led to the foyer in front of the staircase.
He stops and turns his body around to look at the entire place. He then stops, spotting the large portrait of the three Starks placed on top of the first level of the staircase. Of course - rich people and their rich clichés of having a huge ass family portrait done and hung in the first place people see when they enter the house.
It’s your standard rich people pose. Howard Stark standing behind his wife and son - a picture of power and wealth; in front of him is Maria Stark, who’s seated with a small smile on her face - not too happy, not too sad, just content to be here; lastly, Tony - he’s younger here. He’s got a blank look on his face and he’s standing next to his mother - both arms on the side of his body.
His heart aches at the sight.
He knows Tony doesn’t like spending too much time here but he wishes he came home already so he can give him a big tight hug. He looks at Jarvis, who just gave him a sad smile before leading him upstairs.
He’s led into a decent sized room. It’s bigger than his room at the Sousa’s, he has to admit, with so much room he could probably fit another bed in here. Jarvis tells him the uniform he’ll be required to wear for the few days of his job is in the closet before telling him he can ring him anytime on the small telephone by his bedside then tells him when he’s unpacked and settled, he could come down and he’ll show him where the tools he’ll be using are before he leaves his room.
As soon as the door closes, he sits down on the bed and sighs.
He’s so overwhelmed and he hasn’t even done anything but arrive and walk around the house.
He stands up and walks to the closet to see the gardener uniform he’ll be wearing which is just a pair of overalls and a white shirt along with some gardening boots.
Well, time to get to work.
It’s two days before the party in a quiet and sunny morning when he’s mowing the lawn that he meets Maria Stark.
As soon as he spots her, he immediately turns off the small tractor and hops off as Mrs. Stark reaches him. “Good day Mrs. Stark.”
“Good morning. You must be Steve.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Anthony told me a lot about you and your skills.” He hopes Mrs. Stark thinks the red on his cheeks was due to the heat. “And,” she looks around the yard, “I have to say, this is great work, Mr. Rogers.”
“Thank you Ma’am.” He gives her a grateful smile.
“I was apprehensive at first because Anthony tends to exaggerate a lot with his stories but I asked Peggy and she vouched for you but then I thought, she might be just saying that but,” She gestures to the yard. “You’re doing great work here and the party’s not for two more days but it looks like you’re almost done.” She gushes. “Well done.”
“Thank you.” He tells her again then purses his lips, considering if he should ask.
She notices him and smile. “You’re curious about why I needed your services so quickly, aren’t you?”
He hesitates first before he nods. But before he can tell her it’s not necessary, she sighs and takes a step closer to him that has him on edge but doesn’t budge as she leans in to speak softly.
“Okay, well,” She seems to consider her words, “I’ve only told the staff that it’s a gathering for some of my lovely friends in the industry because I didn’t want Jarvis getting wind of it and telling Anthony - I know Jarvis’ my employee and he has to follow what I do and say but that man is too protective of Anthony -” She shakes her head.
“Anyway, do you know the Stone family? Owners of Viastone?” Steve just nods, feeling his skin run cold. “Well, their son, Tiberius, a lovely and sweet boy, just graduated from Oxford - you know Oxford? This prestigious university in England, great place, yes, well he’s coming home and as a friend of the family, we’ve decided to throw him a welcome home gathering here.” She grins, looking so elated.
She continues, “And I hope to surprise Anthony this weekend with his arrival - I don’t know what it is about that boy but he’s always been wary of Tiberius.” She scoffs. “He’s nice and friendly with everybody - he could learn a thing or two from him.” She shakes her head and gives him a smile. She pats his shoulder, “I don’t know how close you and Anthony are but I’m sure you won’t tell my son about this, yes? I would hate it if my son decided not to attend because of this small silly thing.” Her smile is still painted on her lips but Steve knows, one wrong answer or move, it’ll immediately drop and he’s at a loss for words now and so scared that he just nods. “Good. Well, I must go. I’ve got to pick Anthony’s outfit from the tailor’s.” She then turns on her heels and leaves.
