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Comics Steve/Tony: 616, 1872

Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters:

- Kirk/Spock (TOS but AOS is cool too)
- Dean/Cas

Likes:

- getting together

- scifi tropes like body swapping, time travel, multiverse shenanigans, amnesia, presumed dead, identity porn, telepathy, robots and AIs

- favorite shippy tropes include fake relationships, not actually unrequited love, sex pollen or fuck or die (dubcon and noncon welcome), enemies to lovers (or friends to enemies to lovers), betrayal and forgiveness

- plot

- canon-based stories

- happy endings

Dislikes: Pregnancy, mpreg, a/b/o, kidfic, infants, animal harm, Nazi imagery, scat, permanent character death, not generally into AUs where the era is different and people with magic or superpowers don't have them anymore, fluff without plot


Non-fandom related requests/anything else?:

- I'd prefer not to get Christmas greetings.

- I love dogs, especially sled dogs, and appreciate any and all pictures of them

- Other favorite animals to look at include manatees, whales, octopuses, spiders, otters, bears, hedgehogs, elephants, pigs, bison, crows, bats, moose, and sloths. Definitely more that I'm forgetting. Also pretty much any animal with antlers, horns, or tusks, and all canines.

- Recs for fantasy (or scifi) books starring Jewish characters, preferably with Jewishness playing a role in the plot.

- Recs for plotty scifi and/or fantasy novels with elaborate, meticulous world-building. Especially duologies/trilogies/series! My best examples are the Scholomance trilogy by Naomi Novik and Teixcalaan series by Arkady Martine.

(For examples of the opposite, I consider The Locked Tomb series to have elaborate but not meticulous world-building, and I’d say A House Between Earth and the Moon has meticulous but not elaborate world-building and isn’t very plotty.)

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[lomku]

PART TWO

(Edit: both part one and two are on ao3 in the stockings collection now)

