revivalproject | delivery

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delivery

WHO: Tony Stark, Cloud Strife, technically open if you want to hang
WHERE: The forge? I don't know the structure of this post eludes me, it might be just network, I might just be setting up a bunch of interactions for Cloud to have with everyone else like a benevolent god
WHAT: Tony's been making things and has packages for Reeve, Tommy, Sansa and Jon, and he's not doing all of that walking himself.
WARNINGS: It is genuinely not my fault that all of Tony's posts are horny and you should just expect it now.

a text to Cloud

hey

where are you?

you want a job, right?

Come to the forge.

Outside of the forge, sitting in front of the closed door very pointedly, were five lumpy bundles, the wrapping of these clearly not Tony's strong suit. One of them seemed to be just in a big leaf. They were all labled with thin tags of impressed aluminum tied or just placed on top for Cloud to figure out where they were supposed to go with just a name-- the rest, like who any of these people were and where to find them, was Cloud's job to figure out, apparently.

At least one of them should have been pretty easy.

C L O U D
It was...a chocobo? Or how Tony remembered a chocobo looking from the glance at it in Reeve's memory. Small, grey and surprisingly heavy, it wound up to go bouncing away on weirdly articulated legs. Did Tony think he was paying Cloud?

R E E V E
It's a head.
This might be what Tony thought a cat skull looked like. It wasn't much like the design he had left for Mini-C's skeletal structure in Reeve's sketchbook, he obviously had some time, and the obsessive insomnia turned to 11 after the sleep glut and nowhere to pour his creative energy, to take a more detailed turn, and he would have used the energy to make more of the structure but they were still tight on materials. What he did make was a few servos, dangling from the skull shape like a disembodied nerve system, and a prototype pair of hands tucked safely into the dome, too delicate to be very useful to Mini, but responding to their programming housed in the skull. The systems were done, was the point.

T O M M Y
Was this what he meant by hydroponics? It wasn't like Tony had managed to miss that bit of drama on the network. It wasn't assembled, a bunch of disparate pieces that didn't come with instructions, but a note that only read 'you need a tube'.

S A N S A
This bundle had a pair of brass combs in it, stamped, much like the labels on the packages, with roses. If Sansa hadn't figured out how to keep her hair from being a mess, maybe this would be a reminder.

J O N
A very tiny little knot of a rag, about as big as the label that sat under it, and felt light enough to be empty.
It seemed to only contain a gold chain.

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[Reeve is touching more of himself than Tony is, and it has to be abnormal to feel a little jealous about that. He has to follow this time, lips grazing over the path of one of Reeve's hands that he catches by the wrist to tun his palm into Tony's kiss, leaving his mark for Reeve to continue now.]

I feel like I'm watching you get yourself off. Do you take your time like this when I'm not here? Don't answer that.

[He has to step back as he drags Reeve's pants down his hips, working them off of one foot before he tires entirely of this activity and is back with both hands tucking under Reeve's hips to arch him off of the table and meet the press of Tony's lips to his stomach.]

[Jealous? Oh how cute. Reeve lets his hand reach after Tony, stroking his cheek.]

Since you asked, I won't answer. But you are the one that said I should keep talking.

[His eyes follow tony and thus his own pants being pulled off. He does nothing to make that easier or harder, just lets Tony manipulate him and grins when Tony gets bored.]

See, that's an example of what I'd do too.

[He has to stop his tickling affection to snort a laugh, sharp grin pressed to Reeve's skin instead. The giggle does remind him that bowing over the desk like he is is not nearly sustainable, so he pushes himself up on one hand again to take in the exquisite image of Reeve looking thoroughly undignified, spread out like a meal on the table that makes Tony touch his tongue to his teeth, before reaching for Reeve's hand to help pull him up to his feet. The second he figured out what anyone else around here was using for lube, he would be back to properly take care of Reeve in that position.]

C'mon, my turn.

[Not bothering with the rest of the buttons, Tony lifts Reeve's shirt off over his head, then combs his hair back for him to pull him into another carelessly wet kiss, distracted as he stumbles them over to the mattress like Reeve had intended, trying not to trip over his own shoes as he sheds them.]

Who knew, maybe Tony's shaving goop would find another use. In the mean time Reeve lets himself be pulled back up to his feet. It takes some careful coordination to make sure that he's not tripping over the pants Tony had left around one leg thanks to attention spans. He does work with Tony the best he can in the process of getting Reeve's shirt off, and he offers the other a soft smile before he's claimed by a kiss and motion. The motion is actually the bigger problem.

Because, you know, pants around one leg and not the other. With Tony stumbling and dealing with his own shoes, well, there's nothing he can do in the face of stumbling enough to actually fall from Tony's grip and onto the mattress. Which wasn't a problem for him. Instead it drew forth an amused chuckle.

