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You feel weird, and frankly, my dear, I'm loving it, Tony thinks, but that's not as sexy so he refrains from speaking it aloud; and besides, after he grows accustomed to the penetration again, he'll be singing Steve's praises. For now he breathes and keeps calm, his face the picture of scrunched concentration. The multitude of nerve endings that Steve's finger slides against makes Tony aware of every millimeter, until one angle up barely brushes that sweet spot.

Oversensitive from orgasm, Tony squeaks, high-pitched. Too bad his dick is still uninterested in these proceedings. "There. Ya feel that? Little walnut-sized thing? That's the gland of glory."

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Steve does feel it, and thanks to his enhanced muscle memory, he'll be able to remember it and hit it whenever he wants. Theoretically, anyway. "The gland of glory?" he echoes with a raised eyebrow and a bit of an amused snort. "I'll just trust you on that one." It's sure enough to get a reaction out of Tony, and that's what matters to him.

"You want another finger yet?" Wide eyes dark with arousal glance up at Tony, and Steve wonders if he's being impatient. He probably is, but his own cock is taking a definite interest in these proceedings. He wants to bury himself in Tony, to press against every inch of bare skin he possibly can and soak up his presence till he can't hold any more, because deep down he's terrified that this will end in the worst way possible.

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"Yup, yup, sure do," Tony says with a small anticipatory shiver. Getting harder to have patience after that pleasurable jolt. To encourage, he hooks his heels onto Steve's shoulders.

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Steve squirts more lube on his middle finger, then thrusts it in with the other one. There's a moment of resistance - almost enough to make him pull back - but then his finger eases in. He idly rubs Tony's thigh with his free hand, trying to help him relax. "You been on the giving end before?" he asks out of sheer curiosity. Watching Tony as he stretches him out makes Steve wonder what it feels like, and he's pretty sure it's something he wouldn't mind exploring. "With a man, I mean."

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Brow furrowed, hands flexing on the headboard and eyes locked hungrily on Steve's erect cock (almost, almost), Tony answers, "Nope. Just women. Why? You curious?" Delirious from endorphins and emotions, he giggles and smacks his head back onto the pillow. Forty-five-years-old with his history of sex, he still has firsts, and he's popping those cherries with Steve Rogers. "It can blow your mind harder than I can blow your dick if you ever convince me."

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Steve keeps working at it, trying to hit that same spot with his fingers with every thrust, twisting his fingers to loosen the muscles. He glances at his cock, then at his fingers, and slowly starts to press a third lube-slick finger in. His own breath is coming faster as he imagines his dick in place of the fingers, and he shifts restlessly on the bed. "I gotta convince you?" he asks, although he's only half paying attention at this point. "How hard's that gonna be?"

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Every so often when Steve thrusts his fingers into that spot, Tony jumps at the hips and clenches down, grimacing, approaching overstimulation, the good kind of torturous. His cock remains stubbornly soft, but he doesn't need ejaculation to reach a magical orgasm, he's discovered. Steve adds a third finger and Tony cries out sharply once, mouth open, the stretch visceral, thighs trembling, ankles shaking on Steve's shoulders. "Uh," he says intelligently, words scattered between their heavy breaths and the squelch of the lube, "w-we talkin' outside or ... or inside a scene?"

Before very long, if this keeps up, his brain will shut down any processing of coherent words. Then, when everything becomes too much, he'll finally grow hard again.

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Steve's learned by now that there's a point where trying to engage Tony in conversation is useless - which is fair, he can't exactly get his brain to work when Tony's got his cock in his mouth. "We'll talk about it later," he promises with a smile, petting Tony's thigh. "No need to get ahead of ourselves here." That's what he's telling himself right now, because he really wants to fuck Tony, but he knows he needs to stretch him out more.

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"Right, the matter at hand, or ... or on hand -- yours, s-specifically, ah," Tony stammers, each jab into his prostate a pleasure so sharp that it hurts. "Oh," he repeats, wincing, scrunching up at his stomach. "Oh, shit," and his entire body contracts and clamps down, a supernova in his nerves that stretches seconds into infinities. Existence whites out.

Tony is already collapsed and boneless on the bed once the world fades back in for him. Dazed, he slowly blinks at the canopy above and tries to regather his wits.

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Steve stops once Tony tightens around him, keeping his fingers in him, but no longer thrusting. He knows what it looks like, but-

"What just happened?" he asks Tony after he goes limp. He gives him a few seconds to respond, then prods his hip with his free hand. "Can you come without-" he gestures vaguely at his dick, which is definitely still just as soft as it's been all along. Steve is learning all sorts of things tonight, apparently. It's a whole new world.

