>ignoring drama

So... I heard about the once-upon-a-4chan-board existence of hot Steve/Tony where Tony has only had 1 dick boyfriend in the past and then masturbatory porn happens as Tony fucks himself with vibes and gets off on the thoughts of what (twisted things, that he thinks are totes normal) Steve would make him do...

And I am craving this SO HARD, I can't even *flail*. Does anyone on board have links etcetra? (Or feels inspired to write somthing???) *hopefulhopefulhopeful* I will worship like a SLAVE if anyone can linky?

>>84459
Uhh, why is this so dead. Not the author, reposting some hot porny bits from longfic I found, that _kinda_ matches this. It's Steve/Tony with Tony bottoming for the first time with Steve cause all his previous experiences were bad.

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Tony Stark was man enough to admit he was purring, or as close as purring as a human could get. He was lying comfortably on his stomach in his ridiculously big bed, exquisite Egyptian cotton under him, silk cover just above his hips, and he was naked, a gorgeous equally naked blonde giving him one of the top ten massages of his life. He loved Steve’s hands; they worked magic on his body leaving him feeling like putty.

“You are purring,” commented an amused deep voice.

“Am not.” Yeah, well, Tony was man enough to admit it… internally only. He hid his face between the soft pillows and sighed. Big strong hands finished working his shoulders and roamed lower, ten points on his middle back and then exquisite pressure on his muscles eased away any tension on their way down.

After a few minutes of bliss, Steve spoke again in his ‘I’ve made up my mind and I’m not changing it no matter what you say’ voice. “I won’t apologize,” he said, “for thinking myself lucky to have you, nor for having said it out loud back at the Quinjet.”

Tony moaned appreciatively when Steve undid the last stubborn knot to the right of his spine. “I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled into the pillow.

“No, you don’t,” agreed Steve with a hum; he pressed a kiss between Tony’s shoulder blades. “But I’m not giving you up so deal with it.”

Tony laughed a hearty laugh as Steve’s hands wandered to his lower back, stopping at the hem of the silk cover on him.

“Are you sure of this? I don’t really mind if you don’t…” started Steve, hands grabbing the bed cloth but not dislodging it, staying very still.

“Of course I am,” this was something that Steve wanted and Tony could and would give to him. He’d do just about anything for this man; he’d give him anything he asked too if it was within his powers to do so. And he had been actually looking forward to the night’s activities. Admittedly, he’d had bad experiences in the past but he would try once more, for Steve, because he hoped he was the one; that maybe he had been doing it all wrong before and Steve would be the one to show him the right way. The one that could bring him the pleasure he hadn’t been able to get from other partners. “Not that it wasn’t welcomed but I still think the wonderful massage wasn’t necessary,” said Tony with a contented chuckle.

“It was. You were pretty tense since that time at the Quinjet. And you have some minor injuries of which I’m going to know about later in detail whether you tell me the whole story or not,” replied Steve levelly, “I need you the most relaxed you can be if we are going to do this,” a sigh, a kiss to the small of his back, “So if you want to back down—“

“Steve, I want you inside me,” cut in Tony and wriggled his ass to better get his point across. Craning his neck to look back at his partner, he caught the good commander’s sharp inhale and noticed his cock swelling. “You like hearing me say that,” he teased, Steve was already half hard.

Cool air caressed Tony’s butt once the cover had been hastily taken out of the way, those magnificent hands he so much loved kneading him seconds later with open appreciation.

“You are getting tense again,” hot breath against his skin, one finger tracing along his right cleft, a tongue following behind. Anticipation coiled at the pit of Tony’s stomach.

“Relax Tony, I’ll be gentle, it’s going to be okay,” promised Steve in a whisper, his lips following the curve of his left buttock.

Tony let out an indignant huff, he wasn’t a blushing virgin and it was annoying to be treated as one. “You know this isn’t my first time,” he said.

Steve planted a kiss to his left inner thigh before replying. “Yes it is,” his tone firm, words full of confidence, “It’s your first time with me.”

Tony melted. And he might’ve been blushing too but he still was no virgin.

>>84505

Two hands spread open Tony’s legs then a hot wet tongue trailed from his perineum upwards and Tony startled but Steve kept him pinned to the bed.

“You are not doing what I think you are doing, Stev—“ Tony moaned out loud, not finishing his sentence when the tongue circled briefly around his hole, shyly poking in next but not breaching.

