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Tony sat in his workshop, casually fiddling with a pregnancy test stick, a faint smirk on his lips, and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
He set the stick down and beckoned Dummy over.
"When Cap comes down, just start recording with the camera, okay? You've done this before, right?"
Dummy nodded obediently, his claw clenching and unclenching with excitement.
"Good boy. Jar?" Tony patted Dummy's head and looked up, confirming with Jarvis.
"As you wish, sir."
Tony clapped his hands, his smirk widening. He was genuinely curious to see the look on Cap’s face when he "found out" he was pregnant. He bit his lip, forcing down his grin, and put on a more serious expression.
"Jar, call the Captain."
"Tony?" Steve's slightly breathless voice crackled over the comm, clearly either in the gym or training room. "What's up?"
"Cap, come down to the workshop."
"On my way."
In less than a minute, Steve appeared in the workshop, having been interrupted mid-workout, wearing just a tight white tank top and a towel slung over his shoulder. His solid, well-defined physique was fully on display, and the thick, potent Alpha scent he hadn’t quite reined in filled the room.
Tony took a quiet, steadying breath, adjusting himself as Jarvis kindly switched on the ventilation fan.
Steve wiped the sweat off his brow with the towel as he approached his Omega, looking at him with gentle concern. "Is something wrong?"
"Cap, I need to talk to you."
Tony stayed seated, tipping his head up to look at his Alpha, nodding at the chair opposite him. "Sit down."
Steve’s heart sank at Tony's serious expression. He sat down quickly, one hand resting gently on Tony's knee, stroking lightly and releasing a reassuring wave of calming pheromones.
"What is it?"
"Steve," Tony switched to a softer tone, locking eyes with him. He took a deep breath (almost impressed by his own acting skills). "I'm pregnant."
"Pardon?" The blond Alpha shot up, the towel slipping from his shoulder, and his chair scraped loudly as it slid back. He stared in shock at his seemingly calm Omega, his mind reeling as if a hundred jets were roaring by, only to explode like fireworks in the next second. A hint of cautious hope bubbled beneath his shock, his heartbeat thundering in his chest.
The brunette Omega broke into an exaggerated grin, shrugging. "I said, I'm pregnant, like, you're going to be a dad, got it?" He widened his eyes, looking up at his Captain with utmost seriousness.
Steve's own eyes widened as he stared unblinkingly, his mouth slightly open as he tried to process the words but failing to respond.
"...Oh." He finally managed a single sound. "Oh, Tony, is... is this real? This isn’t some prank?" He searched Tony’s face, hoping to find some hint of a joke.
"Of course it’s real. Don’t believe me? Look for yourself." Tony grabbed the pregnancy test off the table and tossed it at Steve, who scrambled to catch it. "What’s this?"
"A pregnancy test, genius."
Steve turned the small object over and over in his hands, inspecting it.
"...Two lines." He muttered.
"Two lines means pregnant." Tony worked hard to keep his expression steady.
"Two lines means pregnant?" Steve said softly.
"Obviously." Tony just barely resisted rolling his eyes.
"No way..." Steve stared at the little object, almost as if he could will it to life. "Show me the instructions."
Tony spun around to grab the manual, but Steve was already there, snatching it from him and quickly flipping through the pages.
They fell into silence. Tony leaned back, watching his Alpha’s increasingly serious expression, thinking he’d never seen Steve look this intense—not even on the battlefield.
After what felt like an eternity, Tony finally broke the silence. "Steve?"
No response. Tony stood, concerned, resting a hand on Steve’s arm, which still held the manual. Maybe he’d shocked him into silence. "Cap?" He gave Steve’s arm a gentle squeeze, his brows knitted in worry, eyes wide and pleading.
Finally, the Alpha snapped back to the present. He carefully put down the manual, his face showing just a hint of nerves as he took a steadying breath. He spun around, wiped his face, and took a few deep breaths.
"Steve? Honey?" Tony grew even more worried. "Are you okay?"
In a sudden movement, Steve grabbed Tony's wrist, looking ready to pull him out of the workshop. Then he seemed to remember himself, gently letting go, circling Tony protectively and guiding him to sit down. "Sit. Stay here." He said urgently, then darted out of the workshop.
"…" Tony, left alone, gave Dummy a long-suffering look.
