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Tony’s bag fell onto the floor with a thump.
He was finally here. Finally doing it.
He grinned as he took in the surprisingly well-kept cabin. It had cost a little more than he’d been expecting, but it was worth every penny.
Mechanical engineering might be his job, but his passion was cryptozoology. The weird and the wonderful, the mysterious and unknown. And there was one figure in particular that he couldn't help but be fascinated by.
He’d been mocked plenty for his interest - or as Rhodey had called it many a time: ‘obsession’.
But now he’d successfully started his own company, made good money, and now he could finally take time off work to follow his dreams. Tony was going to bag himself a Bigfoot.
He had two weeks to carry out his investigation. His friends thought he was crazy spending Christmas in rural Washington all by himself hunting for Sasquatch.
(“You’ve literally never camped in your life, how are you going to hike?”
“I’ve…briskly walked. And I can read a GPS.”
“You’re going to be eaten by a bear, and it’ll make national news. ‘CEO Gobbled by Grizzly’.”
“Those are rare and mostly in the Selkirk Mountains. Do you even know bears? You should hear how ridiculous you sound right now.”
“…I hate you.”)
Tony started unpacking, keen to get his gear together. There was snow forecast, and he wanted to get some cameras set up and get the lay of the land before it got too dicey.
He opened the fridge to unpack his food, and was surprised to see old food left in it. He huffed. Apparently the place hadn’t been properly cleaned before his arrival. And apparently his big shopping order hadn't arrived either.
He grabbed the old stuff and chucked in a bag for the trash, and put the basic supplies he'd brought for safekeeping. He'd have to take the car into the nearest town if the food didn't arrive soon.
Also he was pretty sure this place had boasted a sexy-looking hot tub. That had clearly been fake-advertising.
As he explored, he noted a few other things that had been missed.
The bed was made, but scruffily, like it had been done in a rush, and there were several stray blond hairs on the pillow.
And ew, was that hair in the shower???
He was going to write such a bad review on Airbnb.
He cleaned as best he could, ignoring the less than auspicious start, and finally tugged on his rucksack.
He was going on an adventure.
***
The first thing Tony decided was that hiking was really peaceful.
Beautiful.
But it was also tiring as fuck.
His fingers dug into the bark of a tree as he held himself up. His legs were dying.
He’d been going for about two hours and so far he hadn’t come across anything definitive. A few footprints that were likely from a bear. Traces of hair and fur left on bushes that had come from a variety of animals.
But he had placed a few StarkCams, which Jarvis would hopefully be able to monitor and differentiate between various fauna.
Tony carefully cleaned the lens of one before placing it high in a tree, with the aid of a remote controlled drone. His tech was way better than any of those ‘FootChasers on YouTube. He was going to be so good at this.
His breath clouded in front of him and he looked around, realising that it was actually starting to get quite cold. And dark.
Annnnd it was starting to snow. Kind of a lot.
The storm was rolling in faster than he thought, and it was getting late.
“It’s alright,” he told himself, trying not to feel discouraged. “It’s only day one. You’ve got two weeks. You’ve already put up the cameras, the weather is just a little bump in the road.” Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, he collected his equipment and turned to walk back along the—
Crack!
The sound of a twig breaking in the distance had him frozen in place.
He scanned the trees. What was that?
His breath left his body in big puffs of incriminating white cloud.
Crack!
Closer this time. It could be Bigfoot.
He pushed himself back up against a tree, trying frantically to spot the source of the noise.
Okay, but it could also be a serial killer. Or more likely, a huge bear, and Tony was not about to become dinner. “Hey! Is someone out there? You better not come any closer! I’m armed! ” Crack! “Okay, I’m not, but I am an engineer, give me a couple of twigs and what’s in my bag and I’ll build a suit of armour and kick your furry ass!”
He waited, but the next sound was further away, then fainter, and finally, Tony slumped in relief.
That was close.
