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This was so unfair.Steve's new stealth suit was delicious. The way it clung to his broad chest and tiny, firm butt while the sneaky accents brought out the blue of his eyes was everything Tony had dreamed of at the drawing board, and more. That alone would have been enough to throw Tony off his best game. But was the universe content with that? Of course not.Tony also had to be hyper aware of that glistening bead of sweat on the back of Steve's neck, the toneless hum of approval he gave after biting into a crisp apple; the way his hand felt on Tony's head when Steve let his instincts take over for a second and scratched behind Tony's ears. The embarrassed pounding of Steve's heart when he noticed what he'd done.The hint of arousal that should have been undetectable to a human nose.Tony got it all. His new senses informed him about every last detail of what was going on with his fellow Avenger.Now if Tony had been turned all the way into a cat, maybe that would have been alright. He could've just jumped up on the Captain's lap and settled in for the long haul while purring with delight as Steve bestowed head-scratches and pets upon his feline person.But he was only part-cat. He had the fluffy dark brown ears on top of his head instead of on the sides, and the beard above his upper lip had grown out a bit and gotten so sensitive he no longer felt like trimming it. He had an equally brown and fluffy tail that seemed to have a mind of its own – nothing new there, really, albeit knocking down glasses and other fragile items with it had been surprising – and of course the claws that slipped out of their sheaths at inopportune moments. (Though nothing had been as inopportune as figuring out that his spine was now as flexible as a yoga guru's – only to get his tongue caught on some of the other new features his body had produced.)Most of Tony was still human, though. He was still the same height, was for the most part fur-free, and luckily still equipped with the tools for producing human language. Despite his new cat appendages, he was still recognizably Tony. And that being the case, he had no excuse for allowing himself to be petted by Captain America.It was so very unfair.Tony wasn't a touchy-feely person by habit. In fact, he went out of his way to avoid touching others, especially those that tried to hand him things.Steve, looking like that? Tony would let Steve hand him a collar and he'd happily wear it.What Steve handed him instead when the team returned from its latest mission (which Tony had been forced to sit out until the spell had worn off completely, "just in case"), was a piece of tech that looked like it was either alien or Wakandan. Hard to tell, sometimes.Of course, Steve didn't actually hand Tony the alien-looking whatsit. Steve was much too observant and polite for that. Tony picked the thing up from where Steve had put it down for him with a distinct feeling of a missed opportunity.
This is a temporary thing,
Tony told himself.
It's just stupid cat instincts. When the spell fizzles out, it'll all go away.
Tony firmly ignored every one of the thirty-seven instances when he'd leaned into Steve's friendly touch prior to the magical accident."What do you figure this is?" asked Steve, unaware of Tony's emotional turmoil.Tony focused on the tech. "Shape suggests it's supposed to be hand-held, but beyond that I got nothing at first glance. Could be a highly compact H-bomb as well as a personal grooming kit. Where'd you pick it up?" Tony spotted a tiny indentation in the side of the device and squinted at it, trying to decide whether it was an imperfection or part of the design.A warm hand settled on the top of his head and scratched his ears.It felt good. Tony wanted to moan out loud at the sensation. What came out instead was a purr loud enough to rival the kitchen mixer.The hand vanished abruptly. Trying not to pout at the loss, Tony directed hurt eyes at his team mate."Sorry!" said Steve. "They were, uh, twitching. Your ears. I didn't – I didn't think. I'm sorry."Steve was clearly addressing the wrong problem here. ...Or maybe he wasn't. Tony was not supposed to like this, was he?It was hard just now to figure out why not.Distracted by that puzzle, Tony accidentally pressed one claw into the device's indentation. A soft 'click' sounded, then the device began to change its shape and… vibrate?Tony felt his eyes lower to the piece of vibrating tech in his hand. "That's interesting.""Interesting is one way to put it." Tony glanced over to see Steve's hands equally fixed on the vibrating device."I'm guessing you got this from someone humanoid?""Huma– ? Oh, right, you weren't there. Yeah, it was the villain of the week trying to get his hands on a large amount of vibranium. Though by his own admission, he despises weapons and had 'greater' plans for it."Both of their eyes lowered to the oblong vibrating device.Tony felt a need to state the obvious. "Vibranium doesn't vibrate."Steve nodded, his strategising