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With a soft groan and hazy eyes, instead of returning any jab, Tony wraps his mouth around the pink crown peeking out of the foreskin. Every intention to tease has whited out, by the thought of Steve keeping him quiet, into a blanket yes in his brain. He fits what he can into his mouth without breaching into his throat, tongue holding Steve's dick in place, and suckles. Despite the position testing his legs and shoulders, he suckles slowly, lazily, like he'd be content with Steve's dick gagging him the whole night. When Tony's dick fills and brushes his stomach, a whimper vibrates around Steve's cock and Tony tries to shove him farther in, choking himself, unheeding of his own limit, too far gone already for what self-preservation he has.

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The leisurely pace Tony sets is nice at first - certainly nice to watch with Tony blissed out with Steve's cock in his mouth, and he's never had the opportunity to really watch from this vantage point before - but Steve quickly finds himself wanting more as his cock gets harder. He pulls Tony's head up a little, keeping him from choking himself, softly brushing fingers over the nape of his neck in a caress.

"Faster," he groans, his hips tilting up a little. He twines his fingers through Tony's hair and helps him set a pace, tugging and pushing until he picks the rhythm up.

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Moving Tony, who becomes so pliable, melting into the push and pull, feels effortless even for someone of normal strength. He doesn't just follow the instruction; he anticipates it from the grip on his hair, more in tune with Steve's wishes than before. Steve turns into not just the anchor point, but the entire reason for Tony's existence. Once Steve selects the pace, Tony maintains it, bobbing at the neck to lessen the strain on his limbs. He starts adding little tricks, lips tightening on a pull up and loosening on the way down, the flat of his tongue pressing along the shaft. He's sloppier than if he were in his right mind, lacking the precision, but it brings its own pleasure, him being hungry for Steve's cock, so eager to obey the order of getting Steve off that he throws his whole self into the task, sighing and drooling, the good kind of mess.

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Steve is surprised by the difference between this and the other blowjobs Tony's given him, and exactly what he meant by "more with you than ever" sinks in. Before, it had just been a need to lose himself, to offer himself up as a hole to fuck. Now, he truly submits, and all he wants is to please Steve, and it's fucking amazing. "Oh god, Tony," he gasps. He feels his balls start to tighten, and his muscles follow suit, tensing in anticipation. "S-so good," he manages to get out. "So fucking-"

The end of the sentence turns into a moan, and he rocks his hips up into Tony's mouth, his last shred of coherent thought desperately trying to keep from choking him with his cock as he comes, spurting hot against the back of his throat. Everything blurs around the edges, then gradually comes back into focus as he catches his breath.

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Tony moans, low and long, around Steve's orgasm, fulfillment from the praise spreading throughout his body, making him light. His hips roll downward in sympathy and lust, cock hard, but he follows Steve's softening dick down, concerned foremost with him, never letting him or the come slip out. The weight of Tony's head and torso rests fully on Steve's hip and leg, body balled up, to give his thighs the rest. While Steve catches his breath, Tony keeps suckling on the head, careless, dazed eyes glancing up beneath his smoothed out brow. Saliva and semen pool together inside the cheek with the tip of Steve's dick.

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Steve trails his fingertips lazily over Tony's swollen cheek. "You can swallow," he says breathlessly, realizing that they're at the point where he needs to tell Tony to do everything again, that he won't act without a clear, direct order. He tugs Tony's head up off him with his other hand, giving him a dazed smile. "Come up here, next to me."

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Tony swallows and croaks, "Okay," but when he tries lifting himself, with the bed a too-soft surface beneath him and without the use of his arms, he needs to steel his abused core and thighs. It's slower, and he trembles a little, but Tony perseveres without assistance, a tiny wrinkle of determination on his otherwise loose face, and shambles up the bed next to Steve. His erection bounces heavily between his legs. He whines, still on his knees, his head drooping.

