[ Tony only takes a second — or maybe it's more like a nanosecond — before she more or less pounces on him. She's loose-limbed from an orgasm that completely ruined her designer jeans, but they were shitty anyway so she kicks them off, hurriedly unclasps her bra and pushes him so he's against the wall. Blowjob first. Time for rest after. Getting on her knees isn't a big deal. It's not, like, some power-play or whatever — besides, she'll be the one with teeth near his dick, and Tony's already undoing his belt, unzipping, pushing it all down to his ankles. ]

Ground rules. If I need to breathe, I'm going tap you twice on the hip. Don't stop until I do that, okay? It's hotter for me if I can't— [ And then she's distracted, because if Steve looks like a fucking ken doll, his dick looks like. Like a marble statue of a dick. If they weren't, like, so small or something. God, Tony could make a silicone model of his dick and it would sell like wildfire. Except for the part where it might give her jawache. ] —oh my god I'm gonna fucking enjoy this.

[ She starts out with small licks to the head, one hand at his thigh and the other gripping the base of him. Her tongue swirls for a couple moments, like she's cleaning him off, thorough and flicking hard just at the tip, her hand stroking slowly.

And then, because it's Tony, there's absolutely no warning at all before she takes him — well, most of him, into her mouth to the back of her throat, calmly breathing through her nose. ]