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This is so wrong. But it isn’t his fault, if Steve hadn’t put up those damn posters all around the academy, than right now he would probably be talking to Janet like he’s supposed to. Where is he now, you ask?
“ F- fuck ,” Tony gasps clutching the poster between his hand. The other hand a frenzy on his dick. “ Cap .”
So yeah, instead of going to lunch right after class he ran back to the tower to have some ‘alone time’. And by alone time he means masturbating to the picture of Steve, with his stupid smile, on the vote for Cap posters.
“ Steve .” Tony throws his head back and arches at the sensation. The thought of the super soldier bending him over, his own hand on him, touching him.
To be honest, he still can’t believe no else but him is doing this (and if they are- screw you ). Like, does anyone else find everything that Steve Rogers does incredibly hot ? He fantasizes about the soldier 24/7. During class (the reason why ends up in Fury’s office), while sleeping (which is pretty embarrassing, because there’s only so many times you can explain to Jarvis why the sheets are dirty in the first place), while actually talking to Steve (which also is pretty embarrassing , even though it happens rarely), and everywhere else he can think of.
His all time favorite fantasy has to be riding him. His legs spread along Steve’s torso, moving up and down on him until he can’t freaking breathe.
“ Steve, ” Tony gasps again and reaches downwards, prodding at his entrance. He’s never gone that far before, and the thought of Steve being his first one day makes his mouth go dry. “ Please.”
Before he can even register what’s happening, the door of his workshop is thrown open.
“Tony are you-” Steve stops himself midway with a choked groan.
“ Steve .” Tony doesn’t bother stop himself. He’s too close, way too close and if he stops now- “ Touch me please.”
Steve’s eyes widen further and the blush taking over half of his face grows. He expects the soldier to leave or taunt him, but instead he strides over to him slowy and kneels.
Tony swallows down his whimper and spreads his legs. No going back now, if this is the last time he’s ever seeing Steve Rogers again he should at least make it worth.
“Where?” Steve asks, his voice so deep it makes Tony shudder from head to toe. “Where do you want me to touch you, Tony ?”
“ Here ,” Tony breaths. He motions to the hand on his dick and whines. “ Right here.”
Steve doesn’t look convinced. “Here?” He replaces Tony’s hand with his and tugs . “Or here?” His other hand lifts Tony’s bottom slightly and rubs .
“ Yes ,” Tony gasps against his grasp and scrambles for purchase on the blonde's chest. His- his fingers are right there . This is even better than his fantasies.
He looks up in time to see Steve’s eyes darken even further.
“Yeah?” Steve rubs against the skin between his entrance and his balls. His voice is even lower now. “You want me to touch you here, Tony?”
The billionaire flushes deeply at that and ruts against Steve’s hand. Now he’s way too close, right fucking there-
“Come for me, Tony.”
And he does, with a loud, high-pitched moan he’ll never in his life admit. He screams against Steve’s chest and tugs at the blonde's hair as his hips buck forward. He can hear the super soldier groan in response, the sound sending shivers up his spine.
“ Tony .”
“ Steve ,” Tony gasps as his hips twitch forward in aftershock. He sucks in a large intake of air and sighs in relief. He’s about to pull away from the tight embrace when it dawns on him.
He just masturbated with Steve Rogers - the Steve rogers. Captain freaking America. America’s golden boy. Yup, he’s moving to Canada now. Bon voyage America, sorry for having sex with your icon-
“Tony.”
Tony blinks and looks up to find Steve himself looking down at him with a grin. Fuck .
“Uh, yeah?” He asks, his throat tightening at the fondness in the blonde’s eyes. He’ll have to ask Jarvis about that later (when they’re already on the plane to Canada of course).
“Are you okay?” Steve asks. His eyes wander south and Tony follows. Steve’s jeans are streamed in white, while Tony’s legs are red and blotchy, obviously having been held to tight.
Tony feels his cheeks go impossibly red and his dick twitch between his legs. This is so not the time to get hard again.
“I’m fine,” Tony squeaks. He hides his face in his arm and shifts uncomfortably. “Just peachy actually, uh, don’t you think you should change your pants? I kind of ruined them.”
“Yeah, you kind of did,” Steve chuckles. The slight tint to his cheeks let’s Tony know he doesn’t really mind the mess. “But I think we should get you cleaned up first.”
Tony flushes, “W- what ? No other questions, like why the fuck were you masturbating to a picture of me ?!”
And wow, that sounds even worse than he expected.
He tries his best not to swoon at the blonde’s smile. “We can talk later, right now you need to be cleaned up before your mess dries up.”
“I can do that myself,” Tony says as he puts on of his arms on the ground to steady himself. He’s about to stand up when suddenly he’s being scooped up into long, muscled arms.
“But that wouldn’t be much fun, would it?” Steve whispers into his ear. His arms grip at Tony’s back and thighs in a way that shouldn’t even be legal .
“No,” Tony manages to choke out as he tries not to moan. Steve must be on drugs or something, because the last time he checked, America’s icon was not a pervert.
“Exactly,” Steve says and starts walking to the half-destroyed door of Tony’s not so private workshop.
“Seriously, Steve are you sure you don’t want to tal-”
“Be patient.” Steve interrupts him with another squeeze to his thighs.
This time the brunette can’t stop the moan that escapes his throat. He flushes in embarrassment and hides his face in the blonde’s chest. Okay, maybe he should just keep quiet for now. He hears Steve laugh again and buries his face further into the cologne scented shirt. Fuck.
To be even more honest, this is way better than having lunch with Janet. He can gossip to her later.