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kathierif_ficTitle: A Home
by: kathierif_fic
Fandom: MCU/The Avengers
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating:FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Tony tries to convince Steve to move in, but something goes not quite as planned.
A/Ns: For the pervertibles quare on kink_bingo.
It was crazy, Tony Stark decided, that Steve Rogers - better known as Captain America - was willing to work with him, spend time with him, sleep with him, but he would not move in with him.
Tony had asked him. He had asked more than once, even. He had pointed out that Bruce and Clint and possibly Natasha had taken his offer and had moved into the tower, and he had asked them after he'd asked Steve.
Steve had smiled, kissed him, and had stubbornly refused to give up his tiny apartment.
Tony didn't understand.
He'd tried, he really had, but it hadn't worked. His brain, smart as it was, could not compute Steve Rogers.
It didn't mean that he had given up, and here he was, one fine afternoon, straight from a board meeting and dressed to the nines, standing in front of Steve's door and knocking up a storm.
"Tony," Steve greeted, a surprised smile stretching his lips when he finally opened the door. Tony idly wondered what had taken him so long, considering that the apartment really wasn't that big. "What are you doing here? Come in."
"I'm trying to get a hold of you," Tony explained as he wandered into the main room and curiously looked around.
It wasn't the first time he was here. He knew the layout of Steve's apartment as much as he knew the layout of his workshop or the Stark Industries' offices, and yet, he couldn't help himself. The apartment was clean, the furniture simple, and - Tony couldn't believe his eyes - Steve had been busy doing his laundry, judging by the line spanning the room and the basket with the clean, folded laundry on the couch.
"Really?" he asked, turning around to face Steve, who suddenly was a lot closer, his chest almost brushing against Tony's as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Really," Steve firmly said. "You hungry? I made some pie."
"You are not real," Tony stated, but he couldn't help the way he leaned into the warmth of Steve's body.
Steve laughed. "Get comfortable," he ordered. "I'll get you some. Uh, coffee?"
"You are the man of my dreams," Tony declared and let himself fall down on Steve's couch. It wasn't as comfortable as the one in Tony's penthouse, of course, but then, it had probably cost only a tiny fraction of it.
It was barely big enough to fit Steve when he stretched out, Tony knew, and there were cheerful throw pillows scattered over the cushions. Tony knew that they were cheerful because Steve had told him so. In his opinion, they were simply colorful - red and a pale blue and yellow.
Sighing, he pulled off his suit jacket and tie and placed them over the back of the couch, where they wouldn't get too rumpled, before leaning back and closing his eyes.
"Here," Steve said from behind him, and the delicious aroma of coffee filled Tony's nose.
"You're a hero. My hero," Tony declared as he sat up again and reached for the plate Steve so helpfully placed on the coffee table.
Steve chuckled and moved the laundry basket before sitting down himself. "What brings you here?" he asked, not even waiting for Tony to savor his first bite of pie.
"You know," Tony said and swallowed before waving his fork and almost poking Steve with it, "I had to come back and see what is so special about this place."
"I like it," Steve pointed out. "It's all I need."
"Really?" Tony scrunched up his nose. "Are you certain about that? Because I'm sure that everything you can get here, you can get at the tower, too, and my couch is not lumpy, and if you don't like it, I can replace it, get something different. You can even bring your cheerful pillows, if you want..."
"Tony," Steve patiently interrupted him. "This place has everything I need," he repeated, his hand coming to rest on Tony's knee.
Heat slowly wormed its way up Tony's leg and made him shift slightly, and he hurriedly took another bite of the pie to distract himself from the low buzz of arousal deep in his stomach. "Everything?" he asked.
"Yes." Steve's hand crept half an inch higher. "Do you want me to show it to you...again?"
Tony put the plate down. "Yeah," he murmured, and Steve put his hand on his jaw, pulled him close and kissed him, tracing Tony's teeth with his tongue and chasing the taste of pie and coffee and Tony.
"Bedroom," he murmured as he pulled back. "Why don't you go ahead and wait for me?"
Tony swallowed, his throat moving, and nodded. Steve watched him get to his feet and move toward the bedroom.