Of course he doesn’t listen to her and immediately tells Tony when he calls later.
“What?!”
“I know.” Steve says, lying down on the bed with his phone in his ear.
“I know she can be petty and vapid but I never thought she’d stoop this low!” Tony hisses.
“What are you going to do?” Steve asks. He can hear ruffling on the other end, knowing it’s Tony packing his clothes before he leaves tomorrow. “I was so excited to see you but now…”
“You aren’t?” His voice sounded so small and Steve didn’t know if it was because he was far from the receiver.
“Of course I’m still excited to see you, baby, but you coming back here solidifies that you’re going to see that guy again.” He bitterly admits. “And I don’t want you seeing that guy ever again.” He grumbles. “Call me jealous, I don’t care.”
Tony lets out a low chuckle. “I’m not. I think you’re being sweet and reasonable.” He whispers. “Always taking care of me.”
“Of course, babe.” He says matter-of-factly. “So, what are you going to do? Is Pepper back from her grandma’s? You can tell your mom you’re staying over at hers or at Happy’s.”
“No, I’m coming there.”
He sits up. “What? Why?”
“Because I have to?” He sounds confused. “I’m literally invited to that party, babe. I’m expected to be there. Also, as much as I don’t like living there, it’s still my house.”
“But Ty -”
“Is only there for a day. Besides, you’re there too. I can just hide from him with you. We can make out by the fountains, it’s covered with hedges and stuff - you’ve seen that right?”
“Yeah, but Tony, what if he -”
“I can take care of myself, honey. Also, did you forget? She told you not to tell me. If I make a last minute excuse of not coming back, she’ll know you said something. I don’t want anything happening to you.”
His heart bursts at Tony’s admission. “Thank you, baby.”
“Of course.” He sighs. “Can’t believe my own parents tried to ambush me with Ty. I know Howard’s in on this too,” He groans, “they never believed me when I told them Ty’s bad news and they’re pushing us too hard to get back together.” He groans louder. “I hate this so much.”
Steve feels bad. He briefly wished he didn’t say anything but then, Tony deserved to know. “I can’t wait to see you again.” He tells him.
There’s brief silence on the other end before Tony replies, “Me too. At least, something good comes out of me coming back. I get to see you and Jarvis again and I’m going to give you a million kisses and probably an ‘I miss you’ blowjob.”
Steve feels hot. “Yeah?”
Tony notices the change in his voice and grabs the phone and puts it near his lips. “You’d like that, huh?” He says breathlessly through the receiver. “Miss my mouth? Miss my tongue getting your dick all sloppy and wet? Miss my throat gagging on your huge cock?”
“Tony -” Steve chokes out. He can feel himself getting hard.
Tony grins as he says, “As much as I’d love to have phone sex with you right now I really need to pack." He groans. "I should’ve listened to auntie and done this earlier.”
Steve laughs. “Damn right.”
“You’re hard aren’t you?”
Steve nods. “Yeah, I am.” He laughs. “And I’m nodding even though we’re talking on the phone.”
Tony laughs. “I’m sorry, baby,” He can hear the pout in his voice, “I’d love to talk sexy to you some more while you get yourself off but I really can’t get in the moment if I’m running back and forth to my closet for my clothes.” He laughs again.
“I understand, Tony.” He unties the strings of his sweatpants and pushes them and his boxers off, his hard cock springing off. His mouth drops open at the relief he feels. “I’ll just take care of this later.”
“Oh no, honey,” Tony tuts. “A problem like that should be solved immediately.” He hears Tony’s voice closer again. “Fine, I think I can spare a few minutes to help you. I’d hate to leave my man hard and unsatisfied.” He purrs.
Steve groans, placing his phone near his head on the pillow. “Wait, before you say anything, let me just -” He turns over to open the bedside drawer to grab the lube he brought with him. He takes a quick glance at this door to check if it's locked before he lies back down on his bed. He opens the bottle and squirts a generous amount on his palm before he grasps himself, a sigh of relief exhaling out of him.