Alright, it was time to get back. He was a successful and very official cryptozoologist, and he knew when to retreat.
He shuffled his backpack more comfortably on his shoulders and started back towards the cabin.
***
The cabin was fucking freezing.
Tony had tried to start the fire, but there hadn’t been much in the way of wood.
He might’ve gone…a little insane and torn apart one of the dining chairs but no one ever needed to know.
Except his deposit. But whatever.
“Oh, what? Too good to burn?” He glared at the treated wood that did little more than sizzle. “If we were in my workshop, I’d make you explode. What do you think of that?”
The broken chair said nothing.
Hmmm. It was possible the cold was getting to him.
He was shivering too much to care about making dinner, so he called time on his first day and opted for an early night. He changed into his pyjamas, and clambered onto the almost-too-large for a cabin bed, piling the blankets on top of himself and curling up in a ball.
“Gah!” He hacked as he accidentally breathed in a clump of hair. God what was with this damn place??
The cabin listing had boasted a luxurious glamping experience for Christ’s sake, this was a joke.
If he froze to death, Rhodey was going to mock him heavily in his eulogy. He’d better also shed two tears minimum, or Tony was going to haunt his ass.
He tried not to feel too discouraged. Sure, it wasn't quite what he'd imagined for the start of his trip but it was only the start. And no matter what Pepper said, he wasn't some pampered princess. He could totally rough it.
He had plenty of time, and tomorrow was a new and hopefully better day.
As he lay there shivering, he suddenly heard faint rustling sounds. He froze. Metaphorically.
And a little literally. These socks were useless.
The sound got louder. It sort of sounded like footsteps?
That was crazy though. He was in the middle of nowhere. Who would be out here in this weather?
It was just his imagination. Or probably just another one of those animals passing through. City boy jitters, he thought to himself.
Except, it was really sounding like footsteps. Heavy as they crunched through the snow. Tony clutched the edge of the comforter, peeking out over the top.
The cabin was nearly pitch black, but the light from his phone charging bathed it in a faint blue glow.
There was a heavy thud as something stepped onto the porch.
Oh god.
Then something tried the door.
Oh fuck. He was going to be murdered.
There was a huff as the door - locked up, nice and tight - failed to open. The door knob rattled a few times.
Then suddenly the door flung open as something hit it. Hard.
Tony screeched.
“What— who—?” The light flipped on, and the single room was bathed in bright light.
And standing there, was a Sasquatch.
An actual fucking Sasquatch.
Tony stared up at it, eyes raking over every detail.
It was huge. The fur more blond than the brown he’d expected, but the rest was almost exactly as he’d dreamed. Bulky and muscled, broad-shouldered and tall.
So big.
The Sasquatch’s eyes landed on him. Its eyes were so blue.
“Uhhhh, hi?”
Tony screamed.
“Woah, woah, please stop that,” the Bigfoot held up its big hands, clearly trying to look non-threatening. “Who are you? Why are you in my house?”
“Your house?” Tony managed, shocked he could even croak it out. “I rented it on Airbnb.” He blinked. “It was meant to have a hot tub.”
The Sasquatch blinked, the gave a huge full-bodied sigh. “God, not again. I told her she needed to update the directions.”
“This has happened before?” Tony felt like maybe he was high. Maybe he’d caught hypothermia and this was all a dream as his brain slowly froze to death. Nice of his subconscious to give him Bigfoot in his final moments he supposed.
Bigfoot shrugged. “At least twice. They weren’t home when I got in though. We managed to work it out without any exposure.” He pursed his lips. “Not this time, I guess.”
“You’re—I mean, you’re—“
“Bigfoot, yeah.” The Sasquatch rubbed a hand over the back of his head. “I prefer Steve though. Bigfoot’s more like my stage name, you know?”
“What?!”