“Oh God, oh God, you’re—“ Another moan. Steve had gotten his thumbs between his cheeks and separated them, exposing him, giving himself space to better tease his opening. Pleasure assaulted Tony with each swipe, his arousal spiked wildly with each prod of Steve’s tongue, which grew ever more daring each time nudging deeper.

By the time Steve started to really fuck him with his tongue, Tony was a babbling mess. He had been trying to say something, anything but brain functions shut down completely once a hand grabbed him by the hip urging him on hands and knees, another hand sneaking between his legs to stroke him in time with the invading thrusts. It was too much, he was going to come and he couldn’t even say it, moans and whimpers getting in the way. He was almost there, just a little more, a little more, his abdomen tightened, close, so close, yes yes, yes…

“Not yet”, and it was gone.

“You cruel bastard!” bellowed Tony and to add insult to injury, Steve laughed.

“I see you aren’t completely averse to anal stimulation,” he observed smugly and gave a light slap to the firm meaty globe to his left.

“I’m feeling quite averse to you right now,” quipped Tony, then in a lower voice, embarrassed, he confessed, “I do like it, though. I do enjoy it, at first. It’s just that well, it isn’t very pleasurable when trying to fit in something bigger and later it… it hasn’t gone well for me thereafter,” this last part was said with a defeated sigh.

“Let’s see how we can change that,” said Steve. He bit Tony’s right buttock, hard, suckled the abused skin, let it go and licked the red patch soothingly.

“You are the only partner I’ve ever had that likes leaving hickeys there,” mused Tony, “Ouchie, by the way.”

Oh, sweet splendid Steve, Tony didn’t deserve him at all. He trusted the man, he knew he’d do his absolutely best and then some to not disappoint, to redeem Tony’s past unsavory experiences and give him a nice one. Tony didn’t want to doubt him; he desperately wanted Steve to make him feel good.

Steve kissed his other butt cheek, “I love your ass,” probably meant as a response to the hickey comment, then “I want you on your back,” he commanded in his sexy authoritative voice --that Tony had told him once got him hard every time-- and Tony complied.

Steve laved Tony’s testicles, kissed the base of his member and took a long taste of him from base to tip, then went back to service his scrotum with his mouth. With his thumb, he massaged Tony’s perineum while he reached for the lubricant with his free hand. The thumb left a few seconds and when it came back massaging the sweet spot once again, a slippery finger probed at his entrance. Tony’s breath hitched.

“Shhhh, come on Tony, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay, relax for me,” cooed Steve before engulfing him in wet delicious heat. He bobbed his head up and down and Tony was in so much bliss he didn’t entirely notice the intrusion until the lubed finger started to move inside him.

With a loud pop, Steve freed his mouth, “Everything okay so far?” he asked, his finger curling within Tony lighting up nerves that made him arch wanting more.

“God, yes,”

“Tell me if it hurts, alright? I’ll know if you are lying, Tony, but I’d still like you to tell me when it’s too much.” With this and after a quick nod of agreement from Tony, Steve swallowed him down again, the finger left him and Tony didn’t whimper in protest, because that would be pathetic, he made this sound that suspiciously sounded like one but decidedly wasn’t a whimper. Soon enough the finger came back even more slick and accompanied by another one. This time Tony did notice the breach, felt them slowly burn their way in. He let out a shaky breath, still okay so far. It didn’t feel bad. Definitely a lot better than it usually had felt at this point in similar proceedings before, considering the girth of Steve’s fingers. Of course the mind-numbing blowjob, the hand softly fondling his sack, its thumb pressing and kneading the skin behind, was a huge help.

Steve sucked harder, his fingers thrust faster, deeper, scissoring him and then they found his prostate and, “Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” Tony had been struggling not to, hands clutching the sheets but Steve was too good, humming with gusto and taking more of him each time until he was nose deep in coarse hair. Tony arched and bucked up and Steve let him. He twisted his fingers, one last sharp brush against that special spot and Tony’s vision blurred. He came shouting something that might have or might have not been Steve’s name.

Steve swallowed all he could and let him go to lick him clean, mindful of his oversensitive state; his fingers still wedged deep inside moved slower this time, gently stretching him. Tony quivered every time they grazed his prostate but didn’t protest or move, too dazed and satiated to care. He distantly felt Steve’s fingers leave him and if he weren’t drowning in endorphins he would’ve resented the emptiness.

