I've waited years for this, thousands of years. Today was the day I was going to take what's mine. I opened a portal into the Stark Tower and stepped through, I ended up in his room. ‘Convenient’ I thought to myself. He was showering when I got there and by the time everything was set up and ready to go he was about to start getting dressed. I hide in his closet and waited. He comes out of the bathroom, towel ‘round his petite waist, he swings open the closet doors and that's when I strike. Like a leopard who has been starving, I pounce, pushing him onto the bed. I pin his hands above his head as I start to trail kisses down his neck and chest. “S-strange??” He asks trying to lift his head to see me. I don't answer him, instead I take a small section of his neck and suck it between my lips, bruising the porcelain skin. His quiet moans drive me to continue and do more than what I have. I move the other side of his neck and bite, hard. His body stiffens and he moans out “Stephen!” I continue my assault of hickeys and bites until he's littered in them. I then proceeded to lock his arms above his head with the handcuffs that I prepared when I first got here. I rip the cloth off from his waist and I'm bewildered at the sight. He's sporting a very nice looking tent for me and I can't help but feel flattered. I give him a few strokes and then engulf him into my liquid cavern of wonders. His hips buck and he moans out, almost as if to cheer me on to continue. I go deeper and I use my tongue to touch every inch, every vessel. I feel him tighten under me and I stop, pulling myself off he let's out a whine, which sounds nothing less than painful. He starts to beg, “S-steph-” I cup my hand over his mouth and grab his throat, “Call me that one more time and I swear to you...what do you call me?” I say in a demanding tone, I've put my face in his and I can see the lust dance in his eyes. I uncover his mouth and release his neck to let him reply. “M-master” he mumbles. I reach my hand down behind me and give his member a hard squeeze “What was that?” I say giving him an evil smirk “M-master!” He moans out loudly. “Much better” I mumble in his ear, seductively. I strip myself of my clothes and tease him, getting close to the bed just to take steps back. Hovering my hands over his chilled body but never touching. He begins to whine and squirm, “What do you need pup?” I ask him. “Y-you master” well that damn sure sounds like consent to me. I drag to the foot of the bed, taking my time. I part his legs and climb in between them, admiring this masterpiece that I can call 'mine'. I climbed in between him and scaled over him. He looks away sheepishly and it's adorable. The way his face flushes and the way his hair sticks to him because of his recent shower. I ask if he's ready and get a sheepish and slow nod. I line myself up and push in all at once. He's a moaning mess, he's squirming and trying to adjust but I don't give him time. I start to pound into him harshly. Tears run down from those beautiful eyes and he looks in ecstacy. He's too engulfed in his emotions to form words. I continue to pound and change my angle, searching for... "STEPHEN!" There it is. I begin to hit that sweet spot over and over. Poor Anthony, I thought he was a moaning mess before. I can feel myself coming close to my edge and I warn him "T-tony... I'm going to-" I move to pull out but I can't. Tony has wrapped his legs around my back, keeping my in and he looks me dead in the eyes and then proceeds to squeeze his innards as hard as he can and it becomes unbelievably tight and hot all at once and it's all to much for me. I push all the way in, hitting his spot once more as I explode inside of him. I reach in between us and help him finish. I then clean him up, uncuff him and lay him down properly. I climb into bed next to him and cuddle him. "I love you" he mumbles, drifting into sleep. "More than you'll ever know" I reply.