“I know this can be kind of a shock, no one really expects—“ The Sasquatch - Steve, apparently— trailed off as his eyes fell on Tony’s backpack. With the investigation guide sitting open on top of it. “Oh for the love of— are you a cryptozoologist?”
Tony pressed his lips together, pulling the comforter a little higher. “What answer will stop you from crushing my skull in with a rock?”
“Okay, we don’t do that. That’s such a classic beast stereotype.” Okay, well now he looked pissed. Tony was fucking this up, big time. “Geeze, you guys are relentless.”
Steve slammed the door with a grumble, heading over to his fridge. He pulled it open and stared. “Where is my food?”
Mortification didn’t even cover how Tony was feeling right now. “Umm, I thought it was a previous guest’s and threw it all out?”
Steve pinched the bridge of his hairy nose. “Perfect.” He turned around, his hand on his hips. It really accentuated his shoulder-to-waist ratio. Kind of classic Dorito bod. “Where’s my other chair?”
Tony’s eyes fell closed. “I tried to make it into firewood.”
“Tried?”
“I did not succeed.”
Steve sucked in a long-suffering breath. “Maybe I’m rethinking the rock.”
Tony choked on his own spit.
Steve huffed. “I’m kidding. God.”
Tony was feeling faint. Steve looked him over. “Have you eaten? You look all pale and sickly.”
Okay, that wasn’t the most flattering. “I wasn’t really up for it.”
Steve bit his big lip. Then walked over to the fridge and pulled open one of the drawers Tony had missed. He reached in, and pulled out a casserole dish.
“Lucky for you, I already made lasagne.”
“Lasagne???”
“My ma’s recipe.”
“Your—?”
“Are you going to ask questions all night, or are you going to help with the garlic bread?”
Tony scrambled out of the bed, hissing at the cold. He grabbed his parka, wrapping it around himself. He could make garlic butter in his sleep.
***
It was pretty surreal making dinner with Bigfoot.
And eating that meal.
And doing the dishes.
Tony thought he was pretty subtle at getting in all his Sasquatch questions, though the amused eyebrow Steve kept shooting at him suggested maybe he was a little overconfident there. The heat of the oven had helped immensely, as had the hot tea Steve had made him drink.
“So am I the first human to see you or—“
Steve shook his head as he tidied up. He looked absurdly domestic. It was messing with Tony's brain a bit. “Nah. I actually lead the region in sightings without leaving hard evidence.” He sounded a little proud of himself. “My buddy Bucky is terrible at it, so he just stays out of sight. But I’m hearing big things about some new young hotshot near New York.”
“Are you messing with me? I can’t tell if you’re messing with me.” He looked around. “How do you even own property? Do you have a social security number?”
Steve raised a brow. “I’m afraid I don’t just hand off all my secrets to any handsome guy who trashes my house and steals my food.”
Tony tried not to preen at ‘handsome’.
By the time he’d exhausted his questions, he was starting to get tired, and Steve suggested they hit the sack.
“I’ll take the couch,” Tony said, grabbing one of the thick blankets off the back and spreading it out. “This has been the biggest day of my life, and I promise I’m not going to mess with your life anymore than I already have.”
Steve rolled his eyes good-naturedly but waved goodnight, and went about his bedtime routine - seriously, who would’ve thought Bigfoot had a bedtime routine? - and climbed into the huge bed. Tony leaned over and turned off the light, before curling up under the blanket.
It had been a long day. He needed to rest.
His eyes fell closed and he lay back against the cushions, waiting for sleep to take him.
***
Sleep did not take him.
Because he was fucking freezing.
Now that the warmth from cooking had gone, the cabin was back to being like an ice box.
Tony shivered under the blanket, legs shifting like a damn grasshopper to generate some heat.
“Why are you shuffling around over there?”
Steve’s deep voice broke through the quiet of the cabin, making Tony jump. “Uh, sorry. It’s just really cold in here. I’m more used to my climate-controlled apartment.”
