While Steve has never been one for control outside of the field, Tony has been. Maybe it's something he inherited from his father, or maybe it just worked out that way due to his upbringing, but control is something extremely important to him. Generally he's the one that sets the tone, the one that guides things, the one that refuses to comply to people's timelines or orders.
There are two people in his life that have managed to give up control willingly, though, and without regret. Pepper was the first, and Steve was the second. After Siberia, Tony hated himself for it because it made that wound even deeper and harder to close, it felt like he was hemorrhaging rather than being able to just move on. But here, now, after everything they've been through and after the steps they have taken in their relationship... Tony has willingly given control again. This isn't the first time and he already knows it won't be the last.
Hell, he doesn't want this to be the last time. With the way things are moving, and the way that Steve is making him feel, Tony wants more than anything for Steve to take charge. He loves those moments when Steve loses control of his strength, especially when his hands are suddenly at his hips, whenever he holds in too tightly to him or presses too hard. It makes his own grip on him to tighten as his whole body vibrates with pleasure, as if trying to silently beg him to keep doing it. Do it again. Do it rougher. Please, Steve. I'm yours. I'm yours.
And he is. If he hadn't realized that yet, this sure as hell makes it very clear. Every ragged breath Steve draws out of him, every breathless moan that escapes from his throat, it's a confirmation, a promise, and as his whole body is bursting with pleasure, he doesn't care that he has lost that sense of control. If anything, he loves it. He loves that Steve has the ability to make him come undone like this; he loves that he took charge and has managed to make him reach this spot where he feels like his whole body is floating.
He loves him, and as he turns to look at Steve, that love is obvious in his eyes. Which is probably a good thing, because he can't speak just yet.
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There are two people in his life that have managed to give up control willingly, though, and without regret. Pepper was the first, and Steve was the second. After Siberia, Tony hated himself for it because it made that wound even deeper and harder to close, it felt like he was hemorrhaging rather than being able to just move on. But here, now, after everything they've been through and after the steps they have taken in their relationship... Tony has willingly given control again. This isn't the first time and he already knows it won't be the last.
Hell, he doesn't want this to be the last time. With the way things are moving, and the way that Steve is making him feel, Tony wants more than anything for Steve to take charge. He loves those moments when Steve loses control of his strength, especially when his hands are suddenly at his hips, whenever he holds in too tightly to him or presses too hard. It makes his own grip on him to tighten as his whole body vibrates with pleasure, as if trying to silently beg him to keep doing it. Do it again. Do it rougher. Please, Steve. I'm yours. I'm yours.
And he is. If he hadn't realized that yet, this sure as hell makes it very clear. Every ragged breath Steve draws out of him, every breathless moan that escapes from his throat, it's a confirmation, a promise, and as his whole body is bursting with pleasure, he doesn't care that he has lost that sense of control. If anything, he loves it. He loves that Steve has the ability to make him come undone like this; he loves that he took charge and has managed to make him reach this spot where he feels like his whole body is floating.
He loves him, and as he turns to look at Steve, that love is obvious in his eyes. Which is probably a good thing, because he can't speak just yet.