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One of Tony's feet slipped to the mattress during his climax. Tony aims a lazy but elated smirk at Steve in response. "Gland of glory," he reaffirms airily. "S'called a dry orgasm. That's just the first of 'em, so," the heel still resting on Steve, with Steve's free arm hooked around the leg, nudges him on, "hop to it, soldier."

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"Bossy, aren't you?" Steve wrinkles his nose on principle, but he doesn't really mind. Tony seems relaxed and normal now - or as normal as Tony ever gets - and Steve's privately relieved that they can at least accomplish that much without going full D/s.

He regards his cock, already more than hard enough, and frowns slightly. Steve can guess how long he'll last inside Tony, and the answer is a little embarrassing. "Uh," he says intelligently, then elaborates further: "I think I should probably get off first. If that's okay with you, anyway."

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"And needy," Tony adds matter-of-factually, unashamed, but then his wide grin fades into a confused frown. You don't just rev someone's engine and bail out before you even drive, especially not right after you changed into the correct gear. "Uh, no? Why do you need to get off first? The salute won't be any smaller the second go."

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Steve looks a little abashed. "You haven't noticed that I sorta-" he gestures vaguely. "I kinda get overexcited. If I get in there right now, I'm gonna fire off way too early, maybe even before you get to come again. Probably after hardly any time in there. And I wanna last." He wants to do this right, and he's worried about disappointing Tony. He deserves all the fireworks he can give him.

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Tony snaps his mouth shut. Steve wants his first time to feel extra special, because he's a big romantic lug. Tony swallows, his heart swelling and hammering both. "Solid reasoning, I guess," he says, downplaying the importance as he tends to do, and pushes himself up onto his elbows to better place his attention on Steve, who deserves this much at the very least. "Do ya want me to..." He waves a hand at Steve's dick and then mimics jerking off.

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"Sorry," he apologizes, "I shoulda done it before I started stretching you out. Then we'd both be ready for it now." Not that his refractory period is all that long, but it's still a hassle. He'll just have to remember that for next time.

"You can watch, if you want." Steve gives Tony a shy look from under his lashes. "You don't have to do anything at all. I'll do all the work." And with the bonus of being able to come all over Tony, which is plenty appealing, even outside a scene.

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Tony sighs, almost relieved between the uncomfortable slickness in his ass and the contentment from orgasm about not having to move -- almost, because he'd still contort himself into a sailor's knot if it'd make Steve happy. "Who am I to argue with the man with a plan?" he says lightly before he plants both feet onto the bed, knees pulled up high. "Meanwhile, I got my own plan," he continues. One hand smooths down his own body to between his legs, fingers curling back behind his balls, messing with the lube there. "You can watch me watching you. Gotta keep myself ready, right?"

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Steve's mouth goes dry as he watches Tony with wide eyes. "Yeah," he manages to say, although the word ends in a squeak. He squeezes a dollop of lube into his hand, then sets the bottle within reach of Tony, in case he needs more. He's never jerked off with lube before, and the expression on his face when his hand slides over his dick is blissful, a shudder rippling through his whole body. Nope, he's not even going to last long doing this, and he can usually hold out a bit when it's just him and his hand.

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Eyes hooded, making sure he meets Steve's, Tony circles two fingers around his hole, slicking them up, before he pushes them in with a squelch. He looses a long, low moan, mostly for show. "Makin' me wait. Borderline cruelty, Rogers, depriving me of that," he quips, smirking, with a nod to Steve's cock. A third finger is added, then, and Tony starts pumping them in and out. He does need to keep himself opened, but truth be told, Tony knows Steve likes it when he acts all seductive and slutty for him, and Steve has expressed interest in watching Tony before. This display should ease Steve from any remaining nerves and also speed along his second erection, which Tony admittedly has a stake in.

After a short while of finger-fucking and watching Steve stroke himself though, Tony slips from giving a calculated performance to tipping his head back and impatiently pleading, "Steve."

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"Workin' on it," Steve grunts as his hand pumps up and down. The muscles in his stomach contract as his hips roll up into his hand, and with a strangled moan, all the tension in his body snaps at once. From where he is, it's easy to angle his cock to shoot all over Tony's chest and stomach, and it's pretty clear that his aim is deliberate. Once he opens his eyes again, he looks at the mess on him and grins stupidly. "You look amazing, Tony."