There was a long pause. Then an amused huff. “I forgot you hairless types feel the cold so much more. Sorry.”
Hairless types. Wild.
“I could get the fire started, but that might take a while,” the Sasquatch mused. “You could always share with me?”
Tony’s eyes were wide, and he was glad they were hidden by the dark. “Oh. Uh, really?”
There was a slightly awkward pause. Like perhaps he hadn’t thought the offer through. But then, “yeah, come on over.”
Tony tiptoed over, trying not to touch the cold floor, and slid under the offered comforter.
“Oh god, that’s so much better,” Tony practically moaned, as the heat swarmed his body. Steve gave it off like a furnace. A warm, fluffy furnace.
“Ah ha ha,” Steve laughed, a little choked, and Tony realised he’d basically pressed up against the poor guy.
He turned on his side, trying to create a little space. He was so cosy.
"So," Tony asked, trying to break the tension a little. "Do you invite every guy who breaks into your house into your bed, or am I special?"
The bed shook with a hearty laugh. "Well, you'd be the first, so I guess I'll see how it goes." There was a contemplative pause, and then, "can I ask, why are you so into this stuff?"
"Stuff?"
"Like, me. Sasquatches."
"Oh!" Tony thought about it, wondering how best to answer. "I guess it's the mystery of it, you know? I've believed since I was a kid, and I guess when life got stressful or too hard, it was something to fall back on. It was kind of reassuring." Tony huffed an amused breath. "At least, that's what my therapist said anyway." He scoffed. "'It's a coping mechanism, Tony, Bigfoot isn't real'. Now it turns out she's dead wrong, so I guess I don't have to listen to her anymore."
That made Steve snort, though he sounded a little disapproving. "Not sure that's the lesson you should be taking away." He hummed a little thoughtfully. "Though maybe you need a new therapist."
"Well, the jokes on her though, because I've solved it. I don't have to wonder how someone so fantastic could exist, but never be fully proven. It all makes sense now."
Steve's warm breath ruffled the hair on the back of his neck. "Oh?"
"Yeah, now that I know that you live in dwellings, have a community. It makes sense you can kind of hide in plain sight."
"I'd kind of like to keep doing that, if I can."
Tony frowned, trying to understand what Steve meant. Oh. "I won't tell anyone," he promised, reaching a hand back to pat Steve's massive arm. "I swear. I've met you. I got what I wanted out of this. No one else needs to know."
"You sure?" Steve asked, though he sounded more relaxed. "It would be pretty big bragging rights."
"I'm sure." And Tony was. Sure, when he'd come out here the plan was to get hard evidence and rub it in the face of every amateur investigator who got all worked up anytime they spotted something with fur. But now? Now that he knew Steve was, well, a person, and he'd be disrupting the cryptid's life? That was a whole different story. "I won't tell anyone."
"Thanks." Steve was relaxed fully now, his heavy body sinking them further into the mattress. "o, I've answered all your questions about me. Tell me a bit about you."
So, Tony did. It felt a little weird, like telling secrets in the dark at a sleepover. But it was also nice? He only had a few good friends, the rest more inclined to sell his secrets to the press than really care to know him, even after he'd split from the family business. But Steve seemed genuinely interested.
"Wait, so you build this stuff yourself? Like, all of it?"
Tony grinned, though Steve couldn't see it. "Hell yeah, baby. Those cameras I set up to spot you? Hand made by yours truly. And I promise the resolution is next level."
"Guess I'm lucky that I heard a human stomping around and leaving footprints everywhere," Steve chuckled. "Made it easy to dodge the cameras."
Tony's jaw dropped. "Oh my god! So it was all for nothing?!"
Steve was definitely laughing at him. "I thought you weren't going to tell anyone?"
"I'm not!" Tony said, feeling a sense of outrage. "It's the principle of the thing. I hiked for hours!"
Steve was outright shaking with it now. "Good exercise at least?"