Reeve abruptly falling out of his kiss just about made Tony bite his tongue, and briefly he panicked until reassured enough by Reeve's laugh to properly appreciate the rare graceless flail as he dropped with another giggle of his own. The expression had almost been as good as getting thrown into the pool. "You good?" Tony grinned, not really needing an answer as he spun to flop onto his back on the bed next to Reeve hard enough to make them both bounce, reaching to tug at Reeve's hand before the motion had stopped. While he was sprawled there, he offered with the laugh still in his voice, "Want to sit on my face?" with his tongue touched to his lip again, his free hand working his waistband down enough to palm himself in inviting suggestion for Reeve to keep himself occupied, his knee bent and back arched just enough to suggest he knew where his light was and was definitely milking it. Reeve had been stealing his tricks far too effectively, he had to make sure Reeve knew he was in the presence of the master. "If that's not your thing, we can explore our options. The product range is limited, but very customizable."

"Very good," Reeve agreed through the lightness of his laughter. What a showman the other was, that little jump and resulting bounce was just silly enough to make Reeve not feel so bad about his clumsiness. Once they were settled he reached out to haul his pants the rest of the way off and toss them aside.

Only then did he consider the other man's question. It was an invitation any sane man should embrace, but his eyes were also on Tony's hand, where it was going, what it was doing. If Tony was a master of anything, it was of putting on a show.

"The product range is only as limited as our creativity, Tony. And right now my creativity is pointing out there is more than one mouth that could be occupied in delightful pursuits."

As if to underline what he meant, his own hand moved over Tony's stomach, and then slid right on down to push Tony's hand aside and replace it. It had been so long since he'd had his hand on Tony like this, and he wanted to feel the other man, to be certain that this was all as much of a rush for Tony as it was for him.

"Would that be... agreeable?"

Tony was about to argue that he was it, he was the product that Reeve was supposed to be paying attention to and not getting creative about anything else he could be using right now to come all over, but, as ever, he phrased Tony's offer better than Tony could hope to manage. He got the spirit, 'delightful pursuits', how reliably poetic. "Delightfully pursue your ass over here, you fucking nerd," was how Tony said that out loud, the bite of it undercut by the dip of his voice into a purr as he gladly let Reeve take him in hand. With his freed, he twisted to reach both arms around Reeve's hips and drag him to meet Tony where he could playfully chew at the flesh on Reeve's thigh and hip that he could reach, sealing the drag of his teeth over Reeve's skin with a sucking kiss.

Come now, Tony, each man has their own way of captivating. But Reeve definitely didn't mind the snark it earned him. He would have said something in response were his mouth not occupied by his moaning as Tony's teeth came into play. Clearly Tony remembered what had set Reeve off before.

Which meant that Reeve had to get more active in the game as well. Which in this case meant wrapping his hand around Tony and starting a light, teasing stroke.

"You don't waste time, do you?"

"You do, you bastard," Tony complained with a laugh, squirming and bracing a heel on the mattress as though that would gain him more purchase in Reeve's fist. The hand around Reeve's back dug into his side, the other fitting between his thighs to spread them enough for Tony to press his fingers into the sensitive joint of his hip along his groin, trying to bring him closer yet instead of relegating Tony to biting his way up his flank in this position. This was definitely a waste of time, and not his style, as Reeve noted, so Tony asked, "Are you trying to get me to manhandle you?" as though he didn't already know that answer. He sat up before Reeve tried to, pushing his hand away to shove him flat on his back on the bed and swing his own leg over his chest to pin him down with his knees over Reeve's shoulders, regretting once he got there that he didn't give Reeve the chance to share with Tony how he would have phrased in his lyrical way, 'fuck me up'. So he paused there, one hand combing carefully through Reeve's hair before curling close to his scalp to hold his head back against the bed, and raised his eyebrows expectantly for an answer.

"Perhaps," Reeve agreed. "But I like the build up. The power play."

There's a lot to be said about power in bed. The act of taking it, or giving it away, could be truly intoxicating. And soon they were in a whole new position, with Reeve looking up at Tony with wide eyes. This wasn't what he was expecting. And he definitely didn't have leverage, in this position to do anything about it.

"As much as I love your strength, I was taking a moment to admire your body. I barely had a chance last time," he admits, thought the brightness of his eyes may have said how much he liked the position. His hands even came up onto Tony's hips, gripping them firmly as if to hold him still.

"I had hoped for us both to have full mouths, but this could work well. Would you like this, Tony? Me just here for your use?"