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Steve was lying face up on the tatami mats, body singing from the wrestling session they just had. Tony was hugging him close, keeping his arms straight along his torso. Steve was completely immobilised, crushed into the mats by Tony’s weight on top of him. It was exactly what he asked for.
Steve floated for a little while, high on the feeling of being restrained, enveloped on all fronts by a warm body. He loved it. Loved being held. Loved the feeling of the bruises settling under his skin. A mark of Tony’s love for him, of his devotion. Those marks were Steve’s. Each one of them, he’d chosen for them to be on his skin. He pretended, just for now, that this was his own body, and this was him reclaiming it, painting it with scratches and bruises to his own desires, bruises that would stay, on this body.
Above him, Tony was breathing deeply. His breaths were measured, a little fast, like they always were when he slipped into submission. Focused on his task, a body ready to be put to use. He was silent. Steve never told him to stay silent, but when Tony’s mind stilled, his voice mostly did, too.
It was heady, to be the source of that stillness. Steve could look into Tony’s eyes and know that he was fully, one hundred per cent, in the moment. He lived for Steve, and Steve lived for him.
He squirmed, just to feel his muscles burn against the hold. He couldn’t get loose. He luxuriated in it.
Tony’d been holding him immobile for almost fifteen minutes, now.
“That’s good, Tony. Turn me on my stomach and hold my hands behind my back.”
Tony complied, eager, perfect. He took the initiative of lying on top of Steve, completely covering him again. It was exactly what Steve needed. The added strain of his shoulders being held back added the little zest of pain that he was missing. Tony was such a good, perfect sub. Steve told him so. Tony’s breathing went even heavier, his fingers trembling ever so slightly on Steve’s wrists. He was hard against Steve, his hips carefully still. Steve knew how sensitive his body was. It was a testament to Tony’s self-control that he wasn’t moving, especially in Steve’s body. Actually, Steve shouldn’t be surprised. Tony always prided himself on his control, of his mind being stronger than his body. In battles, it led to the regrettable consequence of Tony shouldering through dangerous wounds and fighting past the point of exhaustion. His self-control was far more enjoyable in bed. Steve had never had a partner with such good stamina, and Tony could be relentless when he decided to. Those nights tended to end with Steve a pleading, writhing, oversensitive mess. He loved it. But tonight, Steve was using Tony’s rigid physical control for his own enjoyment, shaping and directing Tony to be his perfect human prison.
Steve opened his legs a little, let Tony’s dick nestle snugly between his asscheeks. He tightened his glutes and smiled into the mats when Tony’s breath hitched.
“Rut against me.”
Tony stayed still for a beat, holding his breath, and then he started moving, slowly at first but more and more insistently when Steve made encouraging sounds.
He was chasing his orgasm now, humping Steve so forcefully that Steve slid against the mat with every thrust, his breath punched out of him when Tony used his grip on Steve’s wrists as leverage. Soon, Steve was as out of breath as Tony, and well on his way to full hardness. His wrists ached deliciously, and the burn on his cheek and temple was the perfect counterpoint to the heat in his groin.
He waited until Tony’s hips were stuttering, then struggled in earnest. Tony instinctively tightened his hold on Steve, a confused grunt landing in Steve’s ears. Steve tried again, lifting his torso as much as he could, wriggling and straining against Tony, who forgot to reach for his pleasure in favour of restraining Steve. He managed, easily, of course, but the result was what Steve wanted: Tony wasn’t on the edge anymore. Steve panted a little, let the exertion settle into his muscles, and spoke. It was time for the next part of the evening.
“Well done. You held me, just like I asked you to. Now, pick me up and walk me to the window.”
The apartment was dark and high enough that no one would see them, and on top of that, the windows were tinted. But the idea of being fucked against the window, for everyone to see, was enough to get Steve hot. Above him, Tony whimpered in agreement, bless his exhibitionist heart.
“You’re killing me, Steve.”
Steve didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he arched up against Tony, dragging his ass against Tony’s hardness, and clicked his tongue.
“Now, Tony.”
Tony obliged. Steve’s shoulders screamed as he was pulled upright and shoved into the nearest window. Tony was on him in a moment, insistent, big, and so, so strong.
Steve strained against him, just to feel his breath rush out of his lungs when Tony crushed him harder. The cool surface of the glass was quickly fogging up with their breaths, a mark that would stay there until someone cleaned it.
“Hump me ‘til you come, sweetheart.”
Tony’s hips stuttered. He picked up his rhythm again, a little more awkward with both of them standing up, but even stronger. His whole body undulated against Steve, trapping him with thrusts that he felt rattling through his bones. Tony was pushing him up on his toes with every thrust, driving home the strength difference. Steve rested his over-hot cheek against the glass, sliding against it, a thrall to Tony’s rhythm.
He made Tony shift his grip on Steve’s wrists, gathering his hands above his head and holding them in one hand. Tomorrow, the bruises would be angry purple and red rings around his wrists. Tonight, the exquisite ache only pushed Steve higher.
Steve swallowed, tried to stop panting long enough to speak, and opened his mouth again.
“Does it feel good, Tony? Feeling the strength in your body, knowing that you can hold me down and take me however you want?”
Tony just panted in his ear, his breathing wet.
“You’re doing everything I want. You’re being so good, taking care of me like I tell you to. Using my own body against me. Just like I want it.”
Tony licked a wet stripe against Steve’s neck in response. His hips had lost their steady rhythm, but he was holding on. Even down like this, even though he had the permission to come, Tony was holding back. A deep ingrained training of orgasm denial, or showing off his stamina, who knew. Steve liked the challenge of making him lose control regardless.
He brought out the big guns.
“When you’re done, you’ll take off our clothes. I’ll let you wipe off your mess on my body. Make me wet and sticky with it.”
Steve was glad that he was already so flushed that his blush wasn’t visible. Explicit dirty talk wasn’t easy for him, but the results with Tony were always worth it. He continued, gasping: “After, you’ll lift me up by my thighs and lick everything off me. You’re going to hold me with my back against the window and rim me until your tongue is sore. Do you understand?”
Tony whined against him, a high, needy sound, hips thrusting erratically.
“Do you understand, Tony?”
“Yes, Steve.”
It sounded like yes, sir.
“And when I’m ready, when I’ve had enough, I’ll wrap my legs around you, lube you up, and sink on your cock. You’re going to fuck me with my own cock, take me right here. We’re going to use all your strength tonight, baby. Just for me. It’s gonna feel so good for you too. You’re sensitive, I know. It must be overwhelming for you, honey, to feel so much.”
Tony nodded against Steve’s neck, huffing out wet breaths. He was trembling all over now, desperate, on the edge. His big borrowed body, at Steve’s mercy, an extension of Steve’s will.
Tomorrow, they would have their bodies again, and they wouldn’t have to navigate being in someone else’s skin. They’d be themselves again. But here and now, they were using the bodies to feel good and to play in a way they usually couldn’t.
Steve rolled back against Tony, breathless and dizzy with it, with the power, with the pain.
“Fuck me, Tony, make me yours, fuck yourself and impale me on super-soldier cock. I’ll be dripping with you when the night is over. Gonna mark me inside and out, yeah.”
Tony bit down on the joint between Steve’s shoulder and neck and came, sagging against Steve. Steve curled his fingers in and breathed through the compression of his ribcage, glowing with the anticipation of what was to come, content in Tony’s crushing hold.



END