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[ It was supposed to be a simple mission - that was why Steve had gone by himself. Some guy, doing who knows what with plants in an abandoned warehouse, and what kind of guy got his ass kicked by plants?

Steve Rogers, that's who.

He'd put an end to plant guy (who had apparently genetically engineered himself into a half-plant, half-human) and his weird ambulatory plant friends. In the process, he'd disturbed a bunch of hanging flowers that had covered him in pollen, and he hadn't thought anything of it, being immune to basically everything. Also, the plants had been trying to take actual bites out of him at the time.

A couple hours later, most of the bruises and scrapes are healed, Steve's showered all the sap and pollen and who knows what green stuff off and is hoping that there isn't any footage of giant vines kicking his ass being uploaded to Youtube. And then he starts feeling...weird. A little feverish, maybe, and he hasn't had a fever in decades. He shrugs it off and goes to work out.

Except halfway through working out, he feels arousal curl around his bones, the kind he can't ignore. He finds the nearest bathroom and leans his forehead against the cool tile, hands tugging his pants down and wrapping around his cock and pulling until he has the most intense orgasm of his life. There's a mess everywhere - Steve cleans that up - and he's still goddamn hard, as if he hadn't come at all.

Christ. He takes a long, cold shower, jerks off again in the process, and that doesn't resolve a damn thing. There's definitely something wrong with him, and that means he probably needs science to fix it. Which means facing Tony, and while they've made an uneasy sort of peace since Siberia, that doesn't mean he really wants to look at him and tell him that he has an erection that won't go down.

He gives it another fifteen minutes, and his dick is hard enough to hammer nails. He finds a hoodie to wrap around his sweatpants, because there's absolutely no way of hiding it, and makes his way down to Tony's lab. ]

Hey, Tony? You busy?

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[ Tony was so very sure that this kind of thing was never going to happen, not between him and Steve at least. And as much as the plant might be forcing Steve's biology, the readings that Friday has taken eases his conscience because it isn't clouding his ability to say no.

Steve actually wants this.

Wants Tony.

There is something else on his lips, a question, a warning, but it's gone when Steve leans in and catches him in a kiss that has his shuddering and pressing his fingertips against the blond's hips even harder. Tony doesn't even care how raw it is, how messy and wanton, it's fucking perfect.

Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Tony pulls his hips flush wish Steve's, rocks against him teasingly with a breathless laugh.] Fuck, Steve. That-- yeah. Okay. C'mon...

[ A strangled moan catches in Steve's throat when Tony rocks against him. God, Tony's touch is all he wants right now, his hands and mouth everywhere. His clothes feel stifling, too hot and clinging, and he wants to rip them off. ]

Elevator. [ He manages to get out one word, sliding his hands down to Tony's collar and curling his fingers around it, pulling him in the direction of the elevator. ]

[ Tony's laughter catches on his teeth as he sways against Steve, amusement and want tangled together as they make their way to the elevator. His hands don't stop moving though, one sliding beneath the band of the pants Steve has on , the other tossing the ridiculous sweater to the ground on the way.

As soon as that is out of the way, Tony is rubbing, lightly and teasingly, at Steve's erection.]

Only takes about forty five seconds to get to my suite, so...

[ He smirks, strokes Steve firmly as he kisses him again.]

Not- not gonna be a problem.

[ He manages to get the words out around the kiss, his hips bucking into Tony's hand. His cock is so hard it aches, but fuck yes, Tony's hand is just what he needs right now. He whimpers into Tony's mouth, presses him against the wall of the elevator and arches against him. ]

[ Tony is smiling into the kiss, even as he strokes Steve harder, lets his thumb tease the slit and breathes a quiet noise of want between them.]

Mmm, so I will have to wait to blow you in a semi public place then? Pity that, always wanted to see how you would look if I took you apart with my mouth...

[ Tony barely moves back to speak, eyes hooded as he watches Steve arch and shudder. Fuck, he really wasn't going to last long.]

[ It's been a solid half-hour since his last orgasm, and Steve's pretty much on a hair trigger right now - which means that when Tony teases him with his thumb, that's all he needs to push him over the edge. There's almost no warning; his muscles tense and then he's spilling over into Tony's hand, bucking his hips to milk every bit of sensation from him, and he buries his face in the crook between neck and shoulder, his breath puffing hot against skin.

As he comes down from his climax, he whimpers a little. His legs feel like jelly, and god it feels so good to have someone else's hand on him, and-

Of course he's still hard. Of course. Steve just lets out a long, frustrated groan and thinks about hitting his head against the elevator wall. ]

[ While Tony was aware of the data that had been presented, that Steve was jacked full of something that made his libido ridiculous, to see it was something else entirely. Tony hums, a low thing tanged in his ribs, as Steve comes in his hand and shakes from the force of it. It's breathtaking and Tony can't help but quietly thanking the idiot villain that came up with what ever it is that did this.

Sure, it's terrible and he will feel guilty about it later, but for now...]

Shit, Steve-- Are you sure you're going to be okay?

[ Because, despite pulling his hand away to wipe the come off on the hideous sweater Steve had been wearing, Tony is more than aware of the fact that Steve is still hard against him.