Reeve had much more patience for that power play than Tony did, clearly, because Tony felt like Reeve pulling him through that door had happened approximately a decade ago already and Reeve was taking his sweet fucking time fighting back now, letting all of that power coil anxiously up Tony's spine in anticipation for the riposte. He wasn't sure how much he loved 'use', making him hesitate, but the thrill he could read in Reeve's face made him lean forward to brace the other hand over his head, rocking his hips forward to test the resolve of Reeve's hold on him or if he would let Tony slide into his mouth. "I'm not stopping you, sweetheart," he insisted in a challenging growl.

Sweetheart? The term earns just the briefest flash of displeasure form Reeve. But he wasn't going to leave something like that to ruin the encounter. So instead he let up on his grip on Tony's hips, licking his lips briefly and thus letting his tongue flick over Tony's length before he let his lips part fully. And yes, he absolutely lets the other man press into his mouth. closing his eyes as he lets his tongue stroke over the head of the cock in his mouth.

It's been a while since he's done this, but it's quite clear from the pleased him he gives, it's not something unfamiliar.

Was Tony still not supposed to be doing nicknames? He really didn't have confidence in where this relationship stood, but he was ready right now to use that irritation from Reeve to provoke him into snarling and maybe snapping like he had done at Cloud--in a second, maybe a minute, the impulse melted entirely in the welcome heat of Reeve's mouth, leaving Tony watching Reeve between his thighs with half-lidded wonder as he nudged experimentally forward and pressed his knuckles into the mattress to tug Reeve's hair and hip his head further back to open him more for Tony. "That's beautiful. What were you waiting for? Trying to drive me crazy?," he was muttering, then, quieter, "Let me know you're liking it, let me hear you. Tell me when you want me to stop."

Other nicknames, perhaps. That one was a specific no, and not even Tony's fault. But explaining at this moment would ruin the mood, and Reeve wouldn't do that. Later he could tell Tony that if he wanted to call Reeve something, it needed to not be that one word. Too much baggage. For not, he hums happily when Tony asks, as if to confirm that yes, he had been trying to drive him crazy. Which wasn't entirely true, but it was true enough.

He lets Tony guide his head, and when he takes more of Tony into his mouth he starts to suck. Meanwhile his hands slid up from Tony's hips to instead caress over the man's stomach, his fingers feather light. Even now, even like this, he can tease and madden a man if he really wanted to. Practice always made perfect in some areas, and this was one of them.

Tony's other hand tightened in the blankets over Reeve's head as the tension thrummed through his whole body, the muscles of his stomach, jumping under Reeve's touch with the tickle of his fingertips, already tight and twitching from holding himself up and restrained to a carefully shallow rock of his hips. His head dropped, hanging down with eyes barely open to black slits, still watchful like Reeve's mathematically angular face was his meditative study. He wanted Reeve to touch more of him, and to sink deeper into him, and mostly to be able to curl around him and kiss his gratitude into the slop of his brow and notch of his jaw, but was restricted to absently muttering his affection in a breathless stream that he barely heard himself.

There may not have been much in the way of real words when Tony speaks, but Reeve is still captivated. Still enamored with every noise he can draw forth. That sort of senseless noise was its own reward, and one Reeve delighted in.

He wants to smirk as he pulls back from Tony, pulling more of his mouth off of Tony so his tongue could work at tracing the crown. So his tongue could drag heavily over the thick vein on the bottom. So his cheeks can hollow as he sucks heavily on the tip before moving forward to take as much of Tony into his mouth that he can once more.

Meanwhile his hands are busy. One moves further up Tony's body, still teasing until it finds a nipple. That just provokes a new game for him, the pad of his thumb flicking roughly over it. The other hand was busy going down and back, getting a good handful of Tony's ass and massaging it. It's a beautiful body that is pinning him down, and Reeve intended to enjoy the feel of each part of it.

The meditation was disrupted by the glide of Reeve's tongue, and compared to the burning rod of his tense spine or the intoxicating attention of Reeve's mouth, Tony's hand felt numb as he untangled it from Reeve's hair to feel down his cheek and stroke a thumb along his lip. Tony rocked anxiously back into his hand, only to twitch forward again into the heat of his mouth, his muttering becoming shapeless and shamelessly loud, panting moans that cut abruptly with a sharp gasp as his hand snapped away from Reeve's face to grab him around the arm, dragging his attention away from Tony's chest. Too close, time for an adjustment. Still holding Reeve's arm, Tony shifted his balance back carefully to take Reeve's hair by the forelock this time in the other hand and ease him off as Tony hissed, "Stop, stop." It felt like he had to unlock every joint individually to rock himself to the side and off of Reeve's shoulders cautiously, dropping heavily onto his ass where he could lean his back against the cool wall and try to catch his breath.

Well that was not the expected outcome. Reeve's mostly shocked speechless by the sheer... insistence of the brakes Tony has applied. With the clear indication to stop, Reeve pulls back off of Tony and watches as the man rolls away to breathe. Reeve rolls onto his side, propping his head up on a hand, and watches the other.

