[ There was a part of Tony that was totally blaming the constant closeness between the two of them for his predicament right now. Somehow, this was Steve's fault. And, while his brain couldn't exactly figure out how it was the blonds fault, he knew that it was.
As for now, he was a little bit too wrapped up in letting the hot water relax the muscles of his back and the slow constant build of warm, electric pleasure that his hand on his cock was providing him. He wasn't moving too fast, his grip not too tight because, if he was going to fucking jerk off he was going to make it worth his time. Honestly, Tony hadn't done this in a really long time, there was always a willing body around and-- well he could ask Steve, but he fucking needed it now, and he wasn't sure how to vocalize that without just pinning him down and humping him like some kind of--]
Fuck. Fucking wolves.
[ Tony hissed, his grip tightening as he, for a brief moment, figured out what the fuck was going on.
Of course, then he almost falls over because Steve is sticking his head into the shower and mother fucking fuck. Tony spins, presses himself back against the shower wall, eyes wide as he looks at Steve who-- is taking his clothes off.
Fuck.
Groaning, Tony tips his head back a little and complies with the request. He spreads his legs a little farther apart, pushes his hips away from the wall, and strokes himself, bottom lip caught between his teeth.]
This is... fuck. All your fault, you jerk. [ Not that he sounds all that upset by it, not when there is that added thrill of eyes on him, of Steve's eyes on him. No, now Tony is starting to get that lovely live wire beneath his skin sensation, his eyes trying to catch Steve's.]
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As for now, he was a little bit too wrapped up in letting the hot water relax the muscles of his back and the slow constant build of warm, electric pleasure that his hand on his cock was providing him. He wasn't moving too fast, his grip not too tight because, if he was going to fucking jerk off he was going to make it worth his time. Honestly, Tony hadn't done this in a really long time, there was always a willing body around and-- well he could ask Steve, but he fucking needed it now, and he wasn't sure how to vocalize that without just pinning him down and humping him like some kind of--]
Fuck. Fucking wolves.
[ Tony hissed, his grip tightening as he, for a brief moment, figured out what the fuck was going on.
Of course, then he almost falls over because Steve is sticking his head into the shower and mother fucking fuck. Tony spins, presses himself back against the shower wall, eyes wide as he looks at Steve who-- is taking his clothes off.
Fuck.
Groaning, Tony tips his head back a little and complies with the request. He spreads his legs a little farther apart, pushes his hips away from the wall, and strokes himself, bottom lip caught between his teeth.]
This is... fuck. All your fault, you jerk. [ Not that he sounds all that upset by it, not when there is that added thrill of eyes on him, of Steve's eyes on him. No, now Tony is starting to get that lovely live wire beneath his skin sensation, his eyes trying to catch Steve's.]