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Steve never knew he had a thing for men in lingerie until this very moment. Until he saw Tony Stark wearing it.
It's red, of course, Tony's favorite color, and as he undresses Tony slowly he discovers more and more of it. First the bra, then a garter belt, then beautiful panties that fit so perfectly around his cock and then stockings with lace bands that rest high on his thighs. Tony always looks amazing, whether he's wearing anything or not, but this… This is special, and Steve just can't help running his hands all over his body. This is the best surprise Tony could've given him after a dinner date on their anniversary. This may be Steve's new favorite outfit for him.
“You look gorgeous,” Steve tells him as he lays Tony in their bed and leans over him to kiss him softly, his hand caressing Tony's chest, feeling the soft lace of the bra under his fingers.
Steve keeps his own clothes on, black slacks and a white button down shirt that Tony only had time to undo the first few buttons of. He doesn't have time to undress right now, too busy kissing Tony, touching Tony, giving him all the love and attention he deserves. His fingers play with Tony's nipples, rolling and pinching and pulling, never moving the lace out of the way, leaving Tony gasping against his mouth as he breaks the kiss.
Tony moans as Steve's lips make contact with his chest, and Steve plants open mouthed kisses all the way down until he reaches the garter belt, and then lower, his lips brushing against lace, his breath hot against Tony's skin.
“Fuck, Cap,” Tony says, already breathless, already hard where he's trapped inside his panties, the tip of his cock wet with pre-come.
Steve mouths at him through the lace of the panties and Tony moans again, louder, reaching for Steve to bury his fingers in his hair, desperate for more. Steve rests his hands on Tony's thighs and presses the tip of his tongue against the tip of Tony's cock, tasting him through the thin lace, and Tony tugs at his hair and whimpers.
“Steve,” he gasps, when Steve closes his lips around the head and sucks. “Fuck, Steve, please.”
“Shh,” Steve says, planting a kiss on Tony's inner thigh. “I'll give you everything you want.”
He doesn't take Tony's panties off, not yet. Tony looks too good wearing them. But he pulls Tony's cock out, freeing him from the lace so he can lick the underside from base to tip and then roll his tongue around the head, watching as Tony throws his head back with a moan.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?” Steve asks, not waiting to get any kind of answer before he takes Tony's cock in his mouth, just the head, his tongue slowly caressing the underside, his eyes fixed on Tony.
They've done this before, they've done it so many times, and yet Steve never gets tired of seeing what he can do to Tony with just his mouth, how good he can make Tony feel.
Tony's hands are still in his hair, and Tony grabs and tugs again, his hips moving of their own accord, pushing his cock deeper into Steve's mouth. Steve takes him in greedily, sliding his mouth down around him all the way, until the tip of Tony's cock hits the back of his throat and Tony whimpers, his eyes fluttering closed.
Steve moves up again, his tongue caressing Tony's cock, and this is one of his favorite things to do, feeling Tony thick and heavy and throbbing against his tongue like this, hearing him gasp and moan and whimper, watching him react to every little thing he does.
So he takes his time, slowly moving up and down, licking and sucking the way he knows Tony likes, the way he knows drives Tony crazy. His own cock is rock hard and trapped inside his pants, and Steve can't help but grind down against the bed a little, seeking the friction he so desperately needs, moaning around Tony's cock at how good it feels. Tony's hips snap up again, burying himself deeper in Steve's mouth, and it's a good thing Steve is so good at suppressing his gag reflex. He doesn't stop, but his hands move to Tony's hips, holding them down.
“Sorry,” Tony says, panting, running his fingers through Steve's hair, caressing his scalp. “I'm sorry, it's just— God, you feel so good, your mouth—”
Steve slides his mouth off of him slowly then, reluctant to let him go, his hands caressing Tony's hips, enjoying the softness of the lace under his thumbs. “It's okay,” he says, a soft smile on his lips. “Do you want to come in my mouth? Wanna come down my throat?”
Steve takes the head of Tony's cock in his mouth again before Tony can answer, and Tony shudders under him.
“Yeah.” Tony nods, eagerly. “Yeah, fuck, Cap—”
Steve's hands squeeze Tony's hips softly before he takes Tony's cock into his mouth again, inch by inch, deeper and deeper until it touches the back of his throat, and this time Steve holds him there a little longer than the first time, holding his breath, swallowing around him, and Tony groans in response, his fingers gripping Steve's hair and holding tight.
Steve pulls back just enough to breathe, still holding Tony's hips down, not letting him move, because he knows Tony likes this too. He takes him back in all the way, burying Tony's cock in the tight heat of his throat, swallowing around him, and repeats it all over and over again, until Tony is whimpering and shuddering under his hands, arching from the bed, toes curling.
And then Steve swallows around him again, once, twice, and Tony's coming, pulling Steve's hair but still holding him close, holding him in place. Steve pulls back just enough to let Tony's come pool on his tongue, just enough to taste him before swallowing it all down, sucking and using his tongue on the underside until Tony's squirming with oversensitivity.
Only then he releases Tony from his mouth, tucking him back inside the red panties and again pressing a soft kiss to Tony's inner thigh, just below the lace band of the stocking.
“Good?” Steve asks, a smirk forming on his lips while they're still pressed against Tony's skin.
“God, Steve,” Tony says, breathless. “That was incredible. Come here.”
Steve covers Tony's stomach in soft kisses, moving all the way up to his chest, then to his neck, and when his lips finally meet Tony's, he smiles into the kiss.
“What do you want me to do for you?” Tony asks, running his fingers softly through Steve's hair again.
“Anything,” Steve says, pressing another gentle kiss to the corner of Tony's mouth, his fingers touching the lace of Tony's bra again, enjoying how it feels against his skin. “Anything you'd like to do, I'm not picky. You don't even have to— I can take care of myself if you're tired.”
“I want to ride you,” Tony says, his fingertips brushing against the back of Steve's neck, sending a shiver down his spine.
“That's…” Steve thinks of Tony, sitting on top of him, moving on his cock, so beautiful in his red lace lingerie, and just the thought of it is enough to take his breath away. “That sounds like the best gift I could ever ask for, yeah.”
Tony smirks. “Happy anniversary, Cap.”
And then he pulls Steve closer for another sweet, hungry kiss.