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I'm prepared for this ✫ I never shoot to miss

I've been here before
But always hit the floor
I've spent a lifetime running
And I always get away
But with you I'm feeling something
That makes me want to stay

Tony's heart is still beating fast, though it's been nearly an hour since his house was destroyed (yet again) by supervillains. Why his house? Why is it always him? He's not really feeling sorry for himself though, because for as much as he criticizes Fury, his plan really worked this time. His face-plate flips up as he pries off the left arm of his suit, indented dangerously close by one of those feisty Doom-bots. He flashes a wan smile over at Pepper, similarly battleworn. They really do work extraordinarily well together, he can't believe how he'd ever dismissed being partners before.

"Thanks for saving me - again." She really was good at that, and without her he'd most certainly not be standing right now. Though, yes, he is still lamenting his poor house. Oh well, easier repaired than he would be, probably.

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He whimpers, angling himself towards her a tiny bit more while he tries to keep his body still and his hips from bucking into her hand. His own hand from behind his back moves instead to grip her flank, holding on as a way to stabilize himself, his vision already going spotty. "Fuck, that feels... so good. Don't stop, please... don't stop." His hips twitch once before he gets them back under control, refusing to be the one who ruins this for them both. He manages to get enough presence of mind to look down, unable to keep from making another high-pitched sound at the way it looks, his fat weeping erection firmly in one of her tiny hands.

She chuckles huskily at his pleads, smirking like the cat that ate the canary as she watches him watch her hand on him, feeling a little twinge deep in her belly despite her own orgasm just a moment ago -- she can hardly help it, it's sexy as hell. "Mmm, that's it. You love this, don't you? My hand all over your big, fat cock." Her slim fingers tighten their grip on the next upstroke, slowing down to a crawl as she simultaneously squeezes around the reddened head, licking her lips as another dribble of precum leaks out and over her pale fingers as if milked out by her grip. "Oh, baby. You're so ready, aren't you?" she purrs victoriously, palming his tip and teasing the tiny slit wit her thumb.

"Yess," he admits easily, squirming in her grasp yet again. He lets out a long puff of breath when she slows down again, closing his eyes to get a grip on himself as his calloused fingers dig into her hip just a little. His eyes pop open again, feeding off of the hunger in her gaze. She loves doing this for him; being in control of him and in command of his body, it shows plainly on her face. He's also learned that she loves when he begs, nodding again vigorously to her suggestion before doing just that. "Y-yes, Pepper... so ready. Please..." His expression creases and he lets out a tiny yelp at the teasing treatment she continues to give him.

"Let me come... please. I've stayed so hard for you so long." He says it like it's a sacrifice though truly it's anything but. If she wants to keep him hard and ready all night then he'd be happy to do it for her, though the flesh is much weaker than the mind in this case. "I know you want to watch me... I'll put on a good show for you. Please, please, please..."

His struggles are more than obvious, and it turns Pepper on he's so willing to play by her rules and to delay his own gratification just to give her hers. And he's begging so prettily, squirming and writhing under her touch.

"Yes... you've been so good. Such a good boy," she sighs in appreciation, stroking his cock lightly and lovingly like a favored pet. "And you're asking so nicely. Come on, baby. Come for me... come for me hard."

All lightness and teasing in her touch seems to evaporate into thin air at those words, her fingers gripping his pulsing, rock hard cock tightly and starting to jerk him off without mercy, fast and hard. She fists him from root to tip for a few agonizing moments before shifting a little on the bed; her other hand comes out to grasp the base of his cock while the dominant one focuses on jerking off the top-half, twisting her wrists a little to massage even as she ruthlessly jacks him off with two hands, never once slowing down.

More pathetic whimpering escapes his lips as he lays his back flat for her to give her more room to work, feet bracing against the bed to keep his knees elevated. He nods once more at her directive, licking his lips and closing his eyes as she really begins to put force to him; raising his voice in approval while also babbling intermittently. "Your good boy..."