Less than two minutes later, Captain America burst back into the workshop, not even breathing hard. He stopped just inside the door, staring at his Omega with a burning gaze. After a slight adjustment, he crossed the distance in long, deliberate strides, Tony watching him with barely contained amusement.
When he reached Tony, Steve dropped down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket and opening it with both hands. Inside was a simple silver ring.
This time, Tony was the one stunned into silence, mouth slightly open as he stared.
"Tony," Steve began, choosing his words carefully, "I know you’re probably going to make fun of me for this. Old-fashioned and all." He chuckled, then grew serious again. "But I couldn’t think of a better way to respond. This news... it just... hit me. I haven’t even had a moment to think of a better plan. It’s... a surprise. A hell of a surprise, Tony. You really know how to make an impression."
"Meeting you... that’s probably the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re everything, really. You—" He paused, searching for a gesture to express what he meant, coming up empty but frowning, as if stating a plain, undeniable truth. "You’re Tony, you’re Tony, you’re Tony. You’re Iron Man. Genius, billionaire, philanthropist. You’re Tony Stark. You’re the future."
"I never thought I’d wake up again, that I’d be in a world moving so fast, feeling so out of place. But now... now I even have... a family. That’s because of you, Tony." He looked up at the man, who was staring back with wide eyes. "You gave me a home," he said softly, as if not to break the spell.
Tony blinked rapidly, the surprise on his face melting away to something softer, his gaze fixed on the Alpha who, bit by bit, had softened his heart.
"So... I..." Steve lowered his gaze, then raised it again to his genius, "Let’s get married, Tony." His eyes were full of steady determination. "If I’m going to spend the rest of my life with someone, it’s going to be you, Tony. Only you."
He took Tony's right hand, sliding the ring carefully onto his finger. It fit perfectly. Then he lifted Tony's hand, pressing a reverent kiss to his newly adorned ring finger.
"Tony?" He chuckled as he looked at the wide-eyed man, hesitating, "Was that... too much? I... did I mess it up?"
"No." Tony quickly pulled Steve to his feet. "No, Honey, you’re the one with all the surprises here. This is really..." He made an exaggerated face. "Wow." He genuinely didn’t know what to say.
The Alpha grinned, hesitating before reaching out, hand hovering near Tony’s stomach before retracting with a shy smile. Instead, he cupped Tony's face, amused. "You’re making me feel pretty good about myself right now."
Say something, anything, Stark. Searching for words but finding none, Tony decided—screw it, Iron Man’s a man of action. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck, practically folding himself into his Alpha’s hold as the blond held him, smiling.
"I—I..." Tony murmured, unable to suppress the huskiness in his voice, whispering in Steve's ear, "I love you." The last word was swallowed between their lips as they pressed together.
The air grew thick with pheromones, the Omega’s sweet scent rising as Steve inhaled deeply, savoring it as he pulled Tony close. Just as his hand slid down Tony’s waist, something clicked in Steve’s mind, and he pulled back.
"No... Tony, we can’t right now. Not with... this." He shook his head, both chastising and forcing himself to step back.
Tony looked at him, realizing something, and stopped Steve’s hand.
"Steve… there’s one more thing."
"Hm? What’s that?" The blond wrapped his arms around Tony, holding him close.
"I..." Tony Stark took a nervous breath, finally admitting, "I’m actually not pregnant."
"...Huh?" Steve gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"I tricked you," Tony confessed. "I’m not pregnant." He bit his lip, admitting all at once. "It was a prank, to see how you'd react if I was pregnant. Dummy’s recording… I thought it would be funny."
Steve’s eyes widened. "…Oh." Once again. He could almost hear a hundred Dummy units whining in protest (Dummy doesn’t whine—he just makes mechanical sounds while making a mess of things).
“Ah, Tony, you..." He looked at Dummy with a mix of exasperation and amusement, then turned his gaze to his boyfriend. Tony was sneaking glances at him, his big eyes glistening with barely-contained laughter, yet also cautious, worried Steve might actually be upset.
The Captain, who had beenthoroughly tricked, gritted his teeth in a helpless smile. "You little brat." He reached over, grabbing the lron Man who was trying to hide off to the side.
"Sorry, Steve, but you really surprised me." Tony grinned and pressed aquick kiss to his lips in apology.
The Alpha huffed, his face flushing as he thought about everything he'd done and his own clumsy,
heartfelt confession. (God, it was so embarrassing now that he thought about it.) "You messed up all my
plans, Tony. You're such a brat." He pinched the little brat's butt.