"Hey, Tony?" he called after him, amusement tinging his voice and making it sound fond and warm. "Take off your shoes in my house."
"It's not a house, it's a tiny apartment. There's probably rats and cockroaches and mildew everywhere," Tony groused, but he bent down obediently to take off his highly polished shoes. He had, Steve noted, really dressed up for this board meeting, which only underlined how important it had been.
Not that Tony himself hadn't pointed it out, several times, in the weeks and days before.
But now was not the time to worry about Tony's business. Now Steve could worry about something else.
Humming softly to himself, he collected a few things and followed Tony into the bedroom.
He wasn't surprised to see Tony sprawled out on his back like a starfish, taking in as much space on Steve's bed as he possibly could. When he saw Steve, he wriggled his toes in greeting, and Steve dropped the things he'd brought with him on the mattress and crawled closer to kiss him again, his fingers stroking gently through Tony's hair as he did. He could feel Tony's hands settling on his hips, his thumbs brushing under Steve's shirt and slowly working it up his torso until it was tangled around his armpits.
"I want to tie you up," he murmured between kisses and the removal of Tony's shirt. "Want to see you spread out."
Tony swallowed, his throat jumping, his eyes wide, but he didn't protest. Steve traced his fingertips down his chest, skirting around the arc reactor and down the length of his arms until he reached the soft flutter of pulse at Tony's wrists.
"Do you even own handcuffs?" Tony asked him after a long moment of silence.
"No," Steve admitted. "But I have this." He held up two ties - one of them the one Tony had worn when he'd come in, the other one Steve's own.
"Okay?" Tony leaned up on his elbows. He was still flushed, still hard against the zipper of his pants, but there was an edge of uneasiness in him.
"It's okay," Steve murmured, leaning down to kiss him again. "We don't have to, if you don't want."
Tony shook his head. "No, I want to," he hastily assured him. "Just..."
"I'll let you go as soon as you ask for it," Steve promised. "I promise."
Tony thought for a moment, and Steve didn't try to hurry him. Instead, he grabbed one of the ties and brushed the silk across Tony's chest and stomach.
"Yeah, fine," Tony finally murmured, his voice soft and breathless. "Do it."
Steve kissed him again and carefully knotted the ties around Tony's wrists and the headboard of his bed. He left enough room that Tony could slip out of his bonds with some wriggling. He could see that Tony was wary of the bondage, and he wanted to give the other man every chance to learn how to trust Steve.
"Good?" he murmured, and Tony tugged slightly on his bonds before nodding. "Yeah, we're good."
Steve smiled and kissed a path down Tony's chest, taking the time to lick a nipple before following the arch of a rib to the bottom of the arc reactor and working his way down, to the waistband of Tony's pants.
"Can I?" he asked, but Tony only lifted his hips instead of replying verbally. Steve quickly stripped off his pants and underwear and took a minute to free Tony of his socks as well before standing and getting out of his own clothes.
"About time," Tony muttered and lifted his head slightly. The muscles under his skin moved and twitched as he watched Steve grab the lube and crawl back onto the bed. "What's the plan, then?"
"The plan?" Steve replied and opened the bottle with an audible click. "I'm going to make you feel good, you are going to make me feel good, and then, if you want, you can have more pie. Or we go to this great restaurant I've been telling you about, their lasagna is great."
He dribbled some of the clear liquid over his fingers and carefully coated them. Tony pulled up a leg, expecting Steve to settle between them, but Steve simply rose to his knees and reached behind himself.
"God...damnit...Steve," Tony ground out, his eyes wide and unblinking as he watched Steve spreading his legs slightly and push his own fingers into himself, carefully stretching himself. "You're hot," he added breathlessly. "Love seeing you like this, God, Steve, what are you doing to me."
It wasn't a question, and Steve laughed as he moved to straddle Tony's waist. One hand sneaked out and pinched Tony's nipple playfully, and Tony twitched in his bonds, unable to pull away and, if the way he groaned and pushed his hips up were a sign, unwilling to do so.
"You like this, huh?" Steve asked and pinched the other nipple. "You really do."