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With one hand, Steve tugs the buckle of the belt open, freeing Tony's wrists from their confinement. That done, he tugs him in next to him, nuzzling into his neck again. "I love it when you make me come," he whispers into his ear. One hand rubs Tony's thigh, starting at the top, slowly working his way in. He's never touched another man like this before, and he's a little uncertain of how to proceed. Logically, he knows it's a lot like jerking himself off, but mentally...that's a whole other kettle of fish.

"You're so good with your mouth," he croons, and his fingertips find the smooth skin of Tony's erection, lightly running up and down his length. It's hot and heavy when he takes it into his hand, his fingers closing around the shaft. "So good at doing what I say." The praise makes him feel a little self-conscious, but he knows that's what Tony needs right now, that it'll get easier with time. Just like jerking him off.

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Once contact is provided, Tony presses close, desperate for it. He bares his neck and bends his leg up, spreading his thighs, to ease Steve's way. Tentatively he reaches out to Steve's waist, and when he's not denied, smooths his hand across it. The praise draws out little pleasured sighs; the grip, an involuntary thrust. "When can I come, sir, please?" Tony slurs. "I -- I won't. I won't till you say." He can't, because he's given that right to Steve. Tony will give him everything.

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"I know," Steve breathes. He's not yet sure how he feels about being called sir - he knows it's common enough with this kind of thing, but isn't sure he wants the strict formality. But he's still feeling the dynamics out, so he doesn't say anything for now. Instead, he strokes Tony, slow and leisurely. "You're doing such a good job. I promise you'll get the reward you deserve." Just not yet, it seems. He wants to bask in this moment, Tony next to him hard and needy, Tony's cock in his hand, his own post-orgasmic glow. Everything fits together just right for once.

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Appeased, Tony shuts his eyes. He burrows closer, cockhead pressing into and then slipping up Steve's packed abdomen, and savors the leisurely touch with breathy sighs and subtle rolls of his hips into Steve. Soon, though, the persistent desire to be good catches up to him. Steve likes his mouth, so Tony tilts his head to kiss along Steve's jawline the same way he suckled on his dick: contentedly, a little sloppily, almost worshipful. Another difference from their playtime before -- Tony seeks to make it about Steve rather than himself. He disperses his identity into Steve's desires. Steve owns him.

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"You can use your hands now," Steve mentions idly as he tilts his head back a little to expose his throat. He knows that orders are easier for Tony to process than suggestions, but he doesn't have any orders at the moment - he doesn't really need to be touched. The way Tony's cock rubs against his stomach awakens the first stirrings of desire, and his own dick twitches, but it's not hardening yet (though if he keeps on with this, it definitely will).

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"Yes, sir," Tony confirms into Steve's neck, against his skin, and then tucks his head beneath Steve's chin, which allows him to watch his own hand as it travels from Steve's waist to his hairless chest. His fingertips graze one pectoral. He traces the outline of it and then between them, up along the breastbone: a gentle exploration, tinged with awe and appreciation. Next they follow the ridges of Steve's stomach muscles and Tony looses a little moan and a stronger thrust. "Please?" he begs quietly, though he's only half-aware of what for.

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Steve lets out a shuddering breath as Tony's fingers travel over him. He has a deep-seated need for touch - even non-sexual touch - that rarely gets satisfied, and having so much of Tony's body pressed against him, having him touch him, fills a hole he tries to pretend doesn't exist most of the time.

As Tony's erection gets harder under his fingers, Steve strokes faster, squeezes a little more. He's not quite sure if he can tell when Tony's at the brink, but that's the sort of thing he'll learn over time, he figures.

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Whimpering loudly, Tony brings their bodies flush together, trapping Steve's stroking hand between them. His arm encircles Steve and grips him close, tight, hand spread out on Steve's shoulder blades.

(Steve will learn in time that non-verbal feedback also works: Tony's light touches granted him favor via a faster stroke, so he braves more. The mindless obedience of the first times, him being unable to act without strict instruction, while still holding true to a degree, will transform into anticipatory action. A wave, or even a look, and Tony will understand and perform, as in-sync behind closed doors as on the battlefield. This is new territory for Tony as well, a new dominant partner. He's still charting his way through, careful not to overstep. He only wants to give Steve his best, as much and as many times as he can -- a recognizable echo of the man he normally is, just stripped of all excess.)