"Tony Stark's always been a brat; it's not like you just met me yesterday. "lron Man grinned, not protesting the pinch, given that he'd just gotten a huge surprise out of it. His sweet Captain was just too adorable, and he had every intention of keeping this recording safe.
"Hand over the ring, " Steve suddenly remembered, reaching to grab his Omega.
“No." Tony immediately darted away, clasping his hand to his chest protectively. "You gave it to me,it's mine now. There's no taking it back!"
“Give it back." Steve extended his hand, grabbing hold of him and pulling him in close, locking him in his arms.
"No one can take what belongs to lron Man!" Tony squirmed, trying to keep his hand hidden and escape the grip of the super soldier with quadruple his strength.
"Oh, really? Let's see if I can". The super soldier, now slightly exasperated, tightened his hold and leaned in close, his voice a low warning as he released a dominating wave of pheromones. Tony's eyes widened, a breath hitching in his throat as his neck's gland started to ache painfully, his legs growing weak as his struggles gradually faded.
"You can't-you...that's cheating."
"Oh, Tony, no swearing. What did I teach you about that, hmm?" Captain America skillfully held his unruly
Omega in place, unable to resist nibbling on his now-sensitive ear,sending a shiver through Tony's body as he reflexively pulled away.
The Alpha trailed kisses down from Tony's ear, lingering and sucking near his gland, causing the Omega's sweet pheromones to fill the air like the
finest aphrodisiac.
Tony could feel himself getting embarrassingly wet, and just then, Steve gave his gland a heavy lick while one hand reached through the fabric to pinch a nipple.
“Ah!" lron Man went completely limp in his arms, which the Captain found very satisfying.
One hand continued to toy with Tony's other nipple as the other tugged his pants down, his fingers slipping between his cheeks to find him embarrassingly slick already. He raised his hand to show Tony,"You're already soaked, you little liar. Were you secretly hoping l'd knock you up?"
He easily lifted him by the hips and laid him on his back atop the workbench, knocking aside some tools in the process, and leaned down for a wet, messy kiss, full of tongue and saliva. " No...mmm."lron Man attempted to object, turning his head to escape, but was immediately caught and kissed deeper.
The super soldier's hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock, slipping to stroke along his damp entrance.Tony's moans grew louder as the brown-haired man's expression turned hazy with lust. "Your front and back are both dripping, Tony." Steve's large hand made its way to his slicked-up entrance, rubbing around the rim before thrusting in two fingers.
Tony gasped, one hand reaching for Steve's arm beside his head to find some grounding. Just then, Dummy, ever diligent, rolled over to them, hovering close with his mechanical claw extended and tilted his head incuriosity.
"Dummy, you little brat, turn off the camera-ah...Jarvis!" Tony suddenly remembered Dummy 'S presence and tried to push him away.
"Jarvis, keep recording. Full access."As you wish, Mr. Rogers."
"Jar! You traitor- -ahh, Steve- -! "Tony's complaint was cut off as Steve's thick cock suddenly thrust in, making his legs tense and his toes curl in response.
"Apologies, sir. Mr. Rogers invoked full access privileges."
"My bad, Tony, for letting you think about anything else. "Steve said with another hard thrust, hitting that sensitive spot dead-on, making Tony come right there.
Still not fully out of his climax, his body was incredibly sensitive. Tony wrapped his legs around his lover's waist, clenching desperately to slow him down, only to achieve the opposite effect. The blonde Alpha, spurred on by the tightness, kept pounding into his Omega, his large hands grabbing his waist and pulling him in to meet each thrust.
"You're being awfully delicate today, aren't you?" One of his hands found Tony's still-sensitive cockhead, pressing his thumb against the slit while driving deeper inside, hitting his prostate with each move. Tony's body trembled, one thigh twitching, and a fresh spurt of fluid gushed from him.
The warm, slick sensation around his tip nearly pushed Steve to climax, and he paused to hold back. "You're so open for me already. You really just want me to breed you, don't you, Tony? l'll make sure to do it right, alright? I'll fuck you until you're full with my baby since that's what you want. You know l'll give you whatever you desire."
Lies. Tony grumbled inwardly but could only let out breathy moans as he was relentlessly taken.