>>84506

He heard the lubricant’s lid pop open again, heard some wet sounds, some thick-liquid was applied around his hole, a bit more barely inside and next came three slick fingers. He was full, he felt full but didn’t have mind enough to care about the burning stretching sensation this time. It was pretty tolerable.

“That’s good Tony, that’s good. You are so hot, just look at you, so beautiful”.

“Mmm’not a woman.” Apparently, Tony had regained speech or part of it at least. Steve’s lips were on his and he opened his mouth to let him in. It was a lazy, slow, deep kiss. Tony’s arms came around Steve’s neck, slid one hand up to thread calloused fingers in blond soft hair. One of them groaned, Tony wasn’t sure who, and then he felt it, Steve’s hard dick pressing against his thigh. Steve rocked into him, let out a moan and his fingers slipped out and then it was Tony’s turn to moan at the loss.

“On your side. Come on,” instructed the good Captain once he’d ended the kiss with visible reluctance. He stroked Tony’s hipbones before helping him move onto the new position and once done, he spooned behind him. Reaching for the foiled packet, Steve made fast of putting on the condom. Tony could feel his hurried movements behind and with the afterglow already webbing away, suddenly he didn’t know if he was ready yet or not. He didn’t want it to be like the other times; he didn’t want to have an unwelcome memory of Steve. A big hand petted his abdomen, trailed down his navel drawing circles on his skin.

“Calm down.” A sigh, a kiss at the nape of Tony’s neck followed by many more quick smaller ones. Steve pressed himself closer and his cock slid between Tony’s buttocks.

“Incoming!” announced Steve smiling, a pretty bad joke, even for Steve’s standards –and it was soul-wrecking how low those standards were—with the worst of timings too, and Tony snorted, then let out a shaky laugh, “Thought I’d told you not to do that again. You are terrible at it, being funny, I mean,” he said.

However terrible it had been, though, the joke had served its purpose and Tony had relaxed. A bit. Steve’s petting his stomach helped further.

“My bad,” apologized Steve with an unrepentant grin that Tony could feel on the back of his head.

Burning. The expected pain that came with anal penetration, but for once it wasn’t so bad, and it quickly started to recede. It was just the tip. Tony tried to move but strong arms held him in place.

“Stay still, get accustomed to the sensation first,” Steve nibbled Tony’s ear shell, kissed his neck.

So Tony waited. Breathed in and out.

“Ready?” prompted Steve, Tony nodded, and Steve’s cock slid in only an inch or two. He didn’t move for some time, until he was sure Tony was ready for more and moved in another inch.

“Too tight still,” would reply Steve every time Tony urged him to move. Inch by inch and after a few minutes that had seemed like an eternity, Steve was only halfway. He moved in another inch and waited. Tony let out an exasperated groan.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, you’re too slow! C’mon, give it to me! Now!” It didn’t hurt anymore; for a brief moment it had but then it became more of a ‘this doesn’t belong here’ kind of sensation. Usually by this time, Tony would’ve been short of begging his partner to hurry up and finish. Usually by this time, his partner would be deep in him and he’d been in too much in pain to keep on going. He had always been subtle; contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark was as selfless in bed as he was in other areas of his life. He’d always look for his partners to enjoy themselves more than enjoying himself first. It was hard for him to say ‘no’ in bed, much less ‘stop’ when his partner was having a good time. A good time because of him. That’s what Tony liked most about having sex: he could make people feel good, give them the time of their lives.

“I won’t let you let me hurt you Tony,” answered Steve, he moved another inch in and waited.

Tony was desperate. It didn’t hurt and he wanted more. He tried to move again and again Steve’s arms around him stopped the movement. At least this time the wait was shorter. And then shorter, then shorter until Steve was finally flush against his ass.

Finally.

>>84507

“Finally.”

Steve hummed in agreement and didn’t move for a while. When Tony was about to squirm looking for friction, he slid out slowly, applied more lube on whatever little inches he got out, around the hole too, and thrust back in carefully. Tony keened, “Yes!” he shouted.

“How do you feel, is it good?” asked Steve, rocking in and out, always mindful of his movements and Tony’s body reactions to them.

Good? It was great, fantastic. It surprised Tony how good it was. Why couldn’t it have been this good before with his previous partners? Why was Steve different?

Steve’s thrusts were confident but gentle and once he’d found Tony’s prostate, he didn’t miss the sweet spot once.

Tony moaned and babbled and wriggled. Steve licked a line from shoulder to neck and then whispered, not a single hint of doubt in his voice, sure and honest, unwavering in his truthfulness “I love you Tony.”