"I really do," Tony agreed. "Come here, you." He leaned up again, as much as he could, and Steve gently eased his clean hand under the back of his skull and cradled him while they shared a few more kisses.
"Do you want a pillow?" he asked, his lips pressed against Tony's cheek. "So you can watch more comfortably?"
"Mmh," Tony replied, and Steve kissed him again, warm and full of love and happiness, and stood.
"Hey, wait, where are you going?" Tony called after him, but Steve didn't stop to answer. He needed three steps to reach the living room and grab one of the pillows from the couch, and suddenly, he had an idea.
"Steve?" Tony called out from the bedroom, impatient as always, and Steve hurried back, his nerves thrumming with arousal and his dick hard and heavy between his legs.
He gently stuffed the pillow under Tony's head and brushed back his hair before holding up the clothespin he'd plucked off the line in his living room.
"What?" Tony asked, curiosity and arousal making him a little bit twitchy.
"I thought of something," Steve explained and brushed the small contraption of wood and a spring down Tony's chest before rubbing it over a nipple.
"Really?" Tony asked skeptically, but he didn't protest when Steve took the clothespin and attached it to his nipple.
"Come to think of, I want to decorate your entire body with these," Steve said and flickered a nail against the clothespin, making Tony groan. "Maybe get them in different colors. Put them everywhere." He brushed his fingernail down Tony's side, along the inside of his thigh, and then back on the clothespin on his chest.
"Hrngh," Tony replied, his hips thrusting up helplessly.
"That's what I thought," Steve agreed, and moved to straddle Tony again, his ass pressing against the wet tip of Tony's dick teasingly.
He sank down on Tony slowly, carefully, as if it was the first time all over again, and Tony couldn't do anything beyond balling his hands into tight fists and try to keep still, and then, Steve removed the clothespin from his nipple and almost casually pinned it on his other one.
All Tony could do was pant and whimper, and then Steve bent over and licked over his abused nipple, soothing the pain with his tongue and grazing it with his teeth.
"Steve," Tony managed to press out. "Steve..."
What he wanted to say was, move, now, and if you go on like this, it won't last for long, and I love you you crazy son of a gun, but all he could manage was Steve's name, drawn-out and high-pitched.
Steve was a piece of art, moving over him like this, one hand on Tony's shoulder to keep his balance and the other one constantly teasing Tony's nipple, tightening the clothespin slightly, rubbing the skin surrounding it, using his blunt nails to leave lines of fire and arousal on Tony's skin, careful to avoid the area right around the arc reactor, where the skin was scarred and desensitized.
He was perfectly tight and hot around Tony, taking him in effortlessly and setting a rhythm that soon had both of them on the edge.
And then, he ripped the clothespin off and pinched Tony's other nipple at the same time, and Tony's entire body lifted off the bed despite the fact that a heavy super soldier was straddling him, pushing deep and thrusting hard once, twice, three times, and that was it for Tony.
Steve groaned. He was flushed, sweat was covering him. He dropped the clothespin to the sheet and wrapped his hand around his own dick, stroking at an almost desperately fast pace.
Tony could only lie there, pant and watch as Steve's face froze in a grimace, his entire body bowed, and he came hot and slick across Tony's stomach before collapsing half on top of and half next to him.
It was a few more moments until Tony finally could bring up the strength to work his hand free of the make-shift cuff and bring it down to run through Steve's hair. Steve's skin was slick, but he was already starting to cool down, his heart rate slowing and his breathing almost at a normal level.
"That was...different," Tony murmured.
Steve hummed and sat up, to work Tony's other hand free.
"Different but good," Tony decided. He let Steve hold his hand and massage it for a moment, but then he pulled away and wrapped both arms around Steve's neck, holding him close and not caring in the slightest about the mess between them.
Steve clung to him as well for a long moment before he went to clean both of them up with a washcloth.
"Maybe we should take a nap," he murmured, and Tony, already half-asleep, rolled over to make some room for him.
