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Tony let out a pained grunt, immediately reaching out to still Steve’s wandering elbows before they could catch his chin again.
“Okay,” Tony started. “This is not working out.”
“No, no, I’ve got it, just gimme”—Steve twisted himself around again, landing a knee to Tony’s gut—just barely missing his dick— and causing a startled oof to slip out between Tony’s lips—“a sec to readjust.”
“ Steve ,” Tony bit out, trying to avoid the flailing limbs that were determined to bruise every exposed inch of Tony’s skin, “this isn’t working out .” Tony reached down, grabbing both of Steve’s wrists into one of his hands and pinning them to the seat above Steve’s head, effectively stopping his movement from the chest up. Steve, not one to be deterred, started wiggling his hips, still attempting to find a position that worked when Tony was very sure there were none .
“ Steve ,” Tony growled, “stop fucking moving this isn’t working .”
“Tony you’re not even trying , okay we can do this, we just have to move into—“
Tony growled again, lifting his hips up and spreading his knees until he was straddling Steve—one knee shoved into the crease where the seat bottom met the seat back, the other hovering awkwardly by Steve’s hip, his foot semi-firmly planted on the floored—with Steve’s wrists pinned above his head, Tony’s own head ducked low to avoid bashing it against the ceiling of the car they were currently in.
Yes. A car. Because Steve had fluttered his goddamned eyelashes at Tony and said, “I’ve always wanted to make love in the back of one of your fancy cars,” and—despite Tony knowing it probably wouldn’t work how Steve had pictured it—Tony hadn’t ever had a chance of saying no to him.
Plus, he had to admit, the idea of Steve fucking him in a cramped back seat—slick skin sliding together, hot, panting breaths fogging up the windows, and the frenzied, desperate rush that would go through him at so little movement, at being practically trapped with Steve in such a small, intimate space—had been oddly appealing.
In practice? It was a fucking nightmare. Steve was all long limbs and inelegance, trying to push himself and Tony into different positions that just weren’t logical for car sex, even after it had become apparent that this wasn’t going to work out. Steve was nothing if not determined, and Tony had the bruises in the shapes of pointy elbows and knobby knees to prove it.
Tony looked down at Steve, who had gone surprisingly quiet and shockingly wide eyed.
“S-sorry,” Steve whispered, his voice going soft.
Tony felt his shoulders sag, the weight of disappointment dropping them low. “No, it’s just—car sex looks so much easier in the movies.” Tony gave a small, one shouldered shrug as he let out a sigh. “It’s, uh, a little disappointing in practice, ‘s all. We can’t even find a logical position that doesn’t have either of us in varying degrees of pain.”
Steve shifted under him again, a little wiggle that Tony would almost classify as squirming .
“Tony,” Steve murmured, blinking up at him with wide eyes, his voice syrupy-sweet. Tony found himself captivated by the sight of Steve gazing up at him, blinking those very blue eyes in such a deceptively sweet way that Tony felt himself sway in his position.
Tony decided, right in that moment, that Steve was a goddamn problem .
“Sweetheart,” Steve continued, biting into his bottom lip for a moment before continuing. “I actually think we’ve finally found it.”
Tony blinked himself out of a Steve-induced stupor to stare down at him, confusion lining his face.
Steve lifted an eyebrow in response, raising his hips up to meet where Tony was straddling him in a slow grind, his still hard dick rubbing teasingly along the crease of Tony’s cheeks.
“ Oh ,” Tony gasped out, slumping forward until his other hand was braced next to the one that still had Steve’s wrists enclosed. “Oh, fuck .”
“Yeah, baby. Look at you,” Steve murmured, straining against Tony’s hold until he was able to lift his head, until he was able to graze his teeth along the lobe of Tony’s ear and whisper, “so smart, so good , finding a way to make this work for us.” He punctuated his statement with another slow grind up, causing Tony to let out another low groan, his eyes slipping closed and his grip on Steve’s wrists going slack.
“Fuck,” Tony groaned while Steve licked a stripe up his neck. “ Fuckfuckfuck. Steve , need you. Need you in me, please .”
“Yeah, fuck, gonna take care of you, gonna give you what you need. Just hold on, sweetheart.”
Steve shifted then, pulling his wrists free from Tony’s loose grip, then reaching down, griping Tony’s hip with one hand, and his dick with the other. “Shift up, baby.”
Tony complied, tensing his thighs as he lifted his hips off Steve’s lap. When he felt the tip of Steve’s cock pressing at his already slick hole, he was so, so grateful he had the foresight to prep himself beforehand.
Sex in small spaces was one thing, but prep was sometimes awkward even with a lot of space, let alone one as tiny as the backseat of a car.
Steve slipped the head of his cock in, forcing a moan up and out of Tony’s throat. He squeezed his eyes shut at the stretch, a jolt of pleasure traveling up his spine as he slowly, slowly relaxed the muscles of his thighs, sliding down Steve’s length inch by inch.
The hand Steve had been using to grip himself snapped to Tony’s other hip, his hold there turning bruising almost instantly, trying to keep himself still as Tony engulfed his length.
“ Fuck ,” Tony gasped, finally bottoming out, his ass sitting snug up against Steve’s hips.
“ God ,” Steve groaned. “Just look at you, Tony. So pretty, sitting on my dick like this. You open up so well for me, like you were made for it. Such a good boy.” Another gasp slipped through Tony’s lips at the praise. “Gonna ride me, sweetheart? Gonna show me how much you love sitting on my dick like this?”
“Yes,” Tony gasped out, his voice breathless and wrecked . God, they had just started and Tony was already so worked up. “Whatever you want.”
“Good boy ,” Steve murmured, a hand leaving one of Tony’s hips to brush against his jaw, stoking his thumb against the rough stubble lining Tony’s chin. “Show me how much you want it, baby. Show me how good you can be for me.”
Fuck , Tony thought as he picked his hips up again, before slowing sinking back down, car sex was such a good idea.