face firmly in place. "No. It absorbs vibration."Tony blinked. "You don't think…?""I am suddenly hesitant to find out if this thing has more than one setting, and if so, how high the maximum frequency goes.""And what it would do to, say, your standard bedframe, or an adjacent electronic device, if the vibrations were transferred to it, directly or even indirectly." Tony nodded, intrigued and horrified at the same time.Steve's eyes narrowed at him. "Tony, no."Tony tried his best cute kitten look on him. "Tony, yes.""You are not doing what I think you're planning on doing. That's dangerous and irresponsible.""Well then you had better supervise to make sure I'm safe, hadn't you?"The words were out before Tony had a chance to think about them, and there was no way to take them back. At the heated look on Steve's face, though, he decided he wouldn't even want to."I suppose so."Ears twitching strongly enough that for once, he even noticed it himself, Tony withdrew from the lab table and led the way out the door. "Are you sure you wish to get down and dirty with scientific research, Cap?""I want to get down and dirty with you alright," Steve mumbled under his breath.Tony didn't even need to prick his sensitive ears to hear it, his senses were that good. He chuckled. "I bet you love being on top of new discoveries."Steve was silent for a moment, his next step a little slower than the one before as though he'd lost a second or two mid-step. When he finally spoke, Tony could hear the grin in his voice. "I do love that, though I'm also occasionally a devout student of any new materials that come my way. I bet I'd have a lot to learn from you."Tony felt another purr come on at the fun conversation. However… "Hate to put a damper on your scientific ardour, Cap, but it's not currently a great idea to submit to my teachings. My digs are barbed."Behind him, Steve's steps came to a complete stop. Tony turned around to see Steve standing there, filling out his new stealth suit more delightfully than ever, and staring at Tony with wide eyes."...Super-serum?" he suggested.Tony laughed. "Just because you'll heal doesn't mean I want to hurt you like that.""Okay, that's fair," Steve agreed, beautifully easy about all of this. "So that's more third-date material?"Tony laughed harder. "Let's survive our first round of tests before we plan any more.""I'd like to be more involved in the testing process than just as overseer."Tony leered at Steve. "Feel free to involve yourself as much as you like.""Really?""Entirely. If you want it written in blood, I can do that." He purposefully extended the claws on his right hand and blew on them with an unconcerned mien.Steve laughed. It sounded like Tony's action had startled the sound out of the super-soldier, but once Steve started, it didn't seem like he could stop. Tony watched in delight as Steve clutched at his chest, his whole perfect frame shaking with laughter."Tony," Steve finally gasped, "would you believe that I thought you had zero interest in sharing a bed with me?"Tony blinked, then huffed out a laugh of his own. "Hard same."Steve choked on his next laugh. Then he grinned, and it looked surprisingly predatory on his usually innocent features. "Hard same, Tony?"
They were currently in the staircase up to Tony's floor, and Tony was standing a couple of steps above Steve. He saw Steve's eyes focus on his crotch, then the sneaky super-soldier was bending forward and breathing out a hot breath right where it counted. Tony made a noise that was only not embarrassing if he told himself it was perfectly normal for a cat.
"Pretty hard, yeah," Tony admitted
with a rough voice.
"Also, I really like it when you rub my ears. Or my shoulders. Or any part of me." Since he was already admitting things, might as well go all in.
"That's good to know."
They continued their climb to Tony's floor where Tony made straight for the bedroom. He preceded Steve inside, then held the door open for his unexpected guest with a flourish. Steve entered with a polite nod in thanks.
Tony flung the still humming high-tech vibrator on the bed. "Wanna wager how fast this thing can go?"
"I won't bet against you where electronic devices are concerned."
"Smart man."
"They call me the man with the plan for a reason." Steve's voice was usually bashful and self-deprecating when he talked about his USO tour days, but right now all it held was warmth and a hint of teasing.
"Oh, really?" Tony asked, drawing out the vowels. "What's the plan, then?"
"Well. Before this goes into either of us –" Tony felt his cheeks heat up at the strong implication that he wasn't the only one interested in a test-drive – "we should see whether it
has any
potentially lethal settings."
"Potentially – ??" Tony stopped there, mouth agape at the idea what that would look like. Then he was on the vibrator like a true pouncing tomcat, prodding and poking at it until he figured out where to change the settings. After more than a minute's futile search, he looked up at Steve with chagrin. "This might be it."