Of course, he came to a stop right on the clothespin, but at that moment, he was too tired, too satisfied, too worn out to care or even notice that it was digging in his hip.
by: kathierif_fic
Fandom: MCU/The Avengers
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating:FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Tony tries to convince Steve to move in, but something goes not quite as planned.
A/Ns: For the pervertibles quare on kink_bingo.
It was crazy, Tony Stark decided, that Steve Rogers - better known as Captain America - was willing to work with him, spend time with him, sleep with him, but he would not move in with him.
Tony had asked him. He had asked more than once, even. He had pointed out that Bruce and Clint and possibly Natasha had taken his offer and had moved into the tower, and he had asked them after he'd asked Steve.
Steve had smiled, kissed him, and had stubbornly refused to give up his tiny apartment.
Tony didn't understand.
He'd tried, he really had, but it hadn't worked. His brain, smart as it was, could not compute Steve Rogers.
It didn't mean that he had given up, and here he was, one fine afternoon, straight from a board meeting and dressed to the nines, standing in front of Steve's door and knocking up a storm.
"Tony," Steve greeted, a surprised smile stretching his lips when he finally opened the door. Tony idly wondered what had taken him so long, considering that the apartment really wasn't that big. "What are you doing here? Come in."
"I'm trying to get a hold of you," Tony explained as he wandered into the main room and curiously looked around.
It wasn't the first time he was here. He knew the layout of Steve's apartment as much as he knew the layout of his workshop or the Stark Industries' offices, and yet, he couldn't help himself. The apartment was clean, the furniture simple, and - Tony couldn't believe his eyes - Steve had been busy doing his laundry, judging by the line spanning the room and the basket with the clean, folded laundry on the couch.
"Really?" he asked, turning around to face Steve, who suddenly was a lot closer, his chest almost brushing against Tony's as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Really," Steve firmly said. "You hungry? I made some pie."
"You are not real," Tony stated, but he couldn't help the way he leaned into the warmth of Steve's body.
Steve laughed. "Get comfortable," he ordered. "I'll get you some. Uh, coffee?"
"You are the man of my dreams," Tony declared and let himself fall down on Steve's couch. It wasn't as comfortable as the one in Tony's penthouse, of course, but then, it had probably cost only a tiny fraction of it.
It was barely big enough to fit Steve when he stretched out, Tony knew, and there were cheerful throw pillows scattered over the cushions. Tony knew that they were cheerful because Steve had told him so. In his opinion, they were simply colorful - red and a pale blue and yellow.
Sighing, he pulled off his suit jacket and tie and placed them over the back of the couch, where they wouldn't get too rumpled, before leaning back and closing his eyes.
"Here," Steve said from behind him, and the delicious aroma of coffee filled Tony's nose.
"You're a hero. My hero," Tony declared as he sat up again and reached for the plate Steve so helpfully placed on the coffee table.
Steve chuckled and moved the laundry basket before sitting down himself. "What brings you here?" he asked, not even waiting for Tony to savor his first bite of pie.
"You know," Tony said and swallowed before waving his fork and almost poking Steve with it, "I had to come back and see what is so special about this place."
"I like it," Steve pointed out. "It's all I need."
"Really?" Tony scrunched up his nose. "Are you certain about that? Because I'm sure that everything you can get here, you can get at the tower, too, and my couch is not lumpy, and if you don't like it, I can replace it, get something different. You can even bring your cheerful pillows, if you want..."
"Tony," Steve patiently interrupted him. "This place has everything I need," he repeated, his hand coming to rest on Tony's knee.
Heat slowly wormed its way up Tony's leg and made him shift slightly, and he hurriedly took another bite of the pie to distract himself from the low buzz of arousal deep in his stomach. "Everything?" he asked.
"Yes." Steve's hand crept half an inch higher. "Do you want me to show it to you...again?"
Tony put the plate down. "Yeah," he murmured, and Steve put his hand on his jaw, pulled him close and kissed him, tracing Tony's teeth with his tongue and chasing the taste of pie and coffee and Tony.
"Bedroom," he murmured as he pulled back. "Why don't you go ahead and wait for me?"
Tony swallowed, his throat moving, and nodded. Steve watched him get to his feet and move toward the bedroom.