He begins panting, his breath coming quicker and quicker as she jacks him towards completion, incoherently going on, mostly her name and curse words, though he goes off on a tangent about how he'll never want anyone else the way he wants her, and again that this is so much better than his dreams. Which is true -- so often reality can't measure up to reality but here Pepper is blowing it out of the water every time.

His hips begin to rock into her hand, though his movement is limited by the other holding him somewhat steady. His orgasm rolls through him slowly, pulling from somewhere behind his navel and giving him time to widen his stance even a little more, tilting his hips back in preparation.

"Yes, yes, fuck. Yes..." The last thing he says before the first thick, milky rope spurts out over his chest, glancing across a nipple and effectively coating a patch of hair there. Tony's hand moves down, gripping over Pepper's to help give him the trajectory he needs, mouth falling slack as the next one takes him, splattering perfectly over his exposed throat all the way up to his lips. Each wave comes closer and closer, covering his own chest and face with his warm seed, feeling as it rains down on him and loving every dirty second. The last of his arousal ekes out onto his belly and he collapses, truly sated at last, licking his own slightly salty taste off of his lips. After a full moment, he cracks open an eye to make sure Pepper enjoyed her show.

Every noise he makes, every impassioned babble sinks into Pepper and burrows in deep, quickening her pulse and breath as she keeps jerking him off, watching his every little reaction closely with unparalleled hunger for more. She encourages him with sweet compliments of her own that toe the line of being racy -- regardless whether or not he hears them over his own zeal -- interspersed with musical little hums and moans at the sight he makes. Her breath catches audibly when he swells further in her hands, his balls drawing up tight when he finally breaks and goes over the edge, spurting ropes of thick, milky seed all over himself. Moaning lowly, she drops one hand from his twitching cock to ease up on her handling of him, continuing to stroke him with just one hand when Tony covers it with his to direct her. She watches the tiny white drops splatter his skin next to the longer stripes intently, licking her lips and imagining the salty tang of them on her tongue...

She gentles her touches in tune with the way Tony's orgasm fizzles out, humming in appreciation when he's finally spent and sated, slumping back into the bedding. Gradually, if a little reluctantly, she unhands his spent cock, patting it gently in fond farewell. Pepper meets his hazy gaze for a moment and smiles, before ducking down and giving into the urge to lick away the salty, milky smears along his throat, groaning at the taste.

He blinks open his eyes to watch her the best he can though he could honestly drift right to sleep now even if that would be a terrible idea. Little shivers pull up under his skin while she licks him clean, automatically stretching the column of his throat to give her more access. "Thank you," he whispers, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek though his limbs feel like jelly.

"Mm. You taste good," she purrs with a smile, rubbing her cheek into his hand a little before trailing kisses up to his jaw and cheek. "You're welcome... baby." The husky endearment is murmured against the corner of his mouth, right before she claims his lips in a sweet, languid kiss. Slowly, she winds the kiss down, pulling away with one last, light peck.

"Come on, we should get cleaned up before you fall asleep," she smiles, dropping another kiss to his forehead. "Then we can take a nice, long nap."

The endearment has another shudder traveling down his spine before he realizes what's caused it -- why does that get him? Thankfully he doesn't have to think about it once her lips touch his, easily giving himself over to the kiss and humming his approval into her mouth.

"...Okay," he agrees reluctantly, though the last thing in the world he wants to do is get up. His eyes close involuntarily at the soft kiss, feeling like invisible butterflies are flapping just below his tummy. "I like the nap part of this plan."

"It sounds good, right?" she smiles by way of agreeing, chuckling softly. "Come on, then. Up you go." She carefully climbs over him to slip off the bed, turning to tug him up by the hand. She doesn't let go once he's finally up on his feet, continuing to lead him by the hand into the bathroom.

He climbs up after her with only minimal difficulty, clutching her hand like a lifeline as he follows her into the adjoining room. "Everything you say sounds good."

"Everything? What a flatterer," she teases, outright trolling him now as she pulls him into the shower and under the swiftly warming spray, playfully lowering her tone into a huskier register. "Trombone. Dentist appointment. Tax revenue."