Tony held on to his umbrage for a moment, before giving in and laughing with him. "You're a sneaky guy, Steve. No wonder you're so good at cryptiding."
"I guess we should get some sleep. The snow was heavy, so you'll be stuck here for a bit. I can go out and get some firewood so you don't freeze to death."
"That would be great, thank you."
"Eh," Steve shrugged. "It would put a real damper on Christmas. Guess I could always eat you though."
Tony froze only for a second before he relaxed. "Dick."
Steve huffed a laugh, then settled in. "Night, Tony."
"Night."
Tony really did want to go to sleep. He was finally warm, and the bed was comfortable. Plus he'd had a pretty long and incredible day.
He shuffled around, just trying to get comfortable, when he felt something.
He felt…it.
Heavy and long, and hot against his leg. He probably should’ve realised a guy like Bigfoot wouldn’t wear boxer shorts. Though when they'd been walking around the cabin, it had been well-hidden behind the thick fur. Apparently, not so much now.
He stilled, body stiff, and Steve made an inquiring sound. “Everything okay?”
“Ah, yeah!” Tony squeaked, knowing his face was bright red. Thank god the lights were off. “Just umm…a little problem, or really, not little actually, big, very big—“
Steve shifted, and it rubbed along his thigh. Steve let out a small whimper before trying awkwardly to shift away. “Oh shit! God, sorry.” He sounded abashed. “It’s, uh, been awhile.”
Tony tried to remain cool and chill. “Right, yeah, who hasn’t had a dry spell, huh?” He cleared his throat. “No Bigfooted gals caught your eye?”
He felt Steve shrug. “I used to have a thing with Peggy, but she decided to head over to California, start making a name for herself and getting sightings there.”
Tony gasped. “Wait, is she why there’s been an uptick the last two years?”
Steve nodded. He sounded a little sad, but also proud? “Yeah, she’s pretty ambitious. I wanted her to stay, but she needed to build her career on her own, you know?”
Tony thought of his brief time with Pepper. “I hear that.”
They sat in silence for a minute. Tony wanted to give Steve space, but he was already starting to get cold, so he shuffled a little closer, not thinking about how their positions had changed, and suddenly it was up against him again. The hot length of it pressed up against his belly where his shirt and sweater had ridden up, seemingly more prominent now, pushing free from the curtain of hair.
“Oh,” Steve said, and it was more a breath than anything. “Are you—“
And look, had Tony always known deep-down that part of his fascination with Bigfoot was kind of fetishy? Maybe. But it had been buried, like deep-deep.
Except for that time he’d watched that Bigfoot porno and gone off like a rocket. That had been pretty damning.
The many times he’d done it.
Whatever. The point is, his motivation for coming out here totally had everything to do with scientific discovery and nothing to do with getting all up in that luscious fur.
But if it was on offer…
Tony cleared his throat. “I mean, seems like maybe you could use a little stress relief. And if you’ve been on your own for so long, I bet you’ve been kind of lonely, huh?”
Steve’s swallow was audible. “Yeah.”
Tony let his voice fall into the low seduction he’d used so many times before, the excitement starting to creep in. “Poor Steve. Desperately needing some relief, I bet. All pent up. I bet rubbing up against trees or your own hand barely cuts it.”
His hand came up to softly drag down Steve’s chest. The fur was so soft, not at all what he’d expected from his research.
“They don’t,” Steve admitted, voice almost a whimper.
“You ever done it with a human, big boy?” Tony let his hand slip a little lower, still just teasing. “You’re a lot bigger than me, I bet it would be a real tight fit.”
Steve openly moaned at that, big furred hand coming up to clasp at Tony’s hip as they lay facing each other. “I’ve always kind of had a thing for hairless.” He sounded a little embarrassed to admit it, but Tony could hear the hint of anticipation in his tone.
