Steve had told him, red-faced and determined six months ago that he would fulfill any fantasy Tony had on their wedding night. That had been as close to a proposal as he’d ever gotten.
adlkjasdlkjasd fic to go with the last drawing!!
Sexswapped!Tony. Gave him long hair because I have a fetish. I wanted to give him smallish (well, smaller) boobs, but he disagreed.
Note how this is not genderswap. Sex <> gender.
What I got from talking to Bel today is that Steve doesn’t want Tony to deepthroat him because Tony tries too hard. But Tony will anyway because he’s got a reputation to maintain. Also, Clint is an ass.
This made sense when we were talking about it, okay?
Tony’s been working on his cars, laying under their hot, mechanical bellies. He’s covered in grease and sweat. Exhaustion pours through him like smooth vodka and he can barely bring himself to go up the steps. His arc reactor is sticking to and glowing through his sweat-soaked shirt, shining annoyingly in the bottom of his field of vision.
He rubs the hickey on his neck absent-mindedly, then walks into his room, and suddenly there’s a reminder of why it is he has that hickey on his bed, lying shirtless and—
“Jesus fuck,” Tony says. Steve looks up, frowning at him, looking about ready to scold him for being crude, but suddenly Tony is extremely horny and it’s extremely important that he get on that.
He crawls onto the bed and on top of Steve, who sits up, surprised, and then is met halfway by Tony’s hungry lips. He smells like soap and America. God. Tony grinds down onto one of his legs and tries to ignore the fact that Steve’s grinning. They’ve been dating for two weeks and Steve is just beginning to learn the extent of Tony’s libido. Mostly he’s learned that Tony thinks he’s really hot.
“God,” Tony mutters again and Steve wraps a hand around his leg and pulls it up, pulling Tony halfway into his lap. It also allows Steve to push his leg up between Tony’s and—”Oh. Oh, Steve.”
“Clothes,” Steve mutters and Tony groans as the hand on his leg slides into the back of his jeans and squeezes.
Fic not by me!
It’s Bel’s bday soon so it has become my personal mission to draw a lot of kissing because she likes kissing and I am whipped.