Tony doesn't hesitate to follow her in, closing the frosted glass door behind them and immediately moving into her embrace. In just a day's time, being close to her like this went from awkward and terrifying to automatic, to the point where it would be terrifying to imagine his life without it. When she starts murmuring things into his ear, it snaps him out of his revery, a light shiver tracking up his spine despite the warmth pouring over his skin. "Oh yeah, that's good," he murmurs, closing his eyes. "Don't stop." He takes hold of her waist and leans in even a little closer, only the slight twitch of his lips perhaps belying he isn't wholly serious.

Pepper chuckles with fond amusement, stepping closer still and wrapping her own arms around Tony's waist, running her palms slowly up his back almost reverently, feeling along every dip and curve of firm muscle. She loves how solidly built he is, toned and defined in all the right places without being too ripped and bulky. Other girls can drool after Steve's musculature; to Pepper, this is where it's at, one hand slipping over Tony's shoulder and down to appreciate his firm bicep.

"I better not get you too excited," she teases on with a smirk, rubbing her cheek against his. "You wanted your nap, after all."

His fingers glide up and down her spine, similarly appreciating her physique. Though most might prefer someone more curvy and compact like Natasha, Tony loves Pepper's litheness and freckled skin. There's something so uniquely beautiful about her that among the myriad of lovers he's had over the years he can come upon no glaring similarities.

"Naps are overrated," he says, though he actually feels the opposite right about now. He lays his head on her shoulder and just soaks in the closeness, still lightly touching and nuzzling into her throat, but without any hint of an ulterior motive this time. "I just like it when you talk to me." It doesn't matter what she says, though he always listens, a luxury not afforded to most people by him. He can't help it, she's always commanded his attention and they'd become a highly effective team because of it.

Pepper hums in playful disbelief at his initial claim, smiling fondly as he nestles against her throat, dipping up her chin a little to make more room for him. The hand on his arm slides up into his hair, raking her fingers gently through the wet strands while her other hand strokes up and down his back, sighing a little as she holds him close under the blissfully hot water. They should probably wash up and continue cuddling in bed, but this is so very nice, too. "Remember that the next time we bicker about something."

His breathing slows until he's practically dozing on his feet, letting out a tiny murmur of approval as her hands stroke his hair. Right now, he can't ever imagine bickering with her again; which is short-sided maybe but he can't bring himself to care. "I'll try. Maybe you should leave me a memo."

"Noted," she smiles, reaching one hand out to grab the shampoo off the rack behind Tony's back and squirting some straight onto his head, replacing the bottle and starting to rub it in with both hands, fingertips massaging his scalp in generous circles.

He lets out a surprised huff as her fingers delve into his hair, lathering up the shampoo she'd poured in. "Now you're getting me excited," he admits as he nudges his head into her grip like a cat searching for more contact. There's something about this that is so intimate he can hardly stand it, one hand tightening on her hipbone even as his thumb continues to stroke over it.

"Yeah?" she murmurs with a grin, keeping up her ministrations; slowly and methodically going through his whole scalp with the same focus and determination she does everything. "You like this?" She enjoys the way he clearly does, though she hadn't expected it. It turns less into a hair wash and more of a massage as she starts to rub leisurely circles over his temples.

Pleasant tingles track down his body as he nods, careful not to displace her fingers. "It feels amazing," he hums, willing to stay here for as long as she deems to touch him like that.

She hums softly, sounding pleased. "That's good," she murmurs absently, trailing her fingers through his hair down to his neck, thumbs gently but firmly pushing alongside the vertebrae to knead out any tension.

He bows his head even more to receive the treatment, locking one knee against hers to keep himself upright. "Is there anything you're not good at?"

"Oh, I could probably come up with something if I really thought about it," she chuckles, dropping a kiss against his temple, his hair rinsed out by the spray by now. Easing up on her touches, she finally lets her hands slip down to his shoulders. "Ready for bed and that nap?"

"I couldn't," he counters instantly, even while he unfolds a bit to look her in the eye. The weariness in his gaze says it all, and he nods minutely, blinking water out of his eyes.

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