"Get the quinjet fueled," Tony called to his assistant before he released Steve's legs and leaned over him instead to continue his slow and steady thrusting. Hands smoothed out over thick pectoral muscles as he leaned into the heat of it, sweat dripping from his nose. They really had been getting a whole lot of cardio. A whole lot.

Tony licked at the sweat on Steve's neck, chuckling. "You don't leave a soldier behind right?" he grunted, hand wrapping around the Captain's cock with a tight, quick squeeze.