“It feels good, isn’t it? I’m so jealous of your hand right now, getting to hold that cock of yours.” There’s a pout in his tone and Steve’s grappling whether he finds that more adorable or hot. “I can’t wait to see you again tomorrow. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you - all over you. Fuck, I can just imagine you right now.” He breaths into the receiver. “On my bed, riding you. I bet you’d like that, huh?” There’s a smirk in his voice. “I’d let you pound me on the bed and my hole will milk you dry.”
“Tony -” He moans, stroking himself faster.
“You’d like that, huh? Fuck, Steve, are you close?”
“Yeah - yeah, I am.” He chokes, feeling his release build up.
He can just imagine it - Tony grabbing his hand and leading him inside his room, that’s just right across his and he’ll open him up with his tongue and fingers on his bed and then he’ll take him - pound him on the mattress, knowing the beds won’t creak and just take him deeper and deeper until Tony cries and scream and comes all over his bed.
He doesn’t realize he’s moaning out loud until he hears Tony whimper into his ear, “Come for me, Steve.”
And he does. Thick strips of come paint his stomach as he pants and wheezes. “Fuck.”
“Good job, big guy.” Tony praises him.
“Did you - uh -” He wets his lips.
“No. I just wanted to take care of you, honey.” Tony admits.
I love you, he aches to say.
Tony arrives after lunch.
Steve’s trimming some of the shrubs, trying to make them look clean and perfect even though there’s not much to change because - who would look at these shrubs and say they look unkempt? But then again, he’s worked in places that cater to the rich and these people will find anything to complain about.
“Hey stud,” a voice says behind him. He turns to see Tony standing there, “penny for your thoughts?”
“Tony,” he puts his tools down on the ground and takes off his gloves before striding over to him and envelops him into a hug. “I miss you!”
Tony laughs as his arms wrap around his waist. “I miss you too, honey.” He buries his face on the crook of Steve’s neck. “You’re sweaty.”
“Oh shit, I -” He tries to pull away but Tony just tightens his hug on him.
“No, I like it.” They continue to hug for a while, just basking into each other’s embrace. “I missed your hugs so much.” He pulls away and looks at him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He grins. Tony leans in and gives him a long and deep kiss that he hungrily gives back.
They pull away and Tony looks behind. “What ‘cha workin’ there? Oh, trimming the shrubs, huh?” He snorts. “Mom has this ‘friend’ that’s very meticulous about our shrubs for some reason.” He rolls his eyes.
Steve just laughs. “So, are you settled in?”
Tony nods. “Yeah, Jarvis just brought my bags upstairs.” He pulls away, running his hands down Steve’s chest. He hums.
“What?”
“Is it because we haven’t seen each other for a couple of days or did you bulk up while you were here?” He asks, continuing to run his hands up and down Steve’s chest.
“I don’t really know, actually.” He admits.
“Wanna find out?” Tony asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Steve chuckles. “Tony, you know I’m busy.”
“Oh, I’m sure the shrubs would be fine.” Tony says. “I missed you and,” He leans in, his lips a breath’s inch away from Steve’s, “I wanna show you my room.”
Steve raises an eyebrow. “Who says I haven’t already peaked in there?”
“Please, I know you. You’d ask permission if you could check out my room.” He says, reaching back to squeeze Steve’s ass.
“Hey!” Steve jumps with a laugh. “No groping the gardener.”
Tony laughs with him. “Come on. Mom’s not here to check your progress.” He pouts. “Please.”
Steve sighs and leans to peck his pouty lips. “Fine.”
Tony grins and grabs his hand before turning around and pulling him inside the house. They pass by the kitchen, both of them waving a quick hello to the kitchen staff before Tony pulls him upstairs towards the hall where their rooms are.
Once there, he leans back against the door, hand still clasped with Steve’s. He hesitates. “It’s a bit messy.”
“I’d figured.”
Tony glares at him. “Hey!”
Steve snorts. “Your room back at the Sousa’s wasn’t exactly the definition of clean, baby.”