……
Epilogue:
Three months later, one afternoon, Tony walked into the living room with a complicated expression, finding Steve lying on the couch with his back to him, fiddling with a Starkphone.
"Cap, I have something to tell you."
"Mm."
"I'm pregnant."
"Mm, l'm pregnant too." The good Captain didn't even look up, his fingers continuing to scroll on thescreen.
lron Man rolled his eyes, holding back the urge to blast him with his repulsor. "Steve, l'm actually pregnant."
"So am l, look, my belly's already starting to show." Steve put down his phone, lifted his shirt, and inspected his stomach. Still perfect abs. The Alpha chuckled, Oh, doesn't seem very noticeable yet, does it?"
"Mr. Rogers, do you find this amusing?" The sound of high heels clicked across the floor, and Pepper's slightly annoyed voice came from the doorway. Then came Jarvis, " Mr. Rogers, Mr. Stark was telling the
truth."
Captain America promptly fell off the couch.
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Tony坐在工作室里，手中摆弄着一根验孕棒，嘴角有着若有若无的笑意，眼中闪烁着恶作剧的光芒。
他将验孕棒放下，招手把Dummy叫过来。
“一会儿见到队长下来就到一旁开启摄像头录像，知道吗？你做过这个的？”
Dummy乖乖地点点头，小爪子冲Tony兴奋地一张一合。
“好孩子。Jar？”Tony摸摸它的头，继而又向Jarvis再确认了一遍。
“如您所愿，先生。”
Tony拍拍手，嘴角的笑意忍不住放大，他实在是很好奇看到老冰棍听到他怀孕后的样子。他抿抿唇，将笑意忍回去，摆出一副严肃的样子来。
“Jar，帮我呼叫队长。”
“Tony？”呼叫器里传来Steve略微喘气的声音，显然不是在健身房就是在训练室训练，“怎么了？”
“Cap，下来工作室一趟。”
“好的。”
不到一分钟Steve便出现在工作室，他训练到一半被打断，只穿着一件紧身的白背心，肩上搭了一块毛巾，精壮良好的身材展露无疑，Alpha还没完全被收回去浓郁的信息素顿时充满整个工作室。
Tony小声喘息一口调整着自己，Jarvis贴心地打开了换气扇。
Steve拿毛巾随意擦着额头上冒出来的汗走近他的Omega，关切道，“发生什么事了吗？”
“Cap，我有事跟你说。”
Tony坐在椅子上仰头看着他的Alpha，下巴朝对面的椅子点了点，示意他坐下。
Steve见Tony有些严肃的样子不由得心里一沉，连忙坐好，一手轻轻搭在对方膝盖上摩挲着，同时释放着带有安抚意味的信息素。
“怎么了？”
“Steve，”Tony换了个称呼，眼神对上对方的。他深吸一口气（天呐他都快被自己的演技折服了），“我怀孕了。”
