Atlas Gym, Friday Evening, 7/24

[tyler_gone]

The thing about the gym staff was, they really weren't too bright about things like making you give your keys back when you quit. That went double if you kept staying past the time the gym closed anyhow. As long as he didn't expect to get paid, Tyler could pretty much come and go as he pleased.

He'd been taking advantage of that a lot this week. Tonight, he was going to stay late and put in a couple more weight circuits ... just as soon as he'd watched David & David Have Problems all the way through while lying on a couch in a disused office.

Hey, it made him laugh.

[OOC: For one.]

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"Easier." And Tyler was not going to be much good for talking if Tony was going to keep doing that.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Which may be the reason why Tony was doing just that. Well, that and it was more than just a little bit fun to see what noises he could get Tyler to make tonight.

Hand around the base of Tyler's dick, he moved his mouth down and then back off the rest slowly.

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The noises weren't really ones that could be spelled. They were soft but deep, verging on growls. Tyl;er's hand got firmer on Tony's head now, trying to steer things.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

He was just so lucky that Tony was too busy to complain. Or roll his eyes at that in something that one may even call fond amusement.

Oh shut up.

Tony hummed something in warning, but went along with the steering anyway.

[tyler_gone]

Fond amusement? It was true love. Clearly.

The steering was light -- Tyler and learned not to choke Tony -- and he squirmed to try to stroke Tony as well with his other hand.

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Labels didn't suit them very well, though. So... fond amusement worked.

Really.

Tony tapped his hip, pulling back just enough to speak again. "I'd rather not explain to the clinic why you have a bite mark there," He informed Tyler dryly. "So wait your turn."

...someone had far too much experience with sex on couches.

[tyler_gone]

Someone might say someone else had far too much experience with sex everywhere.

"Aw, honey, you'd take me to the clinic?" Tyler rasped, but kept his hands to himself.

... above Tony's shoulders, anyhow.

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"I'd drop you off there," Tony shot back, smiling sweetly before going to shut Tyler up again with his mouth again. Maybe just a little more suction than last time, too.

[tyler_gone]

"Ah..." Yeah, Tyler was out of witty remarks just then, if Tony was going to us ehis mouth like that. He bit his lips and, involuntarily, pumped his hips once.

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Tony kept his hands on Tyler's hips, just in case that turned into a a habit.

He hummed again, something in amusement at winning so damn quickly. That passed quickly as he began to bob his head up and down.

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The person giving the blow job did not get to narrate that he won, okay?

"Good," Tyler murmured, not quite under his breath. His fingers tightened in Tony's hair.

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Oh. Tony begged to differ on that one. Winning came in so many forms, after all.

He moved one hand back to the base, moving down until his lips touched there and it was more than just a bit uncomfortable. Just to prove how much he won there.

...Tony was a special man.

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A special, special man with a special lack of gag reflex. Not that Tyler was objecting; the noises he were making were ... anything but objections.

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He better get a good thanks for that.

Tony pulled back entirely, coughing just the once and stretching his jaw. "Don't get used to that."

[tyler_gone]

Right.

"Like I'd ever get it again if I asked for it." Tyler twitched, wanting Tony to just get back to it already.

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"Bitch, bitch, bitch." Don't smirk so much, Tony. He might think you enjoy this.

But Tony did get back to that, staying shallow, but moving much faster now.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler gasped, head lolling back on the couch and eyes staring at nothing.

Tony Stark was very good at what he did.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Damn straight he was. He was Tony Stark. He was good at everything.

Sucking a bit harder again, Tony moved his hand along what he was not about to try fitting in his mouth again.

[tyler_gone]

Oh, it wasn't that big.

Not that it was undersized, just -- oh, let's quit the skeevy narration and get to how Tyler rocked, moving along with Tony's hand. "Please."

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Tony made a very faint noise in agreement with that statement. The 'please' not the narration on Tyler's... size.

Which he wasn't complaining about.

Really.

[tyler_gone]

Well, it wasn't like Tony was --

And we're done being skeevy.

He whined a little, trying to encourage Tony to speed up. He knew that often backfired, but he wasn't in a place to think.

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Often, but not always. You had to let them have a little hope for the next time, after all. Where was the fun in not building that up?

Tony bobbed his head faster, tightening his fist around Tyler as well.

[tyler_gone]

And that was where Tyler lost it. Hips jerking, he grabbed Tony's head before collapsing back against the couch, limp and spent and very happy.

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Which earned him a foul look as soon as Tony's head was let go and he could pull off. "A warning next time."

Not a question, damn it.

"And mouthwash."

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"Bitch, bitch, bitch," Tyler echoed lazily. "Mouthwash now<?" There was an apology in there. Somewhere.