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One thing about Steve Rogers is that he will always make sure Tony gets enough sleep. He thinks — and everyone else seems to agree — that Tony works too much, spends too much time in the workshop, building and repairing suits and tinkering and preparing for what comes next. And while Steve understands it, and sometimes sits there for hours watching Tony work and helping however he can, he also seems to be the only one who can get Tony to stop working.
Last night, he took Tony to bed, pinned him down and straddled his hips and rode his cock until Tony was breathless and shaking and boneless under him. Steve has learned exactly how to get him tired and relaxed enough to sleep, and Tony always seems to sleep well in his arms, which means they usually have sex at night.
But sometimes… Sometimes Tony wakes up before Steve does, and sometimes Tony decides that he's already slept enough, and he wakes Steve up with kisses, with teasing touches, and Steve—
Steve can never get enough of him. Steve will always want more.
This morning when Steve wakes, he's lying on his side with Tony spooning him, and Tony is hard. They're still naked from last night, and Steve moves his hips without thinking, pushing back against Tony's cock.
“Mmm,” Tony says, still sleepy, but his arm tightens around Steve's waist, pulling him closer as he rocks his hips against Steve's ass. “Good morning, Cap.”
Steve smirks. “Looks like it's going to be good, yeah.”
Tony groans, lowering his hand to touch Steve, to wrap his fingers around his half-hard cock, and Steve moans and grabs the half-empty bottle of lube from the nightstand.
Tony takes it from Steve's hand. “Eager, are we?”
Steve can feel Tony smile against his shoulder.
“A little,” Steve says, already starting to feel breathless. God, he wants this. Wants Tony inside him again, wants Tony in any way Tony will have him. He turns just enough to look at Tony. “How do you want me?”
“Just like that, actually, don't move,” Tony says, already pouring lube onto his fingers, and Steve smiles to himself and adjusts the pillow under his head, closing his eyes as he lies comfortably on his side waiting to feel cool, slick fingers against his ass, waiting for Tony to push the tip of a finger into him.
Tony doesn't. Instead, Tony slips a very slick hand between Steve's thighs, fingers sliding against Steve's perineum and the back of his balls, making it all so wet and slippery.
“Tony?” Steve asks. “What are you—”
And then Tony's cock is sliding between his thighs and Steve's question dies in his throat as he gasps for air.
“That's perfect, Cap,” Tony says, putting his arm around him again, wrapping wet lubed fingers around Steve's cock.
“God, Tony,” Steve says, and Tony thrusts into the tight grip of his thighs and strokes his cock at the same time and Steve moans. “Oh— Tony, that's so—”
“I've been wanting to try this for a while,” Tony says, finding a nice, slow pace, moving his hand in time with the thrusts of his hips. “You have very nice thighs, Cap.”
“Oh, I— ah, Tony—” Steve moans again, and he can't decide if he's very turned on by Tony fucking between his thighs, or very disappointed that Tony isn't inside him. Tony's cock rubs against his perineum, pushes against the back of his balls over and over, and it feels so good Steve never wants him to stop but he also needs Tony inside him.
It's heaven, and it's torture, and Steve just wants more and more.
Tony's hand tightens around his cock, just a little, and it's all so wet and slippery and wonderful, and Steve presses his thighs together even tighter and Tony groans behind him.
“Fuck, Steve,” Tony pants against Steve's shoulder, kissing everywhere he can reach, making Steve shudder when his warm breath tickles the back of his neck. Tony's hips move faster, his hand stroking Steve in time with his thrusts, perfectly synchronized with the way his cock slides between Steve's thighs.
“Tony,” Steve gasps, his breath catching in his throat as Tony moves, as Tony runs his thumb over the head of Steve's cock and it feels like he's touching Steve everywhere. “It feels so good, Tony.” He squirms, trying to press his thighs even closer together, grinding down against Tony's cock, and Tony moans with the added pressure.
“I need you inside me,” Steve says, and then moans when he feels Tony's teeth against his shoulder. “Please,” he begs when Tony bites there, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make Steve's cock twitch in his hand, throbbing with need.
Tony hums, the sound vibrating against Steve's shoulder, his lips making their way to the back of Steve's neck again as he mutters against Steve's skin, so close to his ear now. “I want you to come first. Can you do that for me, Cap?”
Steve bites his lip, holding back a whimper, burying his face in the pillow under his head as he moves with Tony. “Yeah—” he says, the sound muffled by the pillow, but he knows Tony can hear him. “Oh, God, Tony, fuck—”
Tony's mouth is on him again, kissing and breathing hot against his skin, covering the back of his neck and shoulders in love bites that will have disappeared by the time they're done, but that drive Steve crazy all the same. Tony loves marking him, and Steve just wishes he could keep those marks a little longer.
“Good,” Tony says, and now he's pumping Steve faster, his grip tighter, just the way Steve likes it, but he's barely moving between Steve's thighs now, like he's holding back, like he's making all of this about Steve. “You feel so good, Cap. So good for me.”