“Pardon？”金发Alpha猛地站了起来，肩上的毛巾掉到了地上，椅子被带得向后滑了一大截。他震惊地盯着一脸镇定自若的Omega，耳畔仿若有一百架战机在轰鸣，下一秒又全部炸成烟花。他试图说服自己刚才听到的只是幻觉，然而内心深处却又带着那么一点小心翼翼的期待，心如擂鼓。
棕发的Omega咧了咧嘴做了一个夸张的表情耸耸肩，再次口齿清晰字正腔圆，“我说，我 怀 孕 了，你要做爸爸的那种，懂吗？”他睁大一双大眼睛一脸认真地望着自家队长。
高大的Alpha眼睛也不眨地盯着他，还保持着一副微张着嘴试图说些什么却什么也说不出来的傻表情。
“……噢。”他终于能够发出一个音节，“噢Tony，天呐，这、这是真的吗？不是恶作剧？”他努力地想从对方脸上找出点开玩笑的成分。
“当然是真的了，不信你自己看。”Tony抓起桌上的验孕棒扔给对方，Steve手忙脚乱地接住，“这是什么？”
“验孕棒啊。”
Steve捧着手里的小东西翻来覆去地看了半天。
“……两条杠。”他喃喃道。
“两条杠是怀孕啊。”Tony努力维持着自己的表情不让自己破功。
“两条杠是怀孕吗？”Steve轻声道。
“啊不然呢？”Tony就快要冲他翻个白眼了。
“不是吧……”Steve仿佛要把那根小东西盯到活过来，“你说明书拿给我看看。”
Tony转过椅子去拿说明书，还没递给他就被对方火急火燎地一把抢过去迅速打开翻看着。
半晌，谁也没有出声。Tony靠在椅背上仰头看着自家Alpha越来越严肃的面孔（战场上打怪的时候都没这么可怕过）。
又过了仿佛一个世纪那么久，天才终于忍不住道，“Steve？”
没有反应。他不由得担心地站起身，手放到对方还拿着说明书的手臂上，他心道不得了了Steve被我吓傻了，“Cap？”他轻轻捏了捏他的手臂，轻蹙眉头眨巴着一双大眼睛。
Alpha终于回神，他沉默着把手中的东西放下，终于开始有些手足无措起来，他在原地转了一圈，抹了一把脸，试着深呼吸了几次。
“Steve？Honey？”Tony见他这样更加担心，“你怎么了？”
Steve突然抓起Tony的手腕转身要出工作室，继而又想到什么连忙把对方放开，他小心地环着对方让他坐下，“你坐下，坐好。”他交代了一声便着急忙慌地要走，“你要干嘛？”Tony连忙拉住他，一头雾水。
“坐好，别动，在这等我。”他俯身握了握自家Omega的双臂，接着便以最快的速度噔噔噔跑出了工作室。
“……”被独自留下的钢铁侠冲尽职工作的Dummy撇了撇嘴。
两分钟不到，美国队长便气儿也不带喘的跑了回来，他一头冲进工作室后猛地止步，炙热的目光直勾勾地望着不远处的自己的Omega。他调整了一下姿态，几步路的距离生生被他走出当年军人的风范，Tony兴致盎然地望着他朝自己走来。
走到钢铁侠面前，美国队长忽然单膝跪下，从裤兜里拿出一个小盒子双手举到前面打开，里面赫然躺着一枚简约的银色戒指。
这下轮到Tony一副目瞪口呆的傻样了。
“Tony，”Steve斟酌了一下开口，“我知道我这样做你肯定又会笑话我了，老派作风，哈。”他轻笑一声，随即又正色道，“可是除了这个我实在想不出其他的方式了，你这个消息来的太突然，太……震撼，我还没来得及思考出更好的计划，就被这个突如其来的惊喜打得措手不及。对……惊喜。天呐，Tony，你可真会制造惊喜。”
“遇见你，大概是我这辈子最幸运的事了，你很好，真的，你——”他似乎想要找一个能证明自己话的动作，无果，飞快地皱了皱眉，仿佛只是在强调一个再正确不过的真理，“你是Tony你是Tony你是Tony，你是钢铁侠，天才，亿万富翁，慈善家。你是Tony Stark，你是未来。”
“我从来没想过有一天我还能再次醒过来，我沉睡了七十年，与这个飞速发展的世界格格不入。而现在，我甚至拥有了……家庭。是你给了我这些，Tony。”他抬眼深深地注视着还瞪着眼睛的男人，“你给了我一个家。”他轻声道，仿佛不想惊扰了眼前似乎已经被他吓傻了的钢铁侠。他对Tony的反应感到满意，心底彻底柔软成一片。
“我，我想——”他垂眸顿了顿，再次望向他的天才，“我们结婚吧，Tony。”他注视着他，眼底尽是义无反顾之后的决然，“如果要有一个人和我共渡下半生的话，那个人就是你，Tony，只会是你。”