"I dunno," replied Steve, eyes narrowed. "Doesn't it seem stronger to you than when you first switched it on?"
Tony laid the thing back down on the blanket and lowly backed away. "J.A.R.V.I.S., scan it. Is it going to explode?"
Steve flinched, then joined Tony on the bed; ready to throw his super-strong body in front of Tony to shield him if need be, Tony was sure. He'd usually make a disparaging joke. But Steve's shoulder was
touching
his, the point of contact warm and solid.
Tony leaned into the touch.
"No danger detected," J.A.R.V.I.S. announced.
"Track the speed," Tony demanded next. A few seconds passed in silence.
"It appears Captain Rogers was correct. The vibrations are indeed increasing in very small, linear increments."
Tony inched forward on the bed, intent on grabbing the thing and using it.
"Tony, don't!"
"But at this rate, we'll be here for hours just watching it!"
"And you can't think of anything to fill that time?"
Whirling around, Tony saw that Steve had a smirk on his face. One of his hands was resting on his own hip, teasingly close, but not touching the hard dick outlined against the suit even with the protective cup.
How?
Super-strengh cock,
Tony decided, suppressing a manic giggle.
"That looks uncomfortable," he remarked.
"Want me to take it off?"
"Please."
Steve Rogers, World War II soldier and innocent darling of the press, patiently opened all the latches, zips and velcro fastenings of his new stealth suit and easily pushed it down.
Turned out he had forgone the cup.
That explains it,
Tony thought dazedly while trying not to let his head explode from the realization that Steve had also foregone everything else and gone commando underneath
his new suit.
"What, not even a string tanga?" Tony asked, positively surprised at how coherent he sounded.
"I didn't want anything between me and your creation."
Head: Officially exploded. Whelp, I'm dead.
Steve in the nude was beautiful. For long seconds, Tony forgot all about the villain's vibrator buzzing away on the bed right next to them. Then Steve brought his mind back on task. "So, potentially hours to kill. What should we do about that?"Tony's eyes once more zeroed in on Steve's crotch. He had some ideas.Steve seemed to like those ideas, going by the sounds he made as Tony started to explore his thighs with his cat's tongue. The tiny barbs brushed through the hair on Steve's legs and left red trails in their wake. When Tony made his way toward more sensitive areas, he felt Steve tense in anticipation."Oh, that feels…" Something like a confused chuckle left Steve's lips, followed by a moan. "It's… it's not rough enough to be painful, more like a little ticklish, but also… oh… Oh, huh. Wow…"Tony had Steve's cock in his mouth now. He paid very close attention only to nudge the sensitive tip delicately with his barbed tongue. Steve seemed to like that a lot.For a while, Tony explored to his heart's content. Then he showed just how much of a gremlin he could be. He curled up on his side in a comfortable position and just kept the tip of Steve's cock in his mouth. Grabbing one of Steve's hands, he put it next to one of those fluffy ears.Steve seemed frozen for a moment. Then he chuckled again and found his own comfy position on Tony's bed. His hand began to scratch behind Tony's ear and it was perfect. He purred."Oh!"Flipping his eyes up Steve's way, Tony saw Steve's cheeks rapidly gaining color. "Tony, you have no idea how good that feels."In his amazement, Steve had stopped scratching behind Tony's ears. Tony stopped purring.Steve's eyes widened and he hurriedly resumed his petting. "There you go, Tony, good – " He caught himself just in time, laughing nervously.Tony took a quick breather to say, "It's alright. I like praise. 'Good boy' works, I like 'beautiful', and I think 'kitten' would not be completely awful." As Tony resumed his task to keep Steve's cock warm and his arousal almost-painful for him, Steve took the advise to heart and heaped a generous helping of praise on his 'beautiful, talented kitten". It was a little odd and a lot beautiful.With the weight and taste of Steve's cock in his mouth, the sensation of those skilled fingers caressing his head and ears and a constant stream of soft words of praise in his ears, Tony drifted off for a while.He checked back into linear time when the buzzing of the device reached a frequency that hurt his ears. Craning his neck as best he could without letting go of Steve, Tony saw that the thing was bucking on the bed with what appeared to be a life of his own.Suddenly, 'potentially lethal' didn't seem all that far-fetched."You know," Steve mused, "if someone has that and it still isn't enough, I kind of understand why they'd be desperate enough to rob Wakanda in the hopes of building something stronger.""Vibration-absorbent," Tony couldn't help but repeat. He wrapped both hands around Steve's cock so as not to neglect it while they talked."Yeah, I know," Steve said, eyes still on the dancing vibrator. "But I'm convinced if you put your mind to it, you could come up with at least twelve ways in which having vibranium would help with building sturdier sex toys.""Only twelve?" Tony scoffed reflexively. "You wound me."Steve was smirking. "See?""But my mind is really preoccupied with something else at the moment."
