Steve whined and pleaded for Tony to just take him and mark him already. He needed to feel that connection. He slid one hand through the back of the alpha’s hair, gripping tightly. “Tony… please…” he begged.
The tone and the way Steve fingers felt in his hair made him shiver before he gave in and opened his mouth, teeth digging in until he felt the skin break and tasted blood. A low growl escaped him and his hips stuttered just slightly, pressing as close against Steve as he could. Fire lit in his veins, and he rolled his hips faster, adjusting so that his own bonding gland was exposed.
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