他拉过棕发Omega的右手，取下戒指，将它缓缓地套到他的无名指上，大小刚好。他执起Tony的手，像是完成了一件了不起的大事一般心满意足地笑了笑，在刚戴上戒指的地方亲了亲。
“Tony？”他好笑地看着他从刚才起就乖到不行的大儿童，有些迟疑道，“果然这……还是太傻了是吗？我——我似乎还是搞砸了？”
“不。”钢铁侠飞快地眨眨眼，想要拉他起身，“不Honey，你可才是会制造惊喜的那一个。这可真是……”他又摆了一个夸张的表情，“哇哦。”他是真的不知道该说些什么了。
大个子Alpha于是放心地站起来，他好奇而又兴奋地想要伸出手摸摸对方的肚子又不确定地缩了回去，转而摸了摸Tony的脸，看着对方还在无以言表的样子，开玩笑道，“嘿，你这样让我挺有成就感的。”
说点什么，就，随便说点什么Stark，能够完美回复老冰棍刚刚那番发言的。Tony在脑海中飞速搜索着自己的词库却什么也没找出来。
去他的吧，钢铁侠从来都是行动派。他环住Alpha的脖子站起身，仿佛想把自己整个儿塞进他怀里一般紧紧地抱着他，金发Alpha满怀笑意地回抱着他。
“我——”他抑制不住自己沙哑着嗓音在美国队长耳畔呢喃，“我爱你。”最后一个单词的气音消失在两人急切地贴到一起的唇间。
空气中的信息素逐渐再次浓郁起来，混合着Omega散发出的越来越甜腻的味道，Steve享受地深深呼吸了几次，释放出更多叫嚣着占有的信息素与之交融。Tony任他带有暖意的大手抚遍自己腰间，在Steve终于将手探进怀中人臀间，他指尖一颤，突然如梦初醒，触电般缩回了手。
“不行……Tony，不是时候，你现在不能这样了。”他一边摇头自责一边想要把人带出工作间。
Tony这才想到了什么，连忙拉住Steve的手示意他停下。
“Steve……我还有件事要跟你说。”
“嗯？怎么了？”金发大个子回身双手圈着Omega的腰把他套在自己怀里温柔地问他。
“我……”Tony Stark有些紧张地吞咽了一下，慢慢开口道，“我其实没有怀孕。”
“……嗯？”美国队长递给他一个奇怪的眼神，“你说什么？”
“我骗你的，我没有怀孕。”Tony抿了抿唇一鼓作气道。
“我不明白，”金发Alpha眉头越皱越深，“你把我搞糊涂了Tony。”
“就！”Tony退出他的怀抱，“没有怀孕，没有孩子，我骗了你。”Tony抬起大眼睛望他，底气越来越不足，“恶作剧，懂吗？我想看看你如果知道我怀孕后会是什么样子，就做了个恶作剧，并让Dummy录像……我觉得那一定很有趣……。”他说着说着忍不住笑弯了一汪大眼睛，随即赶紧舔舔唇忍住。
“什么？”Steve瞪大眼睛，见Tony没有骨气地缩了缩，“……噢。”再一次。他这次感到耳边变成了一百个Dummy在嗞儿哇乱叫（Dummy才不会叫，它只会发出吱吱吱的操作机械的声音，并把你的东西弄得一团糟）。
“噢Tony，你……”他好气又好笑地望了一眼Dummy，随即把目光放在他的男朋友身上。Tony正试探着时不时瞅着他，大眼睛里因为一直忍着笑意水光潋滟，却又担心他会生气而小心翼翼不敢出声。
被耍了一大把的美国队长带着那么些咬牙切齿，却又无可奈何，“你这小混蛋。”他把躲到一旁的钢铁侠捉过来。
“对不起Steve，但是你可真让我出乎意料。”Tony笑着讨好地在对方唇上亲了一口。
Alpha气不过，又想起刚才自己所做的一切和那番磕磕绊绊的深情告白而红了一张脸（天呐现在想想真是羞耻极了），“而你让我所有的计划都被打乱了，Tony。你可真是个小混蛋。”他掐了一把小混蛋的屁股。
“Tony Stark从来都是个混蛋，你又不是第一天认识我。”钢铁侠笑嘻嘻地乖乖任他掐，毕竟他可是收获了很大的一个惊喜，他的好队长真是太可爱了，他可一定要好好保存这个录像。
“戒指还我。”队长突然想起这个去捉Omega的手。
“不。”Tony连忙逃到一边拼命把手藏在怀里，“你给我了就是我的了，哪有再收回去的！”
“还我。”Steve一伸手捉住他把他揪过来禁锢在怀里。
“没人能抢走钢铁侠的东西！”Tony一边扑腾着藏住手试图从四倍力量的士兵手中逃脱。