“I know, but still.” He groans and opens the door and pulls him in.
It’s just as Steve expected.
It’s bigger than his room at the Sousa’s and it’s messy but it’s not the type Steve would be annoyed by, the type instilled by his mom that every mess he leaves behind, he has to clean it up. Tony’s mess is different and he’s not just saying that because he loves the guy but it feels lived in and not pretending unlike the rooms he’s seen outside this room - clean to the point it looks like it’s straight out of a catalog. Fake.
Here, Steve knows every mess is a story. He knows that Tony knows where he left each item misplaced. This room feels like an extension of Tony and he’s so happy that he chose to show him this.
Another part of himself.
“Lovely.” He comments, eyeing the different posters adorning the walls. He spies the different books he’s got adorning the shelf - a mix of science manuals, magazines, sci-fi novels, and fantasy books. “Nerd.” He says.
“Hey.” Tony playfully admonishes him.
He takes a seat on the end of Tony’s bed. “Thanks for showing me this, Tony.”
“Of course.” He says as he stands in front of him.
Steve grabs a hold of his waist and pulls him in between his spread legs. Tony gasps at the surprise movement, his hands immediately grabbing hold on to his shoulders. He looks down at Steve, a dark look on his face before he cups his face and leans down, kissing him.
Steve reaches one hand to grasp his neck, kissing him back. He pushes himself up the bed as Tony climbs over his lap, straddling him and continues to kiss him hungrily. They start scooting up the bed and he pulls away to unclasp the straps on Steve’s overalls, “Take off, take off.” He mumbles impatiently as Steve helps him, pushing the top half of the overalls down and taking off the shirt underneath.
Tony leans back to drink the sight in front of him. “Fuck, how are you always so hot?” He groans and leans in, kissing him again. Steve laughs through the kiss, his hands running up and down Tony’s thighs before he cups his ass and pulls him closer. Tony yelps then laughs against his lips. “Dick.” He kisses him again then rolls his hips.
Steve groans. “Tony.”
“You like that?”
“You know I do.”
Tony continues to grind against him. “Yeah?” He trails kisses down Steve’s throat, sucking and biting any skin he can reach.
“Tony.” Steve groans. “Don’t -”
“Leave marks?” He murmurs against his neck. “I’ll try not to.” Then gives the junction of his neck and shoulder a hard suck that has Steve thrusting his hips upwards. He chuckles. “You like that, huh?”
“God, you’re insufferable.” Then grabs the back of Tony’s head as he trails kisses down his exposed chest.
Steve slowly lies down on the bed as Tony kisses along the space between his pecs. He rolls one of Steve’s nipples while he licks the other, tasting the salt of his sweat and breathing in his musk. He slowly sits up, looking down at Steve, who’s got a dark look in his eyes and breathing heavily. He rolls his hips experimentally, smirking at the feel of Steve’s erection poking underneath.
There’s a knock on the door.
“Shit!” Tony hisses and then climbs off Steve as the latter scrambles to grab his shirt and puts it on.
Another knock.
“Just a second!” Tony shouts and watches as Steve quickly redresses himself before rolling off the side of his bed and hiding. He finally opens the door a crack to see Jarvis standing in front of it. “Hey J, what’s up?”
“Hello sir, I’m here to inform you that your mother just called. She told me you should be ready for dinner by seven.”
Tony nods. “Okay. Thanks. I’ll - uh - just be here. I’m doing some coding.”
Jarvis nods. “Alright, Tony.” Then clears his throat, “Also Steve, I put away your tools for the day. Don’t forget to clean them up next time.”
“Okay!” Steve replies from behind Tony, his voice cracking in embarrassment.
Tony just stares at Jarvis, who just smiles at him before giving him a small bow and then turning to walk away.
Tony didn’t realize it was already midnight when a knock sounded on his door.
He sighs, putting down the motherboard he was tinkering with, and stands up to open the door to see Steve standing there in a shirt and his boxers.
“Can I come in?” Steve hesitantly asks.