"Hey, Tony?" he called after him, amusement tinging his voice and making it sound fond and warm. "Take off your shoes in my house."
"It's not a house, it's a tiny apartment. There's probably rats and cockroaches and mildew everywhere," Tony groused, but he bent down obediently to take off his highly polished shoes. He had, Steve noted, really dressed up for this board meeting, which only underlined how important it had been.
Not that Tony himself hadn't pointed it out, several times, in the weeks and days before.
But now was not the time to worry about Tony's business. Now Steve could worry about something else.
Humming softly to himself, he collected a few things and followed Tony into the bedroom.
He wasn't surprised to see Tony sprawled out on his back like a starfish, taking in as much space on Steve's bed as he possibly could. When he saw Steve, he wriggled his toes in greeting, and Steve dropped the things he'd brought with him on the mattress and crawled closer to kiss him again, his fingers stroking gently through Tony's hair as he did. He could feel Tony's hands settling on his hips, his thumbs brushing under Steve's shirt and slowly working it up his torso until it was tangled around his armpits.
"I want to tie you up," he murmured between kisses and the removal of Tony's shirt. "Want to see you spread out."
Tony swallowed, his throat jumping, his eyes wide, but he didn't protest. Steve traced his fingertips down his chest, skirting around the arc reactor and down the length of his arms until he reached the soft flutter of pulse at Tony's wrists.
"Do you even own handcuffs?" Tony asked him after a long moment of silence.
"No," Steve admitted. "But I have this." He held up two ties - one of them the one Tony had worn when he'd come in, the other one Steve's own.
"Okay?" Tony leaned up on his elbows. He was still flushed, still hard against the zipper of his pants, but there was an edge of uneasiness in him.
"It's okay," Steve murmured, leaning down to kiss him again. "We don't have to, if you don't want."
Tony shook his head. "No, I want to," he hastily assured him. "Just..."
"I'll let you go as soon as you ask for it," Steve promised. "I promise."
Tony thought for a moment, and Steve didn't try to hurry him. Instead, he grabbed one of the ties and brushed the silk across Tony's chest and stomach.
"Yeah, fine," Tony finally murmured, his voice soft and breathless. "Do it."
Steve kissed him again and carefully knotted the ties around Tony's wrists and the headboard of his bed. He left enough room that Tony could slip out of his bonds with some wriggling. He could see that Tony was wary of the bondage, and he wanted to give the other man every chance to learn how to trust Steve.
"Good?" he murmured, and Tony tugged slightly on his bonds before nodding. "Yeah, we're good."
Steve smiled and kissed a path down Tony's chest, taking the time to lick a nipple before following the arch of a rib to the bottom of the arc reactor and working his way down, to the waistband of Tony's pants.
"Can I?" he asked, but Tony only lifted his hips instead of replying verbally. Steve quickly stripped off his pants and underwear and took a minute to free Tony of his socks as well before standing and getting out of his own clothes.
"About time," Tony muttered and lifted his head slightly. The muscles under his skin moved and twitched as he watched Steve grab the lube and crawl back onto the bed. "What's the plan, then?"
"The plan?" Steve replied and opened the bottle with an audible click. "I'm going to make you feel good, you are going to make me feel good, and then, if you want, you can have more pie. Or we go to this great restaurant I've been telling you about, their lasagna is great."
He dribbled some of the clear liquid over his fingers and carefully coated them. Tony pulled up a leg, expecting Steve to settle between them, but Steve simply rose to his knees and reached behind himself.
"God...damnit...Steve," Tony ground out, his eyes wide and unblinking as he watched Steve spreading his legs slightly and push his own fingers into himself, carefully stretching himself. "You're hot," he added breathlessly. "Love seeing you like this, God, Steve, what are you doing to me."
It wasn't a question, and Steve laughed as he moved to straddle Tony's waist. One hand sneaked out and pinched Tony's nipple playfully, and Tony twitched in his bonds, unable to pull away and, if the way he groaned and pushed his hips up were a sign, unwilling to do so.
"You like this, huh?" Steve asked and pinched the other nipple. "You really do."
