[ She makes a small, gagging kind of noise at the way his hips buck, but it only takes a second to adjust around it, to tamp down the reflex. Tony's been practicing giving head since she was fifteen with early entrance into MIT, cause that's what you did when you were smarter than everybody and everyone around you was in their twenties. That, and drink a lot. She has Rhodey to thank for keeping her younger years (relatively) safe.
She relaxes enough to try and take a little more of him. Tony makes the occasional noise, like a splutter or like she just can't breathe, but unlike Afghanistan all this breathplay is on her terms — part of her kind of wishes he'd actually pull on her hair.
And it's a good thing Tony's a champion at sucking cock, otherwise she might clue onto the fact that he's actually never done this before. She moans a little at the way he swears (god, that probably makes her really obvious) and looks up at him through her lashes, directly into his eyes.
(There is no nice way to say please fuck my face to Captain America.) ]
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She relaxes enough to try and take a little more of him. Tony makes the occasional noise, like a splutter or like she just can't breathe, but unlike Afghanistan all this breathplay is on her terms — part of her kind of wishes he'd actually pull on her hair.
And it's a good thing Tony's a champion at sucking cock, otherwise she might clue onto the fact that he's actually never done this before. She moans a little at the way he swears (god, that probably makes her really obvious) and looks up at him through her lashes, directly into his eyes.
(There is no nice way to say please fuck my face to Captain America.) ]