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The sounds, slick and obscene, surround them. Without consciously deciding to, Tony wiggles his pinkie in with the three other fingers, plunges them in to the second knuckle at most, and methodically spreads them to coax the muscle looser. Something -- the nerve endings, the intimacy, or it being a simple precursor -- in being worked open strikes him deep and low. When Steve shoots across his body, the first signs of reawakened arousal feebly tingle.

The puddles and strips of Steve's come quiver on Tony's front. Tony whimpers, looking down at them and Steve's satisfied grin. (This is a thing, Tony files away in the back of his head, Steve marking him up with his come; happened when Steve gifted him the collar, too.) He removes his hand, wipes it carelessly on the blankets, and slams his head back onto the pillow as reprimand at his brain for wanting to sink. He's Steve's, the come on him states. While he stays afloat, Tony finds it suddenly difficult to touch himself. He suddenly doesn't want to, not without Steve's say so, a byproduct of that recent agreement. He just wants Steve, all encompassing, inside and out. Tony curls his hands into the covers. "Might be your best work yet," he rasps.

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"Guess all that time in art school was wasted, then." The sarcastic tone is softened by Steve's breathlessness, by the giddy look on his face. As if his body senses the immediacy of the situation - or one orgasm simply isn't enough to bleed off all his arousal - his cock remains at half-mast, softened but not soft. "Although my teachers always said to experiment with new mediums."

He eyes Tony for a long moment, weighing the situation in his head, then picks up the bottle of lube. Obviously he's taking Tony's advice on the matter to heart, because while he's still mostly slick, he slathers on more. Deep down, he's still afraid of hurting Tony. Steve scoots closer again, bracketed by Tony's thighs, and grips his cock in one hand to guide it. "Let me know if I'm going too fast," he says softly, which means that Tony's more likely to complain of the opposite. Biting his lower lip, he nudges Tony's hole with the head of his cock, then slowly presses past the ring of muscle.

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An overly flirtatious comment about being Steve's willing test subject fades away as Tony stares fascinated at Steve's still-stiff dick. Will the wonders of science never cease? he thinks a little hysterically, just short of intimidated. (Steve might have noticed some of Tony's muscle definition returning from more intensive work-outs the past couple weeks. Hard to not feel motivated after comparing yourself to your super-enhanced lover and coming up woefully inadequate.) Tony counts Steve's libido as a blessing, but for a brief moment, he doubts his ability to keep up. There's nothing to worry about, right? They still reach the same finish line, just Tony is the tortoise and Steve's the hare. Steve has to run more laps to complete his version of the race, even. As Tony switches his self in the analogy to a second hare, except maybe a hare with only two legs, Steve speaks again and lines up. Right. The more urgent, exceedingly delightful present. Concerns about the future can wait.

Swallowing, mentally talking himself up like a boxing coach, Tony nods and hooks his heels back onto Steve's shoulders. At first his body wants to eject Steve, but with the aid of lube and Tony forcefully relaxing, the head of Steve's cock pushes in, the muscle tightening behind the corona. "Oh, fuck, Steve," Tony breathes. "Go. Go."

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Steve can't even manage to swear right now; he just lets out a strangled noise as his fingers tighten on Tony's hip. Coming first was absolutely the right idea, because if he hadn't, then this would be enough all on its own. (Someday he'll overcome his hair trigger, really. But right now, everything is new and intensely arousing and the serum boosts his libido to ridiculous levels.)

Inch by inch, he pushes in with an almost agonizing slowness, shuddering at the feeling of Tony around him, hot and slick and tight. He can't remember how to hit Tony's prostate right now, but his only goal for the moment is getting Tony to take all of him. And, incredibly, he does, all the way to the hilt, till Steve's balls brush right up against the swell of his ass. "Holy shit," he manages to gasp out, his shoulders heaving like he's just run a marathon. There's something of relief in the action, not just pure arousal, but the release of pent-up anxiety that's almost as much of a rush as an orgasm. It's okay. He can do this. He's doing this.

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Comically, during that whole process, the sound Tony emits lacks any sort of sexiness, more similar to an elephant. Once Steve settles, Tony counts his breaths in and out, reassuring his body that it's okay, they're okay, the heated steel rod shoved far up between his spine and guts is just Steve. It's Steve, every bit filling him up, a circuit finally completed. Slowly, Tony adjusts, and the crease in his brow smooths out. He blinks open his eyes to Steve's awed face.

Endeared, Tony smiles and chuckles. He reaches up. "C'mere, baby," he whispers and tugs at Steve's wrist to lean down, slot his broad shoulders behind Tony's knees, and kiss him.