"And that would be a red card on the play?"

Tony shook his head, mouth still open to worry his lip anxiously with his tongue and pant through the adrenaline spike panic, heady pleasure combustive reaction, one hand caged over his heart with his nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt. With the other hand, he gestured with curled fingers for Reeve to get close and join him again, where Tony could kiss him through his anxiety and try to reassure Reeve that he hadn't done anything wrong at all. "Just didn't want to see you with come up your nose," he tried to excuse and wheezed a laugh.

Reeve... doesn't buy it. Not for a second. That wasn't the way a man that close should react. But at the same time, he doesn't call Tony on the lie. Better that he just accept it and move forward when Tony pulls him close.

And if the kiss Tony gets when he pulls Reeve close is light and sweet, well, it's all Reeve can give right now. His fingers come up to tease slowly through Tony's hair and he nods along to the lie.

"That's very polite of you. Should I take the rest of your pleasure in hand?"

That gentle kiss and touch through his hair were enough for Tony to release a slow, even breath, and he brought both hands up to frame Reeve's face to keep him near, walking his fingers through Reeve's beard along his jaw while Tony found his equilibrium in Reeve's comfort. "I thought I'd try it out. Don't expect it to happen again. One time thing," he muttered blithely about his politeness, his smile a slant against Reeve's lips, trying to buy himself a moment to think through what he actually wanted and shifting up onto his knees. He should have kept Reeve on the table, there would have been far less chance for Tony to disrupt them like this. "Touch yourself again for me. Let me see you," he suggested, drawing back enough with a guarded look to watch for Reeve's reaction to Tony trying to get him to keep his hands to himself.

Sex, Reeve had learned in the past, wasn't a thing of perfection. Even when you came at it with a plan, even when both partners knew exactly what the other wanted, things happened. It was natural. They were human, they were mercurial creatures. So really, he doesn't mind. Adapting is part of what they do. And in the moment, there is value in just seeing Tony relax some.

"I'll take the kindness you bestow then," he promises, smirking to himself. "You're really liking that smooth jaw, aren't you? The barber that did it is really talented. Quick with his hands."

Joke made he moves back when Tony does. And, when prompted, just nods.

"You're welcome to join in if the spirit moves you," Reeve assures him as he shifts a bit on the mattress, moving to lay himself out again. It takes some doing to make sure that he's got space from tony, but that Tony will be able to see what he does. What can he say, Reeve likes an audience from time to time. And this time he starts with a hand picking up from where Tony interrupted him earlier. Reeve's fingers trail over his own ribs and slide slowly down toward his stomach.

"You want to see. I want to hear. Talk to me, Tony. Let me hear your voice."

That weird departure made Tony slouch down, dejected at the loss, but his expression was more bemused as Reeve found his position and Tony tracked him with an inquisitive smile at the phrase. If the spirit moves you...? It was catalogued but not pursued, though, because Tony only waited long enough for Reeve's prompting to follow him to where he had settled, tucking his hands between his knees where they pressed close to Reeve's side and Tony could closely evaluate Reeve's progress. "I didn't say I wanted you to go away," he pointed out, hoping Reeve hadn't done so because Tony kept on doing things to make him feel rejected, and he dropped the teasing tone to add more sincerely, "Sorry." Indicating with his chin, eyes on Reeve's hand, he gestured for him to continue, that part was exactly what Tony had meant, then said, "How long do you think I could just watch you do this? Please. It's like you don't know what a work of art you are." He bowed over his knees then, pressing his first kiss to where Reeve's fingertips at touched first, and let his lips glide obediently in their path across Reeve's ribs.

He hadn't wanted Tony to be dejected, but how could a man not feel rejected, given the situation going on? Tony's running hot and cold, back and forth, almost faster than Reeve can follow. But he takes the apology without remark, instead letting his fingers trail over his own stomach, making lazy patterns. Does he expect Tony to follow them with his lips? No. Not at all.

"Frankly? I think you could watch for a grand total of three seconds. But I think if I were a work of art, you'd be better at keeping your hands off of me. They don't like that, in museums."

"Oh, that's generous of you," Tony was mumbling with a laugh at Reeve's estimation of the limit of his patience as Reeve continued. He did make a valiant effort of tracing after Reeve's touch, letting the tip of his nose skim over his skin and lingering occasionally to lick kisses along the lines of Reeve's muscles until his hand drifted close enough to follow again, pressing both of his own between his thighs where he tried to trace the last path of Reeve's tongue with his thumb. "I believe you'll find I'm well within those parameters," he purred. "Practically a curator."

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are we allowed to just abandon the brackets???

hell yeah if we both want it, though that was a brainless morning typo

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