[ It had been one hell of an interesting month between Tony following Steve out into the world and, more or less, coming back a creature of myth. A month of him being weirdly touchy and affectionate and needy with the blond supersoldier in a way that weird for him. Sure, he was a tactile person once he got to know someone but--
Somehow, after the first night (morning? day?) of amazing sex, Tony had a hard time resisting the urge to be in physical contact with Steve. Even when he was going through the need to be in his fucking workshop for hours, he found himself wanting the blond. So he had started stealing clothes. Mostly shirts. And, weirdly enough, Tony found that it worked. He didn't know why he needed it, why he felt this need to have Steve around him in some capacity all the time now, but he did and-- well he wasn't too upset about it.
Mostly.
Tony also found that, as the month went on, there were a few things that he started to notice as being... different. You know, aside from his apparent need to have something of Steve's (or Steve himself) around as often as possible. There was the fact that he found himself more in tune with what people weren't saying, like... there was something about interactions that he got now that was never there before. FRIDAY mentioned pheromones, Tony laughed until he cried.
And then there was his actual desire to eat. Don't get him wrong, he always loved food, but now? Now he had to have at least two meals a day or he would get headaches from hell and grumpy and--
Whatever.
And then.... then at almost a full month later the weirdest (worst) new thing hit.
Tony was in a perpetual state of arousal. It was-- well it started off normal enough, waking up with a hard on wasn't something uncommon for him even at his age, but the fact that the urge to push Steve against a wall and just hump him was a thing made it a whole hell of a lot weird. Fuck, it seemed like Tony's rational mind had been thrown completely out the window and all there was room for was want. Steve in his stupid grandpa shirts and slacks reading the newspaper? Tony wanted to ride him. Steve walking by the workshop to drop off a sandwich for him? Wanted him to fuck Tony over the workbench. Steve was--
It was fucking tiring. And yet--
Tony's body wasn't stopping. He finally caved and skipped out on the dinner he said he would meet Steve for in the communal area to slip into the shower and jerk himself off.]
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
[ Tony pressed his forehead to the cool tiles as the hot water washed over him, his hand loose around his cock, working slow.]
ONE MONTH LATER
Somehow, after the first night (morning? day?) of amazing sex, Tony had a hard time resisting the urge to be in physical contact with Steve. Even when he was going through the need to be in his fucking workshop for hours, he found himself wanting the blond. So he had started stealing clothes. Mostly shirts. And, weirdly enough, Tony found that it worked. He didn't know why he needed it, why he felt this need to have Steve around him in some capacity all the time now, but he did and-- well he wasn't too upset about it.
Mostly.
Tony also found that, as the month went on, there were a few things that he started to notice as being... different. You know, aside from his apparent need to have something of Steve's (or Steve himself) around as often as possible. There was the fact that he found himself more in tune with what people weren't saying, like... there was something about interactions that he got now that was never there before. FRIDAY mentioned pheromones, Tony laughed until he cried.
And then there was his actual desire to eat. Don't get him wrong, he always loved food, but now? Now he had to have at least two meals a day or he would get headaches from hell and grumpy and--
Whatever.
And then.... then at almost a full month later the weirdest (worst) new thing hit.
Tony was in a perpetual state of arousal. It was-- well it started off normal enough, waking up with a hard on wasn't something uncommon for him even at his age, but the fact that the urge to push Steve against a wall and just hump him was a thing made it a whole hell of a lot weird. Fuck, it seemed like Tony's rational mind had been thrown completely out the window and all there was room for was want. Steve in his stupid grandpa shirts and slacks reading the newspaper? Tony wanted to ride him. Steve walking by the workshop to drop off a sandwich for him? Wanted him to fuck Tony over the workbench. Steve was--
It was fucking tiring. And yet--
Tony's body wasn't stopping. He finally caved and skipped out on the dinner he said he would meet Steve for in the communal area to slip into the shower and jerk himself off.]
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
[ Tony pressed his forehead to the cool tiles as the hot water washed over him, his hand loose around his cock, working slow.]