That was it. Steve loved him. None of the others had ever loved Tony. Not Sunset, not Indries, not Ty, and he and Henry had just been friends finding comfort in each other; the actor had been only trying to help him through his alcoholism the only way Tony had allowed him when too lost in the need for a drink. Maybe if Ru had been into pegging, it would’ve felt good too.

His erection surprised him. He had gotten hard from Steve’s cock in his ass and by the looks of it coming again soon even. Steve took him in hand, swift quick strokes getting him closer to the edge.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” Tony gasped, white knuckled hands clutching the bed sheets. “More, I’m so close, please, oh please, fuck, please”.

Steve’s thrusts grew erratic, his breathing rough on Tony’s neck. “Tell me Tony, p-please, tell me you like it,” his hand moved faster, Tony could feel Steve getting close inside him too.

“L-love it.”

“You are mine.” Faster, deeper, but never rough or careless.

“Yes.” With a twist of Steve’s wrist, Tony was metaphorically punched in the gut by his orgasm. He spilled in Steve’s hand and on the bedclothes, eyes closed. White stained the fine black Egyptian cotton.

Steve rode Tony’s spasms and bit his shoulder when he followed, coming deep inside him.

They basked together in their afterglow, Steve soothing the bite mark on Tony’s skin with his tongue. He let out a contented sigh and admired his work. Sliding carefully out, he then disposed of the condom.

“Steve,” rasped Tony when a thick finger gingerly explored his anus, “I don’t think—“

“Just checking if you are okay,” explained Steve. He gave Tony a quick peck on the jaw and rolled him onto his back, rested his head on his chest.

==========END OF SEX SCENE===========

>>84448
Um, the flouncer was getting rave reviews and boatloads of attention up until one person said something askance, sending the author running off. Everyone, myself included, told them not to let it bother them, to just ignore the insult, cus it was a stupid one.

It was a really good fic, but yeah, it seemed like the author was running out of ideas. Up until the last three posts, things were moving along smartly, but then she/he got stuck in a three post long, machine sex scene. As I said, "I had hoped they would continue to build on the relationship."

So, no, I'm not sorry about calling her/him a drama queen. Everyone was applauding their work, then one person says she/he "clearly doesn't like Tony" and he/she throws a fit and cuts off the story. That is the definition of a drama queen (unless after her/his last post, they were struck by a car and left in coma, in which case, I apologize).

If said person wants to continue, bully. I support people moving on from insults and continuing to do what they want, but until then, drama queen.

That author was almost certainly Gyzym, you know that, right?

Makes sense now. Did she leave the fandom for good yet?

Um i'm 90% sure of the id of the author and about a 10000% sure it wasn't gyzym. Not only had that author been writing their fic for months before gyzym got into fandom, their writing is completely different. Also, the writer flounced not because of any insult to them but because of a general free for all wank where it was discovered that felt tooo hurt to write upon finding that people did not ahree with their interpretation of Tony in the movies - aka they could be said to be on the side of 'gyzym's fic is ooc' if any.

So not only are you an idiot who can't let sleeping wank lie, you're an idiot with overly poor reading comprehension.

Enjoy the fucking dead board.

>>84540
>>84542
>>84543

These are great! Source?

Hey, hey, hey. No drama. Just sex. ;D

>>84581
Yeah, I think you're right. Never thought asking about a fic I liked would get me jumped and called a moron. I'm out. Geez.

>>83957

This fic is cool. Keep it going, to get back on topic.

nope.. pretty sure it was not Gyzym at all.. very different writing.. let's just continue with porn, shall we? >>84561

>>84603

I am _really_ liking the tiny!Tony thing going on. For once instead of Tony kinking on Steve being huger, is there any porn where Steve kinks on Tony being tinier? Porn not fluffs (though fluffs are awesome too!). Just... waaaaaaaaaaaaant.

>>84608

This is relevant to my interests.

>>84608 ME GUSTA. O_O

have some art of relevance.

relevant because steve is the only one cuting him. >_<

Semi relevant to the Steve/Tony tiny/hugee thing except Steve is the tiny one (For some reason the serum fucked up on him or something).

This is from a preview of the upcoming Captain America comic BTW.

>>84659

>>84660

Haha, oh god. Steve looks so cute in that last panel. <3 And Tony looks so into him. :3

Alas, it appears that we're auto-saging! Who want to make a new thread?

Done. New one here:
http://plus4chan.org/b/coq/res/85711.html