Tony can't help pulling against the blond's hip, and rocking against him shallowly despite the worry in his voice.]

No-

[ And there's a hint of laughter that edges on hysterical in his voice, because, yeah, of course he's a little panicky about this. He doesn't have much room to think about it because it's hard, no pun intended, to think about anything but sex and how much he wants it, how every nerve is on fire when Tony touches him, how he needs his hands and his mouth and his cock everywhere. But there's also the very real fear that this won't pass through his system and he'll just be stuck like this. Most things don't have any effect on him, after all, and his accelerated metabolism should mean that something like this should only bother him for a short time. But he's just had three orgasms in less than an hour, and he still needs more, and that's very much out of the norm for him. ]

Maybe have FRIDAY keep analyzing the stuff? You know, just in case.

[ And since he needs Tony to keep him busy right now. Steve slides the sweatpants down his hips, kicks them off right there in the elevator. Tony's hand hadn't caught everything, and they're kind of a wet mess right now, and...yeah. ]

[ Tony doesn't think about his movement, the way he cards his hands through Steve's hair slowly, comfortingly, as the blond leans against him and trembles something near hysterical.

Yeah, this isn't--]

Don't worry, she will keep analyzing the stuff she's found and compare it to your usual upkeep of things. This might be so potent it affects you for a while, you did say you had come in contact with a lot of the stuff, right?

[ He is trying really hard to think rationally, but Steve is kicking off his sweatpants in the elevator and is flushed and rock hard and-- fuck, Tony presses himself back against the wall of the elevator , palms flat, and closes his eyes a little to swallow. He was going to feel like shit about this later (fuck that there was guilt now) but-- Steve was legitimately the peak of human perfection and Tony always had a soft spot for the guy, let alone for him when he was wanting like this.

The elevator pings, and the doors open to Tony's suite, and Tony is pushing off the wall, on hand around Steve's wrist, as he drags him into the floor.]

If you want, we can give Friday a blood sample? Might make things go faster?

I sorta- fell backwards into a bunch of the plants, yeah. They covered me in pollen.

[ He gives Tony a bashful smile. Yeah, he knows, he's a super-soldier, he's not supposed to fuck up like that. But sometimes things happen, even to the best of them. But the way Tony runs his hands through his hair soothes him a little, and he buries his face in the genius's neck for a moment as the elevator comes to a stop. ]

All right, [ he agrees readily, letting Tony pull him along. Right now, all he wants to do is get into the bedroom and let things progress from there. But Tony's right, giving FRIDAY more of the stuff to analyze makes sense. ]

Yeah that-- that is probably a lot of pollen. Or... whatever the fuck it is that caused this. I wanna say sex pollen but that feels like a bad Star Trek joke.

[ That and his brain isn't actually working as well as he would like it to because, fuck, Steve is distracting. Even as he moves towards the bar in his suite to grab the blood sample device (what, it made the most sense to leave it there okay), Tony is still caught up on the lines and curves that make up Steve's body.]

Here, just stick your thumb on the circle and she will get the sample.

[ He holds it out, lets Steve press his thumb on it and, as the blond grabs the device, Tony sinks to his knees and presses Steve against the bar with a wicked grin.]

Try not to drop blood on me, okay?

[ That is all the warning Steve get's before Tony is swallowing Steve down, fast and quick, cheeks hollowing out and his tongue curling around the underside of the head.

This? This is something Tony has fantasized about more than once.]

JesusfuckingChrist!

[ That's the sort of thing that would catch anyone unaware, and Steve's a) already in one hell of a bind and b) never had a mouth on his dick before. He manages to keep one hand on the device, grabs the bar with the other, and somehow doesn't break anything with the way his grip tightens. ]

Tony...

[ A moan catches in his throat, and when the thing beeps at him, Steve barely has enough presence of mind to set it back on the bar. Now that he has a hand free, he reaches down to run his fingers through Tony's hair, lets his chin drop to his chest so he can watch him suck him off. ]

[ The cursing just makes Tony hum, tight vibrations along the length of Steve's cock, as Tony pushes himself a little farther. It had been a while since he had given someone a blowjob, and he could feel the tickle of his gag reflex as the head of Steve's cock barely hits the back of his throat, but he fights it down.

When he feels the hands in his hair though, Tony's eyes close of their own accord and he leans back into the touch, pleasure clear in the lines on his face. He relaxes a little more, pulls back and drags his tongue along Steve's length, before circling the head of his cock lightly, before opening his mouth wide, wicked glint in his eyes as he drops his hands from resting lightly against Steve's thighs, to curled against his own thighs.

Then Tony waits to see if Steve gets it, thrusts back in with that hand in his hair the way Tony wants, or --]

[ Steve blinks a little in evident surprise when Tony swallows his cock down. He's not exactly knowledgeable when it comes to blowjob techniques, and so deep-throating isn't the sort of thing he'd expected - isn't something he actually has a name for. But god, it feels good, and Steve doesn't need any coaxing to thrust into his mouth. ]

You're gonna be the death of me, Stark.

