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He hadn’t even initiated it. Not the first time, anyway.
You had been perched on his lap, his fingers tight in your hair. Sharp pulls of pain as he lost himself in the kiss. He was always so rough with his kisses. Biting and nipping. Tilting your head to the side like your purpose was to merely accommodate him, like a doll. Curling his tongue against yours and tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth when he needed a moment to breathe. His eyes were always wild in those moments, so dark it was hard to distinguish between anger and lust.
Tony had always liked to be in control - brazenly so. He liked to push you around, use your body as he pleased. Hold you down and play with your reactions until you lost all composure. That had always been his goal; to watch your mask fall away. To turn you into a vulnerable mess.
You thought that was how it would always be - not that you had any complaints. It was a rush to hand over your trust so completely. To have it tested and pushed when his hand wrapped around your neck. When the pain would press against the line of too much. He had never hinted that he wanted you to fight back. Had never goaded or taunted. He would cool you down with soft kisses afterwards, lick at your raw cunt so gently and softly, whisper his praises into your flushed skin.
So that first time it happened, well… it was almost jarring, it was so new.
He had been hurriedly unbuttoning your shirt, fingers focused on your front as your silky skin came into view. You were straddling his thighs as he sat back on the couch, the movie you had been watching long forgotten. You had sunk your teeth into his neck, not giving a second though as you bit hard into his hot skin, caught up in the moment of rush. The taste of salt and smell of expensive cologne.
And just like that. His whole body had sagged.
Neck tilted painfully to the side in submission, exposing his jugular with a peaceful close of his eyes. His hands had loosened on your front. Mouth parted as he gasped softly.
It hadn’t been discussed afterwards, not that you’d expected him to talk about it. Tony was a more show don’t tell communicator. But you’d figured it out fairly quickly. It wasn’t just the biting.
“Look at you.” Your voice was part tease, part awestruck as he held his arms against the mattress over his head just like you’d asked. Lean muscle pulling taught near his armpits. “So good for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
His eyelids blinked heavily, gaze focused on your face as you ran your fingertips over his skin, dragging your touch down from his jaw to his pulse point. You let your palm settle over his throat, thumb pressing down firmly. He always turned so quiet: not even the faintest sound of pleasure sounded from his blushed lips. It was an impossible contrast to the chatty, snarky Tony that he usually was. This Tony was soft, patient, calm.
“You love this, don’t you?” You cooed as you tightened your hand, pushing upwards incrementally towards his chin, making it a bit more difficult for him to draw in his next breath.
His lips parted, eyes floating to the ceiling as he processed the new feeling. His inhale was a shaky struggle, the faintest whistle of desperation.
Fuck, it was overwhelming how beautiful he was like this, without the walls of wit and sarcasm. So raw. Unguarded.
You waited a few moments before easing the pressure on his throat, delighting in the hazy look in his eyes as you did. “You’re so lovely.” The praise never stopped when you had him like this. How could it? The rush of affection for the man was all consuming. It was so rare for him to allow himself to be vulnerable. You had to assure him of how wonderful he was, trusting you enough to take care of him.
You pushed yourself up onto your knees and reached behind for his cock. You felt where he had leaked onto his belly with the teasing as you blindly found him with your fingers. So hot and heavy in your hand. So needy.
His eyes closed momentarily before opening to roll upwards to the ceiling again, overwhelmed at the contact. You hummed, smiling softly as you guided the head of his cock to your pussy, rubbing it across your wet lips. The glide was so slick that it surprised you. You always forgot about your own arousal when he was like this. It was difficult to focus on anything more than the sight in front of you.
“So wet for you, baby. Feel that?”
His arms twitched next to his ears, tensing when you shallowly dipped your cunt onto the tip of his dick. He swallowed heavily, restraint clear on his features. Trying not to push up into you.
“Good boy.” You sighed, pulling yourself back off and on again, slowly fucking over the tip of his cock. “You’re so patient.” His eyes turned more wild the longer that you teased, his inky iris’ locking on yours. He was close to snapping back out of it.
A reminder, then.
You stilled, keeping his cock just inside your pussy as you reached to his side with your free hand. You pinched sharply, the sensitive skin there blooming a soft red and making him jolt. The wild glint in his eyes settled like you’d doused him with cool water.
“That’s it.” You breathed, smirking at the way his shoulders relaxed. So responsive.
He deserved a reprieve for that. You guided yourself further down onto his cock, taking him in painfully slow. The quiet sound that left your lips when you filled yourself all the way up to the hilt couldn’t be held in. He was so thick and hot inside of you, meeting a need you couldn’t explain.
“Feel so good. Always.” Your voice was shaky when you spoke, your composure slipping at the intensity of being filled. Your own pleasure had been brought to the forefront of your attention for the first time.