“Oh I bet.” He dragged off his shirt and wiggled out of his pants and boxers. He shivered a little. Okay, the socks were absolutely staying on. He reached out, turning on the lamp beside him, lighting up the room and Steve in all his glory. “Like what you see? I manscape, so I’m basically smooth all over, stud.”
That was apparently the breaking point for the cryptid, and Tony was suddenly flat on his back, covered in a living blanket. That was was nice. So warm.
Steve looked down at him, those pretty blue eyes burning like fire. God, he was just so big.
Tony’s mouth felt a little dry.
Steve looked down at said mouth, and Tony felt his cheeks flush.
Then he was being kissed.
Kind of mauled actually, but in a really, really good way. If he’d known all he had to do to hook up with a cryptid was suck at camping he would’ve done this ages ago. Screw becoming a wealthy entrepreneur, he should have been trying to bag Bigfoot.
He was being pressed into the mattress by the sheer weight of him, and it was really doing something for Tony. He’d always kind of like guys that could throw him around a bit and this was like the Holy Grail.
He let his hands press into the thick fur. It felt so good between his fingers. He mapped the massive back, unable to stop making the odd mental note about what the internet blogs got wrong. He tipped his head up to give Steve better access, and moaned as hot, wet lips covered almost his whole neck.
God, this was the best.
“Seriously, it’s just like, so bare,” Steve mumbled, sounding a little awed. “It’s crazy. So smooth.”
It was like a huge cat rubbing all over him. But, like, sexy.
And oh.
There it was again. Nestled up against his hip.
He reached down, and wrapped his hand around the tip. Or he tried. It was more of a loose grasp.
“Oh shit,” Steve cursed, and Tony grinned.
“Seems like someone’s begging for a little attention. Do you think you might want to fool around a bit?" He touched it with a little more intent, the reconnaissance revealing even more hot, thick flesh than he'd imagined.
For the first time, Tony felt a spark of apprehension.
No one would call Tony Stark a quitter, but that thing was a beast.
Okay, well, the creature it was attached to was also a beast. He really couldn’t forget that.
Steve was looking down at him. Right at a particular part of him with almost uncontrolled lust.
Tony stared at the behemoth, heart pounding in his chest.
This was Tony’s Everest.
Then Steve licked his lips, long tongue rolling over the pink, lightly furred flesh.
And that was it for Tony.
He was undone.
“I want it, please, Steve,” he begged, and the Sasquatch’s eyes snapped to his, almost burning with heat.
“Yeah? You think you can?”
“I’m going to be so vulnerable now, so you can’t laugh.”
Steve seemed to take his admission seriously. “I won’t.”
“I’ve read ‘Cum for Bigfoot’ like twenty times.”
Steve stared at him long and hard. Then his lips twitched and he snorted, the grin lighting up his whole hairy face. “Oh my god.”
“You said you wouldn’t laugh!”
That just made him laugh more. “You’re such a fanboy.”
Tony decided to fight back, giving the big, heavy length a long stroke, wiping the humour off Steve's face as he sucked in a harsh breath. “I’m certainly trying to be.” He gave Steve a look. “What I’m saying is, I know what I’m in for, okay? I've studied everything. I want this. I’ve wanted this for a really long time.”
"Alright." Steve reached over to his bedside table where he apparently kept his lube. Lube. Bigfoot apparently purchased and kept lube. Miracle of miracles.
Tony watched hungrily as Steve slathered himself with it, before letting those fingers wander down and press inside Tony. He lost himself in the feeling, the fingers were already a pretty big stretch, and he let himself hiss and moan encouragingly while Steve explored.
Finally it was time.
Two strong hands rubbed up the back of his thighs, the muscle tugging as they were pushed further apart. Tony whimpered. Steve smiled, softer this time. “I’ve been wanting something like this for a long time too.”
Tony nodded. “Do it. In me. Now.”
Steve winked. “I’ll be gentle.”
Tony tried to pull back some semblance of control. “Not too gentle, I hope.” He gave Steve a hot look. “I can take it.”