He says nothing but steps back to let him in. Steve walks inside as Tony closes the door and locks it. He looks up to see Steve just staring at him. “What?”
“Are you okay?”
“Depends on which part of the night you’re asking about.” He walks over to sit on his bed.
Steve sits beside him. “The dinner with your mom part.”
“The part where she blatantly lied to my face? No, I’m not okay about that.” He admits, placing his head on Steve’s shoulder. He closes his eyes tight, feeling his anger stew at the events that unfolded earlier.
His mother came home for dinner. Gave him that usual spiel about how his dad was busy at work to eat dinner with them. He asked her about the party tomorrow, hoping she’ll cave and tell him the truth. Hoped that despite their animosity and differences, she’d tell him the truth because he’s her son.
But she didn’t. And she just sat there, eating her dinner, as if there weren't lies stewing in her.
“How’d you know about that?”
“I was standing outside listening.” Steve sheepishly admits.
Tony softly snorts. “Of course you were.” Steve wraps his arm around his shoulders and he sighs, snuggling into his embrace. “I hate this so much.” He groans. “I shouldn’t even be surprised by her actions and yet, there’s still some part in me that hoped she’d be on my side this time.” His breath hitches at the thought. Fuck, he doesn’t want to cry.
Steve tightens his grip on his shoulder. “You don’t need her, Tony. There are so many other people on your side. There’s your uncle and aunt, Sharon, Pepper, Happy, Jarvis.” He pauses. “Me. We’re all on your side.” He pulls away to turn Tony to face him and he leans their foreheads together. “Always.”
He stares at Tony, a smile on his face, as Tony looks back with unshed tears. “I love you so much.” He hastily pulls back with worried eyes, “I’m sorry. I know it’s too soon but I -” He gasps when Steve pulls him back in.
Steve grins. “I love you too.” He leans in and plants a short and sweet kiss on his lips. “So much.” He finishes.
He leans in again, capturing his lips in a long and deep kiss. Steve groans at the feel as he grabs Tony by the waist and then lies him down carefully on the bed. He climbs on top of him, kissing him and moans when Tony opens his mouth to let him in, licking inside his mouth, tasting the mint of his toothpaste.
Tony, meanwhile, trails his hands down to Steve’s waist and tugs his shirt to take it off. Steve pulls away to assist him before doing the same to Tony’s shirt. He looks down at the sight of him - hair disheveled, lips swollen, eyes dark, unshed tears, and breathing heavily.
“Let me make love to you.”
Tony just nods, staring at him in wonder. He leans back in, kissing Tony and then pulls away to trail kisses down his neck to his chest down to his stomach, giving every part of his skin he can touch a nip, bite, or suck.
“Steve.” Tony whines as Steve’s kisses trail down lower and lower until he reaches his shorts. He gazes up at Tony, still breathing heavily, and grabs the hem of his shorts and pulls it off, his erection standing in attention. “Fuck.” He gasps at the feel of Steve’s hand grasping his cock. “Honey -” He chokes as he watches his boyfriend lick a long stripe from the base to the head of his cock.
Steve closes his eyes, his long eyelashes fanning over his cheeks as he hollows them, sucking the head of Tony’s cock. He gives the base a slow stroke, not wanting him to come just yet.
He’s got plans for him.
He listens to Tony’s chokes and moans as he continues sucking on his cock. He pulls off and opens his eyes to see Tony’s head thrown back and an arm over his eyes, breathing quite heavily. “Where’s your lube?”
Tony opens his eyes and looks at him. He waves to his bedside drawer, not being able to speak. He smirks and that has Tony’s dazed look turning into a glare. “What are you smirking at?”
“The fact that my lazy and half assed blowjob was already driving you crazy.” He comments, climbing over Tony to lean over and open his bedside drawer to snatch the lube.
He yelps when Tony gives his nipple a flick. “Ass.”
“Oh, we’ll get there.” He says as he goes back to his spot between Tony’s legs.