You circled your hips, letting yourself adjust. Tony was watching you, his eyes searching your face lazily. His jaw tight, teeth clenched together. “Does that feel good?” The sound of your own voice was getting boring. You wanted something more from him. You wanted to hear how affected he was.
He grumbled out a soft noise, hands balling into fists above his head, eyes still on yours. He was coiled like a spring, ready to pop. On edge and tense. Sweat gathered like condensation on his forehead, dampening the strands of hair that rested there.
You began to move steadily, leaning over his body as you moved up and down his cock, planting your hands on the mattress on either side of him. You bit down onto his peck, cutting your teeth into the skin next to his nipple. He shivered.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart. Talk to me.”
His hips were jittering in the effort to keep himself still. You plunged yourself down onto him hard, grunting when his cock hit you deep.
He looked so cut open. Raw and messy. Desperation bloomed his cheeks blotchy pink. “S’good.” He groaned through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut. He wanted to snap his hips up, wanted to fuck into the heat of your cunt. You wanted that too, honestly, but forcing him to be patient was making you so wet.
You wrapped your hand around his neck as you found a harsher rhythm, the pressure against his throat tightening each time you fucked yourself down. His lips parted, gasping out a soft and strangled moan.
It was getting too much, too hard to keep your composure. The way he pleasantly stretched you out, slid against all those delicious parts inside. You couldn’t get enough leverage, couldn’t fuck yourself down hard enough. Your movements turned desperate, your hand tightening on his neck while the other clawed at his chest, scratching.
His eyes remained closed, mouth parted in desperate little pants as he forced himself to stay still, to take what you were giving him.
“Fuck-“ you gasped, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs loud in the quiet room. “Tony, fuck me. C’mon-“
He didn’t need to be told twice. He bucked up into you as you came down, forcing a loud cry from your throat. The feeling punched you deep, hit something inside that made you tighten around him.
“That’s it baby, good boy..” you groaned, barely taking note of his calloused hands gripping your hips until they pulled you down onto him, forceful.
He came before you did, deep enough that you felt his cock twitch as he pulled you into his chest, fucking up into you in sporadic bursts and shivers. You moaned out against his feverish skin, sinking fingernails into his shoulders.
It was a long few moments of agony while he regathered himself, lazily slipping out of you while he held you close.
You squirmed on top of him, shakily pushing yourself up and rolling to the side, clenching your thighs together because you were so close, right there on the edge. You focused on the blanket underneath your back. Cool, soothing against your flushed skin.
Tony peeked over at you, eyes still hazy but soaking with something darker. As slow as a sunrise, a smirk pulled across his lips.
Walls up, attitude on.
“You alright, squirmy?” He chuckled, rolling onto his side and reaching out to smooth a hand over your bare hip. His fingers were firm against your skin. He sat up and pulled, tugging your hips across the bed and closer to his body.
He watched your face as he dipped his fingers into your cunt, so wet with your arousal mixed in with his own release. You didn’t spare a thought to how dirty he was being, already shivering with pleasure as his fingers curled.
That smirk. It would be the death of you. So infuriately sexy.
He played with you, not really building a rhythm or trying to bring you closer to release, just touching and feeling. Eyes intent on your reactions to the different ways he touched you. Face delighted at the way you squirmed around his fingers.
You jolted when he brushed his thumb over your clit, so charged and sensitive.
“Ooh..” he chuckled, eyes sparkling.
It was a lot; being teased and mocked when you had recently been so in control. Being played with like a toy.
You liked it though. Liked the push and pull of power. Liked the way Tony was so casually fingering you, leaning his weight back on his other palm pressed flat to the bed, eyes sparkling like he was being funny. Cocky bastard.
You wriggled your hips, trying to coerce his touch deeper, harder. Fuck, you needed something more consistent or else you’d float along the edge of your high for god knows how long. He liked to drag things out.
“Tony, come on.” You mewled, reaching down to grab his wrist, willing him to do it properly.
Finally relenting, he picked up the pace, fucking his fingers into your cunt. Wet sounds filled the room, vulgar and making your cheeks flush. Tony cooed, dropping to his elbow and leaning over your face, pressing a kiss beside your gasping mouth. The humour in his eyes forced you to blush further, your thighs quivering as you reached your peak.
He fucking laughed, smug when you gushed over his fingers. He rhythmically wiggled the fingers inside of you, stretching out the feeling.
“Feel better?” He teased, pulling out the digits and lazily stroking at your sensitive cunt, forcing twitches and spasms.
You spread your legs despite your glare, licking at your parched lips. “You’re an asshole.”
He laughed, closing his mouth over yours as he sunk his fingers in again.