Tony begins to ruts against him in earnest. The room fills with the sound of slight friction, skin-on-skin, and his moans and tiny cries, freely given. "C-can I? Now?" he stammers shakily. His balls have tightened.

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This is what he's wanted from the very first time they were together, the feeling of giving, not just taking. He's wanted to hear Tony's pleasure, to know the effect he has on him. For the first time, Tony feels like a partner, and not just someone to fuck.

"Yeah," Steve replies breathlessly, the look in his eyes a little awestruck, a little dazed. "Lemme feel you come, Tony."

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After a keen of gratitude muffled into Steve's collarbone, Tony rubs against him, squirming. He gasps and then spurts his come between their bodies with panting whimpers that encompass the air around them. Once he's spent, muscles untightening, peace draping back across him, he nudges his head up into Steve's chin.

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Steve's no stranger to the feeling - look, he's had some very messy orgasms once or twice - but it's completely different when it's someone else's come hot on his stomach and chest, knowing that he's the one responsible for it. It makes him grin stupidly, nuzzling the top of Tony's head as he gives him a last few lazy strokes, wringing every last bit of stimulation out of him. He dips his head back down to catch his lips in a messy, breathless kiss, his other hand idly rubbing circles in the small of Tony's back.

"That was great," he says finally, a little dumbly. "You're great."

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The final tugs bring sips of air, oversensitive, and pull Tony further under into the blissful empty landscape. The kiss opens him up, lips parting for Steve to delve in if he wishes. Finally, the grin and compliments from Steve nurture a swell of quiet pride reflected in the brightening of Tony's eyes; nurture a confidence that nudges him to continue, and even more so improve. "I can do more?" he offers, adoring and eager, so quick to please.

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While he doesn't really need anything, Tony has his interest piqued, and Steve, with all his naive inexperience, wants to find out. "More?" He raises his eyebrows. "Like what?" Emotion swells within him at Tony's eagerness to please, at how much he wants to do well for him. "Feel free to demonstrate." And there's a little amused smile at that.

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That little wrinkle of concentration returns. Tony drops his eyes in thought; normally so quick with ideas, here he struggles through the same weightless space that lulls him into this state. Eventually, when he sees the streaks of semen on Steve, he shifts, scoots down on his hip, leans his forearms on the bed so his face levels with Steve's torso, and licks a long, wet line across it, his bottom lip dragging after, wiping his own spend off Steve's skin.

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Steve shudders, both at the sight and the feeling, and his cock starts to stiffen again. He has to admit that he's imagined coming on Tony before, marking his stomach or his back - something more deliberate than what he did that morning they were together. But he's never imagined licking it up before, and that's clearly an oversight. He runs a hand through Tony's hair, silently encouraging him to keep going.

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Approval granted, Tony cleans every spot of come, eyes shut with only peeks between the lashes to check his progress. Each dripping line he gathers slowly on his tongue, like a cat licking its owner, around every needed angle and curve and ridge of Steve's middle. He breaks apart sometimes to swallow, but continues until Steve's skin is free of all remaining come, not a drop left unattended, the same thoroughness and care he brings to any project.

Once he feels he finishes his task, Tony rests his temple on Steve's hip, breath slow and even, eyes on Steve's new erection. "Is tha' good?" he asks, needing the affirmation before moving on.

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Steve shivers and shudders from time to time while Tony's licking him clean; he's never had anyone be so thoroughly attentive with their tongue before, and his abdomen is sensitive, especially around his navel. It means he's plenty hard again by the time Tony's done, and he has to blink out of an aroused daze when he speaks.

"Fantastic," he assures Tony, and he caresses the nape of his neck with his fingertips.

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Steve's hardened dick brushes Tony's throat in this position, rests on his clavicle, but Tony just basks in the light caress on his neck, lying there all curled up against Steve's hips and legs. He can't assume what Steve wants, not yet. So he waits, loose in every limb, but at Steve's every beck and call.