“是吗？你看我到底能不能。”超级士兵有些气急，用了点力箍住他贴进他耳边警告道，释放着压迫性的信息素，Tony瞪大眼睛急促地喘息一声，脖颈上的腺体一阵阵涨得发痛，他感觉自己有些双腿发软，挣扎的力气渐渐减小，“你他妈不能——嗯……你犯规。”
“哦，Tony，没有脏话，记得吗？我怎么教你的，嗯？”美国队长游刃有余地制住不听话的Omega，忍不住咬了一口嘴边的已经敏感得充血的耳朵，惹得Tony一阵战栗地缩了缩。
Alpha顺着怀中人的耳朵一路舔吻着下来，来到腺体的位置不停徘徊吮吸，Omega甜腻的信息素不停被激发出来仿佛上好的催情剂。
Tony感觉自己的屁股已经湿透了，这时Steve忽然重重地吸了一口他的腺体同时一手隔着一层衣服用力揪了一把他的乳头。
“嗯！”钢铁侠彻底软在了他怀里，队长先生很满意。
他一手继续揉捏着Tony的另一边乳头一手一把扯下他的裤子，手探入他的臀间摸了一把后抬起手到Tony眼前给他看，“你都湿透了，你这口是心非的捣蛋鬼，就那么想被我干到怀孕是不是？”
他轻松地托起男人的臀把他抱起来，将工作台上的东西随意扫下去后将人仰面放到上面，压住他的双腿，俯身给了他一个黏糊糊的吻，用上很多口水和舌头的那种。“不……嗯。”钢铁侠试图反驳他的话扭着头想要逃开他的禁锢，又被扭回去继续被吸着舌头。
超级士兵撸了一把身下人半勃的阴茎，手掌伸到他会心处来回搓弄，惹的棕发男人发出更多的呻吟，他一边动作一边注意着Tony意乱神迷的表情，低声道，“你前面后面都在流水，Tony。”大手来到已经汁水泛滥的后穴，在穴口揉了揉，一下捅入两根手指。
Tony惊喘一声，伸手抓住Steve撑在他脑袋旁边的手试图寻找一个着力点。这时尽心工作Dummy跑了过来，在桌旁凑近两人，亮了亮自己的小机械爪，好奇地歪了歪头。
“Dummy、小坏蛋，把摄像头关了，啊……Jarvis！”Tony这才想起来Dummy，努力伸手想去推开它。
“Jarvis，继续录像，最高权限。”
“如您所愿，Rogers先生。”
“Jar！你这吃里扒外的——啊啊Steve——！”Tony瞬间被突然插入的粗大阴茎刺激得绷直了两条腿，脚趾难耐地勾起。
“抱歉，先生，Rogers先生启用了最高权限。”
“我的错，Tony，让你还有心思想别的。”Steve说着又是一记大力的深挺，准确地顶到了最敏感的穴心，爽的Tony竟直接射了出来。
还未完全结束高潮的身体敏感的要命，Tony双腿圈住身上人的腰，拼命缩紧穴口试图组织对方的动作，却只能换得适得其反的效果。金发Alpha被刺激得一阵头皮发麻，一刻不停地狠狠操干着身下的Omega，大手捏着他的腰往自己阴茎上撞。
“你今天怎么这么不耐操，嗯？”他一手握住Tony还处在不应期的龟头，拇指稍用力在铃口擦了擦，同时一下下顶在更深出的内阴口，惹得Tony又一阵痉挛，大腿根抽搐了一下，体内汹涌得喷出一股液体。
龟头上包裹着的湿润暖意爽得Steve差点射出来，他顿了一下动作将射精的意图忍回去，“这么快就被我操开了啊。你就那么想被我干到怀孕吗Tony？我会努力的，好吗？我会努力操你的，操到你怀上我的孩子为止，既然这是你的愿望的话。你知道我什么都会满足你的。”
骗人。Tony愤愤地在心里腹诽，却只能被搞的发出一声声破碎的呻吟。
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彩蛋：
三个月后的一个下午，Tony神情微妙地走进客厅，Steve正背对着他躺在沙发上摆弄着Stark phone。
“Cap，我有事跟你说。”
“嗯。”
“我怀孕了。”
“嗯，我也怀孕了。”好队长头也不抬，手指继续划拉着屏幕。
钢铁侠翻了个白眼，忍住召唤斥力炮轰他的冲动，“Steve，我真的怀孕了。”
“我也是啊，你看我最近肚子都变大了。”Steve放下手机，双手掀起自己的T恤在肚子上比了比，嗯，还是完美的八块腹肌，Alpha先生笑了笑，“哦，好像还不是那么明显？”
“Rogers先生，这件事那么好笑吗？”一阵高跟鞋踏在地板上的声音，小辣椒微愠的声音从门口传来。继而是Jarvis，“Rogers先生，先生所说都是真的。”
美国队长从沙发上掉了下来。