[ He lets his other hand drop to Tony's head, uses both hands to hold it in place as he thrusts. God, it's not going to take him long to come this time, either. ]

You and this goddamn pollen.

[ If Tony could focus on anything other than how much he enjoyed the feeling of Steve thrusting into his mouth, he might take the time to note how out of sorts the other was. How there was an edge of newness to the blond's movements, despite everything. As it was, he is enjoying himself too much, a hint of smugness in the creases around his eyes as Steve curses him and rocks into his mouth.

Then Tony is focused entirely on driving Steve over the edge as quickly as possible; throat loose and hollowing his cheeks whenever Steve pulls back, eyes focused on the man above him.]

[ Steve swears more, quietly, breathlessly, his hips pumping relentlessly into Tony's mouth. He's not going to last long this time, either; his muscles are already tensing, and he can feel his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach, coiling like a spring. ]

Oh Jesus, Tony, your mouth, I can't-

[ His fingers tighten in Tony's hair, and he groans. ]

If- if you don't wanna swallow it-

[ Now would be a good time to move away, is what he's trying to say. ]

[ Tony's gaze flickers up, but he doesn't pull away. If anything, he seems to put more effort into his actions, keeping eye contact with Steve has he swallows him down completely, letting his throat work around the length and humming at the hands in his hair.

Yeah, fuck that. He's gonna enjoy this thanks.]

[ Well, okay, he's been warned. Steve stops trying to hold it back and shudders as he spills down Tony's throat, his back arching against the bar, his fingers pulling at Tony's hair.

And once everything's said and done, he's still hard in Tony's mouth. Steve actually whimpers as he sits down on a stool - if by sitting, you mean mostly collapsing. ]

Fuck.

[ Look, Tony is ninety percent sure that he is never going to get to do this again, so don't mind him enjoying what he can thanks. And he really does enjoy it when Steve is tugging on his hair and spilling down his throat and fuck.

Tony shakes a little, but doesn't fail to notice that Steve is still hard.

Shit.

A brow goes up as he collapses on a stool and Tony pulls back slowly, breathing harshly as he leans against Steve's leg. When he speaks, his voice is rough.]

Hmm, this might be one hell of an interesting afternoon, Rogers.

[ Steve doesn't even know where everything is coming from, but once he can sort of function again, he rummages behind the bar till he can grab a bottle of water. He's starting to feel a need to keep hydrated, and the bottle disappears down his throat in a few gulps - he doesn't even pay attention to the water that spills out and runs down his chin and neck because he's already reaching for another one. ]

Yeah, you're telling me.

[ There is rough laughter from Tony, still on his knees at Steve's feet, as he watches the blond drink. Yeah, that-- hydration was probably a good idea from him. And Tony isn't going to complain either, eyes caught a little on the droplet that makes its way across Steve's skin.

Tony actually gets himself up to chase that with his tongue, before pressing his lips to the hollow of Steve's collarbone. He waits a beat before snagging the second bottle out of Steve's hand with a smirk. ]

Mmm, does it help though? The orgasm?

For a few minutes, anyway.

[ His eyes slide shut as Tony licks his skin, kisses the hollow of his collarbone, a pleased noise caught in his throat. ]

And then it just sort of...builds back up. Like I can't think about anything else except how hard I am and how much I need to get off, so my brain gets caught up in it too. I think about things, and then I want it more, and-

[ Steve sighs, relinquishes the other bottle to Tony and fishes another one for himself. ]

If I make it through this, I'm becoming a priest.

Mmm, so what you are saying is that this is going to be a very interesting couple of hours?

[But he doesn't sound upset by it at all as he downs the water.

However, he might choke a little at the declaration of priesthood.]

What would be a waste, I think. Is it really that bad?

[ There is something soft in the words, tentative. ]

At least. [ Steve's more concerned that it won't wear off that soon, that even his super-soldier stamina will be exhausted and he'll still feel the drive to fuck until he collapses.

It could, he thinks, be an effective weapon. ]

Mm? [ He tilts his head a little, studies Tony. He's never really thought that the other man might have feelings for him beyond friendship - it's been hard enough to even imagine that much since Siberia. But Tony had mentioned an infatuation earlier and it had caught Steve by surprise, and now he doesn't know what to think. ]

Not you. [ His tone is reassuring, and he reaches out to cup Tony's cheek, thumb stroking over his cheekbone. ] But the whole thing is just...frustrating.

[ That would be an understandable fear if he wasn't in a place where they had drugs that could knock the Hulk out. If it proves to be too much, if Steve really cannot bear it and it doesn't fade, Tony will find him what he needs.

For now, however, this was hopefully enough.]

At least? I don't know if that is lack of faith in my creative abilities or not...

[ He is trying for light-hearted, for something not emotive or wounded or feeling, but he doesn't know if he is at all succeeding. Something about this, about intimacy with some he already cares for, breaking down his defences. So when Steve reaches up, gentle and caring, Tony is caught by surprise. There is a gentleness in that gesture that he doesn't know how to deal with, ends up, eyes wide and mouth parted, as he stares at Steve. ]

Um.. yeah, I can see that....