Steve wriggled a little to slide fully onto his back. He pulled Tony up until they were face to face.
Kissing felt natural at this point. Tony quickly found himself purring again, and Steve made some delighted noises of his own.
"You wanna tease me some more or will you have mercy now?" Steve asked once they were both panting with arousal.
"I'd only be hurting myself," Tony conceded. The time for drawing it out was very much over.
"Oh thank god."
Tony laughed at the fervor in Steve's voice.
"As I said, I'm not prepared to stick my barbs into you, but otherwise, I'm game." He wriggled his own ass to make his point.
Steve didn't ask whether he was sure. Instead, he reached for the top drawer of Tony's nightstand, confident of what he would find there.
His hand came back not with the expected tube of lube but with an extra-large screwdriver. Steve looked at it blankly for a moment, then laughed so loud Tony's cat ears ached. "Only you, Tony!"
"Screw you."
"With this?" Steve wriggled the screwdriver at him.
"The handle's actually a nice shape and size, now that you mention it," Tony replied, "but no. That's only here in case I forget to take off the suit when I fall into bed. I once banged the arm against the nightstand when it was already messed-up from getting shot at, and something got stuck…"
Steve looked from the screwdriver to Tony and back again. "That kind of thing actually happens to you."
"...Yes?"
Tony decided not to point out he had forgotten to lower the face plate in order to brush his teeth more than once, and also tried to wash his hands with the gauntlets on more than once. It wasn't relevant information to the current interaction. "So. Lube?"
Brightening at the reminder, Steve easily tossed the large screwdriver back into the drawer and extracted the lube instead.
And not much later, Tony was prepared and aching for Steve to come inside,
which he did with an eagerness that was frankly flattering. "You're so beautiful, Tony, and so hot. Mmmmh…"
The praise was back, and Tony could easily admit that he loved it. Lying on his back with Steve hovering over him, his partner's cock pushing into him slow and steadily, Tony could only think of one thing that would make this even better.
"Pet my ears?"
Steve laughed. It was a warm, kind sound. Tony bathed in it, purring already before Steve suddenly flipped them both upright. Tony found himself kneeling on Steve's lap, which freed Steve's hands to pet his ears and his head at will. Steve decided to only use one hand for that, the other one serving to help Tony fuck himself on Steve's cock. Tony was in full support of that decision.
The loudest purr yet rose from Tony's throat when Steve nailed his prostate.
Tony immediately took a more active part in their coupling.
He soon found that both of Steve's hands were ruffling his hair and scratching his ears and petting and caressing every inch of Tony with a feverish urgency while Tony's own hands were on Steve's shoulders, helping to push them both toward orgasm at a break-neck speed.
Tony's purr filled the room, covering even the mad rattle of the still active monster vibrator somewhere to their left. Tony noticed absently that it had shaken itself off the bed and was now trying to vibrate a hole through the carpet. Godspeed to the thing. Tony had other concerns.
"More, Steve, more!"
"Yes, kitten."
The world was heat and slick coupling and hands in warm fur and the most perfect scratch
right. there.
Tony came with a purr bordering on a growl. Steve froze underneath him, then pushed into him with a few more powerful thrusts before joining him.
His was definitely a growl. Tony loved it.
"...You're just here for the cat ears, right?"
"Sure, Tony. I'll be out of your hair as soon as that doesn't have cat ears in it anymore."
"I'll need to get a pair of those
self-moving
Japanese cat ears, then."
"That would look adorable."
"...Stay?"
"As long as you'll have me."
"Even you won't get that old."
"I'll certainly try."
"Good."
The vibrator had finally stopped and the bedroom fell into blessed silence. It had been early evening when the team returned from their mission, but who knew what time it was now. Late enough to at least take a short nap, Tony figured.
His contented purring lulled them both to sleep.