Steve leaned against him, sipping quietly at his own tea for a few moments before he spoke. “I guess I thought all of this would stop after a while, you know? I.. I don’t understand why I’m still having these nightmares. I talk to Sam regularly… it should be helping so… why does it feel like it’s not?”
Tony was quiet as Steve spoke, content to listen for as long as Steve needed him to. WHen Steve finished, he sighed. “I still have them from time to time.” he admitted. “Usually it’s easier to calm down when you’re next to me. Before this, my life was lonely and for a long time I hid it in bad ways. Then you came into my life. I found something to focus on that was good, that made me happy.” He explained, reaching up to run his hand through blonde hair. “Sometimes talking isn’t always going to help. You need something else to keep your mind grounded. Like a hobby or something. Mine just happens to be being able to love you, and have you in my life.” He thought for a moment. “I know it may not be the best idea, but what if part of it is that you’re still fighting? All the time. I got out to help rebuild everything, help make sure everyone is safer, but you’re still on the front line every time we end up in a battle.”
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Steve gasped sharply. He’d just walked into the penthouse after being gone for three weeks on a mission. He was banged up, bruised, sore, tired, and starving but Tony had accosted him as soon as he’d stepped off the elevator and Steve didn’t feel like stopping him.
Tont had been panicked for days, waiting for Steve to come home. “I thought I’d lost you.” He finally said as he tried not to cry. “You went iff radar and I couldn’t find you and…” He cut off, leaning to bury his face in Steve’s neck. “I was so worried, Steve…” He whispered.
Steve cried out sharply and wasted no time in biting down against the alpha’s gland, feeling the pleasure burn through him as he felt their bond sync between them. It brought him over that edge and he cried out again, his whole body tightening around Tony’s length.
Tony growled as the bond sealed and he moved with ease, rolling his hips until his knot grew. He kept thrusting until they were locked together, finally drawing back to kiss Steve deeply. “My mate.” he murmured, heart still erratic as he kissed his newly bonded mate. “I love you.”
“Tea,” he answered softly. “If I drink coffee now, I’m not getting back to sleep tonight.” He sighed into that kiss against his temple and he turned, eyes following Tony intently as the other moved around the kitchen. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
Tony nodded and went to work making them both some tea. He shook his head at Steve’s words. “Never be sorry for your PTSD, Steve.” Tony replied, reaching to lace his hand with one of Steve’s still chilled hands. “It’s not your fault. I don’t expect you to be a-okay all the time.” he replied, finishing the tea and going to sit beside Steve, setting his husband’s cup down and leaning to rest his head on Steve’s shoulder. “I’m never going to need an apology for me getting to take care of you.” he said, taking a sip and holding his mug in front of him as it rested on the counter. “I love you.”
Steve whined and moaned as Tony began to kiss and lick along the bonding gland. HE tilted his head to one side, his whole body starting to react, tightening around Tony’s length. “Yes… yes I’m sure,” he whimpered softly. “I need you… want you… wanna be bonded to you…”
It took every once of willpower not to bite into that spot, wanting just a little longer but knowing that bonding would make it so much better. Tony nuzzled along the place where the gland was, gently nipping at it as his hips rolled, trying to find that one spot that would override the pain of his breaking the skin. “My mate. Mine.” he breathed heatedly, almost shaking at the thought that Steve wanted him.
Once Tony finally slid fully inside of him, Steve let out a low, needy moan, arching up against him as he did so. “Love you… love you so much… alpha… please… please move…” he begged with a slight hitch to his voice as he bared his throat to the other in a purely submissive gesture meant to ensure Tony knew what he wanted.
Tony buried his face in Steve’s neck, moaning as Steve arched for him. “I got you.” he promised, moving slowly to get Steve used to the feel and almost losing his mind at how hot and perfect it felt to have the omega crave him so desperately. HE pulled back to lick over the place where a bond mark would go, reading the gesture and for a moment, despite it all, he panicked. “Are you sure, baby?” he asked, kissing the spot even as his body moved slowly, taking Steve gently and lovingly.
STeve whimpered softly. “Tony please… stop holding back… just… gods… take me! I need you… Tony… please….” He was damn near crying, wanting to scream at the desperation that poured through him because of the induced heat. HE knew Tony wanted to be careful but at that moment, careful didn’t matter to him anymore. He needed to feel the alpha buried inside of him and the sooner, the better.
Any modicum of control Tony had left was lost and he leaned in, holding himself up with one hand as the other pressed two fingers inside and scissored. He wanted to prep Steve at least a little before the two of them lost control. He could feel his rut settling into his skin and he groaned, biting gently at Steve’s neck. “Gotta get you ready at least a little, baby. Wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you.” he breathed huskily, though his eyes tinted just the slightest fraction as he looked down at him. He was quickly looking focus, but managed to make sure the penthouse was locked down so no one could disturb them. HE leaned to kiss Steve again, hard and possessive. “Mine.” he panted against Steve’s lips, adding a third finger.
Steve whined and moaned beneath him, gasping sharply as those fingers pressed deep inside of him, scissoring him open, making him even hotter and more wet than before. “Yours…” he whimpered softly, kissing Tony hard as that third finger pressed inside of him. “Please… enough…. don’t need anymore prep… I just need you… want you…” he begged, fingers gripping tightly at Tony’s back and shoulders, raking down them and leaving light marks in their wake.
Tony shivered at the needy begging, nuzzling into Steve’s neck as he withdrew his fingers and adjusted to press the head of his dick gently into the omega. He gasped sharply as he sank further into Steve. “Fuck, baby.” He breathed, kissing and nibbling at Steve’s neck, fighting the urge to bite down. “I love you. So, so much, Steve. Do anything for you.” He swore, settling to give Steve time to adjust to the new sensation.
STeve whimpered softly. “Tony please… stop holding back… just… gods… take me! I need you… Tony… please….” He was damn near crying, wanting to scream at the desperation that poured through him because of the induced heat. HE knew Tony wanted to be careful but at that moment, careful didn’t matter to him anymore. He needed to feel the alpha buried inside of him and the sooner, the better.
Any modicum of control Tony had left was lost and he leaned in, holding himself up with one hand as the other pressed two fingers inside and scissored. He wanted to prep Steve at least a little before the two of them lost control. He could feel his rut settling into his skin and he groaned, biting gently at Steve’s neck. “Gotta get you ready at least a little, baby. Wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you.” he breathed huskily, though his eyes tinted just the slightest fraction as he looked down at him. He was quickly looking focus, but managed to make sure the penthouse was locked down so no one could disturb them. HE leaned to kiss Steve again, hard and possessive. “Mine.” he panted against Steve’s lips, adding a third finger.
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