Steve whimpers against the pillow, and he's so close now, so close that all he wants is more, all he needs is for Tony to keep touching him, never stop. “Tony… Tony, please…”
Tony twists his hand, tightening his grip just a little more, and Steve is coming, moaning into the pillow and making a mess on their bed.
“That's it, Cap,” Tony praises, with more soft kisses against Steve's shoulder, his hand still stroking Steve's cock, slower now. “Oh, you're so beautiful.”
Steve shudders in Tony's arms, oversensitive, biting back a whimper as Tony's fingers touch the head of his cock again, just gently now. Then Tony stops, pulling out of the tight grip of Steve's thighs, his hand resting on Steve's hip instead.
Steve turns his head to look at him, still panting. “You now,” he says, because Tony didn't finish. “I wanna see you come too.”
Tony kisses the corner of Steve's lips. “Didn't you say you wanted me inside you?” he asks, reaching for the bottle of lube again.
“I—” Steve says, breathless. “I did, yeah.”
“And how could I say no to you, Cap?” Tony asks, resting a hand on Steve's hip to adjust his position. Steve lets Tony manhandle him, until he's on his stomach, his cock trapped between his body and the bed, still so sensitive, and he shudders and moans when Tony's fingers slide over his ass, wet with lube.
One of Tony's fingers slides into him, just the tip, and Steve bites back a whimper. He's so sensitive now, and he thinks that's exactly what Tony wanted all along, and he thinks Tony must be painfully hard by now. But Tony has always liked taking things slow, taking his time.
Steve buries his face in the pillow again, muffled noises escaping his mouth, his hips rocking against the bed as Tony slides his finger deeper. “Tony— oh, God, Tony, more…”
Tony gives him what he wants, pulling his finger out just to slide two back in, working him open, gently rubbing his prostate, and Steve was already so relaxed after his orgasm that this doesn't take long at all, and when Tony pulls his fingers out, Steve is already rock-hard again.
Then Tony's pushing into him, sliding all the way inside him, stretching him open even more, and Steve loves it, loves the way Tony's body settles on top of his own, the way Tony breathes heavily against the back of Steve's neck as he starts moving, the way Tony kisses every inch of skin he can reach.
“Fuck, Cap, you—” Tony moans against Steve's skin, and he's definitely not holding back now as he thrusts into Steve, fucking him into the mattress. “You feel amazing.”
Steve rocks his hips against the bed, making the sheets wet with pre-come, his moans growing louder, more desperate as Tony hits his prostate with every thrust.
“Tony,” Steve gasps against the pillow. “Harder. Please— ah—” he lets out a broken sob as Tony drives into him harder, as deep as he can go, pounding Steve into the bed and giving him no choice but to rut into the wet spot under him, and Steve is so close now, he's so close even though he just came mere minutes ago, because somehow Tony knows exactly how to touch him, how to fuck him exactly right.
“Want you to come inside me,” Steve says, and Tony's breathing hard against the back of his neck, moaning with every thrust, and Steve knows he's close too. “I want you to fill me up. Please, Tony—”
It's the way Steve moans his name that does it for Tony, maybe, or maybe it's his desperate pleas or the way he clenches around Tony so tight, everything in him clinging to Tony, never wanting to let him go. Tony rests his forehead against Steve's shoulder as he comes with a loud moan, and Steve is right there with him, his hands fisting the sheets as he thrusts against the bed just a few more times before he stills, spilling onto the sheets as Tony's cock pulses inside him.
It's perfect, Tony's weight on top of him, Tony's breath against his skin, Tony's lips kissing his shoulder, it's perfect, it's everything, it's the best feeling in the world, being with Tony like this.
“So,” Tony says, relaxing on top of Steve. “I think we need a shower now.”
“Mmm,” Steve says, his lips curving in a smile. As much as he loves lying here, with Tony still inside him, he thinks that maybe he loves taking showers with Tony even more. “I guess there will be no early morning run for me today.”
“I'm truly sorry for ruining your plans, Cap,” Tony says, smiling against Steve's skin and not sounding sorry at all. “How about I make it up to you?”
Steve laughs. “I believe you just did.”
Tony pulls out of him with a sigh, falling into bed next to Steve and Steve turns around to face him, to wrap his arm around Tony's waist and pull him into his embrace.
“But, you know, if you wanna make it up to me more… I definitely wouldn't say no to that.”
Tony leans in to kiss him softly. “How about tonight, does that sound good to you?” he asks with a smirk against Steve's lips.
Steve laughs. “You know, I think I'm okay with you ruining my plans.”
Tony shrugs. “I know you can't resist me.”
“I really can't,” Steve says, seeking Tony's lips again.
Steve doesn't think he needs to tell Tony that these are his favorite mornings. He thinks that Tony already knows.