“You might want to hold on.”
It was all the warning Tony got before he was being pressed into. It was a lot.
Too much.
His body was being pushed to its limit. “Huunnngh, oh God.” His eyes were rolling back, the pressure against his sweet spot making his muscles weak, even as the pain of the stretch shot sensation zinging through his body. Thank god Steve had been liberal with the slick.
“Okay?” Steve asked, sounding almost breathless, which felt rude given Tony was doing all the work.
“Guh,” Tony managed, his tongue thick in his mouth. This was insane. He was being pushed to his limit.
“God, you feel good,” Steve growled, sounding like the beast he was. “All of you, so smooth.”
Big paws stroked his hairless skin. “It’s so plush—“
“Hey!” Tony finally forced out, feeling slightly offended. He’d worked hard to tone those thighs in preparation for his investigation, dammit. They were closer to rock-hard in his opinion.
Steve snorted, squeezing a little more. “They’re gorgeous. I like how they feel.”
Tony was at his mercy, and he nearly choked on his own spit as Steve started his push again. He had to be nearly done, didn’t he?
“That’s it, about halfway done—“
What the fuck???
The pressure was unbelievable. And it felt endless as the heavy cock slid in further and further.
“I don’t think I can—“
Steve gave a careful thrust, and Tony’s hands came up to dig into the thick hair on Steve’s shoulders. “Fuck, oh god!”
“You’re so tight,” Steve said, and his voice was filled with a kind of awe. “You feel fucking incredible.”
There was something about getting praise from something that Tony had been believing in, seeking, for so long, that made him gasp.
Tony was being fucked by goddamn Bigfoot.
“There we go,” Steve crooned, sounding pleased. “You took all of it.”
Thank god. Tony could hardly take a full breath, but he’d done it. He was so full.
“It’s been so long since I’ve had this with someone.” Steve leaned down, kissing him, and Tony tried hard to reciprocate. He felt a little like jelly. “You’re really something, Tony.” He kissed him again. “Beautiful.”
“This is literally the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” Tony said, hands gliding over Steve’s chest, finding the stiff nubs hidden away. Who would’ve ever guessed Tony would end up here?
He tried to shift a little, and Steve gasped.
“Can I— move? You’re grasping me so tight, I don’t know if I can stay still.” The cryptid was biting his lip, eyes to the ceiling as he held himself still.
Tony couldn’t make him wait forever.
“You gotta— please, Steve, don’t make me wait—“
Steve started to move, and holy shit, Tony was just there for the ride.
He held on tight, feeling less like a man and more of a puppet for Steve’s cock.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uhhh.” The little fucked out sounds Tony was making seemed to be music to Steve’s ears as the Sasquatch growled and grunted, claiming Tony’s body.
Just like the ancient erotic texts foretold.
Steve dropped down, covering Tony entirely.
Big arms wrapped around his head, getting more leverage. All he could see was fur.
Tony’s whole world was blond fur, touching him from the top of his head to his thighs, where Steve’s hairy hips held him spread wide. If anyone walked in, he’d be nothing but a pair of legs, akimbo beneath
He smelled of the forest. Pine and moss. Tony had always assumed it would be unpleasant, more like an animal’s heavy musk.
But he smelled divine. Fresh like a forest trail. Crisp like winter.
Tony was breathing gulp after gulp of him as each thrust forced breath after breath out of him, moans and whines muffled by the thick, heavy body atop him.
“You like this?” Steve asked, which felt insane. Like Tony’s brains weren’t being fucked out, over and over.
“Don’t stop,” Tony begged, desperate and whiny. He couldn’t really tell where he ended and Steve began, and he didn’t really want to know. He just wanted never wanted this to stop.
“Going to fill you up,” Steve rumbled, and his hips changed angle, letting him thrust with even more wild abandon. “Going to make you take all of it.”