He doesn’t say anything as he wets his fingers with lube, hyper aware of Tony watching his every move. After his fingers have warmed up, he taps Tony’s legs, who props them up and spreads them. He almost groans loudly at the sight of it - even though they’ve done this countless times, it never fails to do something to him when Tony spreads his legs for him.
Instead he slowly inserts one finger in, loving the hitch in Tony’s breath. He watches him for a moment as he inserts his finger in and out of him then pushes another, making Tony gasp and sob. He lies back down on his stomach and grabs Tony’s cock with his other hand and sucks the head, synchronizing it with the trust of his fingers.
Tony can do nothing but gasp his name repeatedly.
He continues both tasks before an idea clicks. Something he and Tony have talked about before and both of them were excited at the idea. So, he pushes himself off Tony, removing his fingers from his hole and his mouth from his cock and climbs over him.
“What?” Tony asks, his expression dazed and confused that has Steve getting hard at the sight.
“Can I eat you out?”
Tony feels like he’s gonna pass out. “What? Now?”
“Why? You want to do it another time?” He asks, fine with it but also itching to taste Tony.
“I -” Tony’s speechless. For the first time. “I’m clean.” Is what he just says.
“Yeah?”
Tony nods. “I mean, ever since we talked about it, I’d clean myself up in case this happens.”
“I didn’t know you were a boy scout.” Steve teases.
“Shut up.” Tony slaps his shoulder. “You really stopped sucking me off and fingering me to ask me if you can eat my ass out?” He laughs. “You could’ve just done it and I wouldn’t mind.”
“Yeah,” Steve shrugs. “But I knew you’d come straight away and I wanted you to come on my cock tonight.” He says so casually.
Tony slaps his shoulder again. “God, you’re such a dick.” He laughs and then pushes his shoulders down. “Get back down and eat my ass.”
“Demanding.” Steve teases but complies and slides back down in between his lower half. He grabs one of Tony’s legs and throws it over his shoulder as he scoots closer to his hole. He practically salivates at the sight of it, already stretched open due to his fingers.
He leans in and places the flat of his tongue against it and licks. He smirks, hearing Tony’s hiccups and sobs and does it again. He almost laughs as he feels Tony place his hand on his head and tangles his fingers in his hair. He grabs Tony’s other leg and pushes it further, spreading him wider as he scoots closer, licking and licking and licking.
“Fuck!” Tony hiccups, his breathing hitching as he sobs. “Steve, please!”
He pulls away. “Be quiet or someone will hear us.”
“No one’s gonna hear us, honey.” Tony says through breathless gasps. “The walls are soundproof.” He explains and lets out a high pitched whine when Steve leans back in and licks his hole.
He slowly inserts a finger inside him as he continues to lick, mentally smiling at Tony practically losing it above him.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” Tony warns with a loud sob.
That stops him and he pulls off to climb over Tony again - who is, frankly, a mess - hair disarray, tear streaks down the sides of his face and swollen red lips probably due to some of the times he was holding his moans back.
“Where are your condoms?”
“Come inside me.”
Now it was his turn to feel like he’s about to pass out. “Really?”
Tony nods. “Yeah.” He’s got this determined look in his eyes along with that same dazed look. “Paint my insides, sweetheart.”
Steve smiles and grabs the lube and kneels in front of him. He finally takes his boxers off, moaning at the relief he feels of his cock being free. Tony smiles at the sight of it and moans when Steve applies lube on it and slathers his cock up, moaning at the friction and feel.
He climbs back over Tony, who wraps his legs around his waist and guides his cock inside, both of them moaning as he slowly pushes in. Before he could finish, however, Tony pulls him in quickly, his cock sliding in and bottoming against Tony's ass. Both of them moan loudly at the feeling.
Tony rolls his hip up. “You think you’re the only one with tricks?” He sighs in relief at the feel of Steve’s cock stretching him.
Steve chokes, hoping he doesn’t come from that. He wants this to last. He braces one hand beside Tony’s head and another on his hip as he meets his thrust.
Both of them moan in unison, rutting against each other slow and deep.
