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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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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....

[ That at least gets Steve to laugh quietly. Tony might not always have the best ideas, but he always has ideas. So of course Steve has faith in his creative abilities, even when those abilities are being put to work in bed instead of creating some sort of weird new technology that he doesn't understand. ]
More like worrying about how long this stuff is gonna be in my system. I know about your creative abilities.

[ Except he really has no idea when it comes to sex. ]

Are you actually speechless? [ Steve teases him gently when he trails off. That gobsmacked look is unfairly attractive - there's an underlying vulnerability to it that makes him want to gather Tony up and protect him. ] Maybe I oughta take a picture, capture the moment. [ But instead he kisses him gently, tries to rein in his need for just a moment to convey something softer and more emotional. ]

[ The laughter is nice, makes Tony relax a little (makes him wonder when he became tense in the first place). But the fear that Steve has is understandable, has Tony leaning into him a little, determination clear in his eyes.] If the stuff doesn't fade, there are things we can do. I promise you this. [ Then he switches his focus a little, smirking.] Do you know my abilities? Mmm?

[ There is something coy in the words, in the corner of his smile, a challenge of sorts. Like he wants to see if Steve will take him up on the potential.

However, he doesn't have time to think about it, not when those words sit warm in his bones. Make him feel open and raw and, even at the teasing, Tony can't quite find the sense to close himself off. Seeing Steve Rogers with that softness, that gentleness, directed at him makes something painfully hopeful flare to life in his chest.

He only hopes it doesn't kill him.] No the kind of picture I thought you would want to take...

[ Again, there is an attempt at something less vulnerable, but Tony falls short, and he knows it. Especially when Steve presses in to kiss him like he cares and, shit shit shit. There is a whimper of a noise caught in his throat as he presses in, shakes a little against Steve and hopes the blond doesn't notice.]

No, [ he admits frankly with a shrug, ] but I'd like to find out.

[ Famous last words, Steve. ]

That's the kind of picture I'd rather draw.

[ He's thought about it before, watching Tony work out, or seeing him bent over his workbench. There's an intensity there that his fingers itch to try and catch on paper, to capture someone who's always moving without making the stillness seem unnatural.

(There might be a few rough sketches of Tony in the margins of his sketchbook, half-finished attempts to draw him from memory when he was in Wakanda. But Bucky's there, too, and Peggy.)

Even as distracted as Steve is, he notices that Tony's shaking when he kisses him, that there's the barest whimper caught in his throat. He runs a soothing hand down his back, rests his forehead against his and looks into his eyes. ] Shhhh, it'll be all right.

Oh, is that so, Rogers?

[ Tony's gaze is challenging, pointed. He has plenty of experience, can make this very interesting if the offer honestly still stands after this is all over.

Tony hopes it does.

Of course, the look falters when Steve says that and, oh-- that-- is a lot more than he expected, to be honest. Something far more intimate in the idea of Steve drawing him, rather than just taking a picture. There was caring there, something a little deeper that Tony was still trying to get a hold on.]

Mmm, maybe next time. I don't think this is the best time for drawing.

[ False confidence and smirks, that is what Tony is going for, even as Steve kisses him something soft and sweet. Fuck, Tony is so screwed. So screwed, why did--

There is a noise, a huff of a laugh as he tries to pull himself together, eyes closing for a moment before he stares as best he can at Steve, mouth curled in a poor attempt at a grin.] Isn't that supposed to be what I tell you?

Wouldn't say so if it wasn't, Stark.

[ But he really has no idea what he's getting himself into. It's not that Steve isn't aware of things, it's just that his knowledge is pretty damn vanilla and, well, limited. So he can't even begin to imagine what Tony might be able to come up with if he put his mind to it. ]

Once you get me in bed, yeah. [ Steve's more successful at smirking than Tony is, though he's also easily distracted by the thought of Tony and beds and what people do in beds. ] God, Tony, I want you to fuck me. [ He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against Tony's again, trying to calm himself a little even as his cock aches at the thought of Tony inside him. He doesn't really know what it would feel like, but he's suddenly obsessed with the idea of finding out. ]

Never know, just making sure you don't regret that there, Rogers.

[ Tony cares more about connection and affection and attention in bed, not one to focus on the fancy things or outlandish things unless that really is what his partner wants. For Steve? Vanilla is totally fine with him, as long as Steve is happy.

And the genius wants to tell him as much, maybe something like reassurance, but then Steve says that and, fuck, Tony is so very lucky he has a lot of self-control. He makes a noise at the words, a rumble in his ribcage, and lets his hands slide down to Steve's ass, pulling them together at the hip. Fuck fuck fuck, he didn't think-- didn't think Steve would want that right now, but gods, he is more than willing to give.]

Fuck, you can't just-- can't just say shit like that, Steve. Fuck, I want to take you apart darling, let me-- cmon, to the bed, yeah?

Regret you? Never.

[ He's regretted a lot of things about the way he's acted around Tony - god, a good chunk of his interactions with the man - but never Tony himself. Steve has more faith in him than Tony himself does. ]

Mmm. [ Steve nuzzles Tony's neck, presses closer to him again. Their erections slide together, and he moans into the other man's skin. He wants everything - wants to fuck and be fucked and come until he can't string two words together anymore. ] All right. [ He pulls away with reluctance, letting Tony lead him into the bedroom. ]