"I really do," Tony agreed. "Come here, you." He leaned up again, as much as he could, and Steve gently eased his clean hand under the back of his skull and cradled him while they shared a few more kisses.
"Do you want a pillow?" he asked, his lips pressed against Tony's cheek. "So you can watch more comfortably?"
"Mmh," Tony replied, and Steve kissed him again, warm and full of love and happiness, and stood.
"Hey, wait, where are you going?" Tony called after him, but Steve didn't stop to answer. He needed three steps to reach the living room and grab one of the pillows from the couch, and suddenly, he had an idea.
"Steve?" Tony called out from the bedroom, impatient as always, and Steve hurried back, his nerves thrumming with arousal and his dick hard and heavy between his legs.
He gently stuffed the pillow under Tony's head and brushed back his hair before holding up the clothespin he'd plucked off the line in his living room.
"What?" Tony asked, curiosity and arousal making him a little bit twitchy.
"I thought of something," Steve explained and brushed the small contraption of wood and a spring down Tony's chest before rubbing it over a nipple.
"Really?" Tony asked skeptically, but he didn't protest when Steve took the clothespin and attached it to his nipple.
"Come to think of, I want to decorate your entire body with these," Steve said and flickered a nail against the clothespin, making Tony groan. "Maybe get them in different colors. Put them everywhere." He brushed his fingernail down Tony's side, along the inside of his thigh, and then back on the clothespin on his chest.
"Hrngh," Tony replied, his hips thrusting up helplessly.
"That's what I thought," Steve agreed, and moved to straddle Tony again, his ass pressing against the wet tip of Tony's dick teasingly.
He sank down on Tony slowly, carefully, as if it was the first time all over again, and Tony couldn't do anything beyond balling his hands into tight fists and try to keep still, and then, Steve removed the clothespin from his nipple and almost casually pinned it on his other one.
All Tony could do was pant and whimper, and then Steve bent over and licked over his abused nipple, soothing the pain with his tongue and grazing it with his teeth.
"Steve," Tony managed to press out. "Steve..."
What he wanted to say was, move, now, and if you go on like this, it won't last for long, and I love you you crazy son of a gun, but all he could manage was Steve's name, drawn-out and high-pitched.
Steve was a piece of art, moving over him like this, one hand on Tony's shoulder to keep his balance and the other one constantly teasing Tony's nipple, tightening the clothespin slightly, rubbing the skin surrounding it, using his blunt nails to leave lines of fire and arousal on Tony's skin, careful to avoid the area right around the arc reactor, where the skin was scarred and desensitized.
He was perfectly tight and hot around Tony, taking him in effortlessly and setting a rhythm that soon had both of them on the edge.
And then, he ripped the clothespin off and pinched Tony's other nipple at the same time, and Tony's entire body lifted off the bed despite the fact that a heavy super soldier was straddling him, pushing deep and thrusting hard once, twice, three times, and that was it for Tony.
Steve groaned. He was flushed, sweat was covering him. He dropped the clothespin to the sheet and wrapped his hand around his own dick, stroking at an almost desperately fast pace.
Tony could only lie there, pant and watch as Steve's face froze in a grimace, his entire body bowed, and he came hot and slick across Tony's stomach before collapsing half on top of and half next to him.
It was a few more moments until Tony finally could bring up the strength to work his hand free of the make-shift cuff and bring it down to run through Steve's hair. Steve's skin was slick, but he was already starting to cool down, his heart rate slowing and his breathing almost at a normal level.
"That was...different," Tony murmured.
Steve hummed and sat up, to work Tony's other hand free.
"Different but good," Tony decided. He let Steve hold his hand and massage it for a moment, but then he pulled away and wrapped both arms around Steve's neck, holding him close and not caring in the slightest about the mess between them.
Steve clung to him as well for a long moment before he went to clean both of them up with a washcloth.
"Maybe we should take a nap," he murmured, and Tony, already half-asleep, rolled over to make some room for him.
Of course, he came to a stop right on the clothespin, but at that moment, he was too tired, too satisfied, too worn out to care or even notice that it was digging in his hip.