Tony keens. “Have I ever told you that I love it when your cock stretches me out?”
Steve chuckles softly. “Yeah?”
Tony nods excitedly. “Yeah. I love it when you’ve stretched me so much that afterwards my hole clenches -” He clenches and Steve whines. “Like that.” He smirks. “It’s practically missing you when you’re not around.”
Steve laughs and leans in, kissing him deeply. “Where have you been my whole life?” He murmurs against his lips.
“I was just here. Waiting for you.” Tony replies, licking his lips.
Steve leans against his cheeks and kisses the tear stains. “This is the only time I want to see you cry.” He says, licking the stains, tasting the salt and Tony on them.
“You want to make me cry some more?” Tony teases and grips his waist.
“Yeah.” Steve gasps, thrusting faster and deeper inside him.
“Harder.” Tony sobs, mouth dropping open in ecstasy as Steve continues to assault his prostate.
He complies, thrusting deeper inside him. He grabs the headboard of Tony’s bed, hoping that’ll leverage his thrusts.
Tony moans. “God, that’s so hot.” He meets his thrusts, clenching around his cock a few times, making Steve falter. “Faster, Steve.” He goads, “Honey, come on. Come inside me.”
It takes a couple more deep thrusts before he does. He shouts as he feels himself releasing inside Tony. He gasps and shakes as he continues to come and shallowly trusts for the aftershocks before slumping over him, who sighs in content.
“Sorry.” He mutters against his neck. He reaches down to grab Tony’s cock when he feels something sticky in between their stomachs. He looks down and then looks at Tony. “You came without either of us touching you?”
Tony nods, eyes closed. “Why are you acting so surprised? It was so good, of course I’d come untouched.” He chuckles softly. He opens his eyes to meet Steve. “I love you.” He says.
“I love you too.” He smiles, feeling warmth in his chest of finally being able to say that. He leans down, kissing along Tony’s neck.
Tony giggles. “Tickles.”
Steve gives his neck a peck before he pulls off him. “I’ll get us cleaned up.” He tries to pull his cock out of Tony when he feels a grip on his wrist. He looks at Tony.
“Can you open my drawer again and grab something?”
He nods and carefully leans over, cock still inside Tony, and opens the drawer. Besides the lube that was on the bed, there’s also something there that Steve didn’t notice until now. He grabs it and pushes the drawer close then leans back over Tony, who grabs it.
He waves the butt plug in front of him. “Can you put this on me?”
He almost groans, feeling like he’s about to get hard again by hearing that request. “Sure.” He grabs it and looks down at his cock still inside Tony and guides it out slowly, both of them moaning at the feel.
Once he’s pulled out, he carefully inserts the plug inside Tony who sighs in contentment when the plug is inserted and sits snug against his cheeks.
He leans back to look at the sight of Tony now - sweaty and glistening against the moonlight shining from the window, stomach painted with come, and a pink butt plug peeking out of his cheeks. His hair was still in disarray and there were fresh tear streaks down his cheeks.
He looks like a dream.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Tony says with a slurred voice.
“I could but I didn’t bring my phone with me.” He tells him.
“Fine, I’ll do it myself.” He slowly sits up, hissing at the feel of his back and the dull ache on his ass. He climbs off his bed and grabs his phone from his study table and passes it to Steve, who swipes to the camera app as he settles back into his bed.
Steve licks his lips, feeling himself get hard again as he takes pictures of Tony, who just smirks at him, knowing the effect he’s having on him. After he’s done, he puts Tony’s phone beside them and grabs Tony’s shorts to wipe off their stomachs before throwing it back on the floor.
He settles beside him and opens his arms wide as Tony snuggles against his side.
They stay silent for a while. The only sound is the wind blowing outside and the ticking of the wall clock above Tony’s door. Steve stares up at the ceiling, smiling at the astronomy-themed glow in the dark stickers stuck on there as Tony traces a pattern on his sweaty chest.
“You’re going to wear the butt plug at the party, huh?”
“Yup.”
“Good.”