“Yes, yes yes,” Tony sobbed. He wanted that. To be covered inside as much as out. Only he got to have this. Also those subpar investigators hadn’t even gotten close, and he’d gotten this. No one had gotten more up close and personal with a Sasquatch than him. This was so fucking hot. “Come in me.”
“I’m close—“
Tony tried to clench down, but he was so stretched he had no idea how effective it was.
It must’ve done something though, because Steve gave a guttural groan, hips hitching hard as he emptied himself inside. All Tony could feel below the waist was hot and wet. He felt sore and used and it was amazing.
Steve collapsed on top of him, like a weighted blanket.
“Holy shit,” Tony said, and he was so muffled, Steve had to force himself up. “What did you say?” He sounded out of breath.
Tony grinned, high on endorphins. “I said, ‘holy shit’. You really gave it to me, stud.”
Steve looked a little abashed, but pleased. “Thank you for letting me— well, just thanks.” He cleared his throat. “Not many people would let something like me do something so intimate.” His big hand stroked down Tony’s side. “How about you let me finish the job?”
Tony had honestly forgotten he was even hard.
Steve carefully pulled out, and oh god, Tony may never know what it was to be whole again. He had been changed for good.
Soft fur brushed down him as Steve made his way south, and before Tony could really comprehend it, his cock was enveloped in a huge, hot mouth.
“Oh my god.” His eyes were going to be permanently staring at the back of his head at this rate. The pressure was exquisite.
He looked down, and Steve’s giant Bigfoot head was hiding the action from view. But the feeling and sounds were driving him crazy. “You’re so good at that. How did you get so good at that?”
Steve looked up at him, pulling off. “I suck a lot of syrup from the maples. This isn’t all that different.” He winked. “I get a treat either way.”
God, why was that so filthy?
Steve got back to work, and all Tony could do was beg and whine. His body was worn out, and even as he felt that building pressure at the base of his spine, he only had energy to dig his fingers into the sheets.
He was getting close. He opened his mouth to warn Steve, but one big stroke of that tongue and he was going off like a geyser.
He went limp. His body had given up, and he couldn't even blame it. Holy fuck.
Time became liquid, and he could’ve sworn he only blinked, but suddenly Steve was there, cleaning him with a cool wet rag. Everything was so sensitive, but it felt good to get clean.
When it was done, he crawled back up, the bed shifting with his heavy weight as he lay down next to Tony. He looked like the cat that got the cream. “Was that good?”
Tony flapped his hand weakly. “I’ll let you know when I recover. I aim to respond in 5-7 business days.”
Steve's laugh was a big hearty thing, and he shook the bed with it. “I’ll await my positive review.” Tony grinned.
Now that their activities were done, the cool night air hit Tony’s skin, making him shiver. Steve frowned, then dragged him close, pulling the blankets back over them before flicking off the light. Tony was warm and satisfied, and surrounded once again by that heavenly forest scent.
“You know,” he said, the darkness making him bold. “I, uh, don’t have to work from Manhattan all that often.”
There was a pause before Steve answered, the question painted with a tentative hope. “You don’t?”
Tony shook his head. “I’ve kind of done all the hard work, you know? I have a good management team, I can do a lot of stuff I like now. Mostly R&D. And I can do that from anywhere.” He swallowed, trying not to lose his nerve. “So, maybe, I could stick around a while. We could get to know each other a little better?”
“Oh really?” It was amused this time, and Tony felt a smile spread onto his face. “I guess you’ll be looking for a place to stay.”
“Yeah, you know one?”
Steve huffed a breath, dipping down to kiss the back of Tony’s neck. “I think I can offer a pretty competitive rate. I’m afraid it’s still a no go on the hot tub though.”
Tony laughed, relaxing fully into Steve’s hold. “Eh, I’m kind of fond of the other perks.”
He let his head be tilted up, relishing the soft furry kisses.
Being a cryptozoologist was the best.