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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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."

"Prove me wrong if you think I am," Reeve about coos at the other man, enjoying the trailing of kisses and touches. The licks earn actual light gasps even, and he feels no shame about them either.

With Tony busy mimicking, well, Reeve needs touched. He just can't hold back from it anymore, and his hand slips further down his stomach, to finally take himself in hand and start a slow and ultimately unsatisfying pace.

"And am I part of your collection?"

The implications of a collection Tony might have weren't super comfortable coming from Reeve, and Tony shifted and took his time following Reeve's hand down his body, freeing one of his own arms to brace on the other side of him as Tony tipped onto his hip to lay across Reeve's thighs. He only glanced up briefly to meet Reeve's eye then before bowing back to his attentive mirroring of Reeve's touch. Little busy, he'd have to answer later. He mouthed his way up Reeve's shaft, nosing eagerly as he met his knuckles then before pressing his tongue flat to Reeve's skin and sighing a hot breath between his fingers, come on, what next?

Come now, it was a suitable line to offer when someone was calling themselves a curator. But Reeve lost the very idea of it as he dealt with the touch of Tony's mouth. His lips parted in a voiceless moan at the press of tongue, Reeve's whole body shuddering and pressing up, seeing more of that heat. And, realizing that nothing more was coming without guidance, Reeve started to stroke himself with a little more vigor, focusing on letting his thumb play over the head.

"Fuck, Tony, how quick IS that mouth of yours?"

Another hot breath came in a laugh at that question, and he could barely cut his eyes meaningfully Reeve's way, not sure the champ who let Tony fuck his face while flat on his back had to be doling out any compliments. Maybe Tony should have taken more time to make that clear while he was busy panicking instead of appreciating Reeve's attention. He apologized again in a slow kiss, sucking the salty bead from the slit of Reeve's cock before swallowing him to follow the stroke of his hand down. He could feel more than see the movement of Reeve's thumb as they moved back up together, and tried to follow it with the tip of his tongue, sealing it together with Reeve's length in his lips as he took him into his mouth again. He did obediently follow Reeve's rhythm for a remarkably long time, for Tony, purring and murmuring around him as his own hand mirrored the strokes on himself, until his heel was digging into the bed and toes curling with some frustration with Reeve's control. As he sank down against Reeve's knuckles then, he didn't draw back to invite him up again, holding long enough with his cheeks hollowed and tongue curling slowly to wrestle that power back that he had graciously offered, so Reeve's hand was following his movement as he drew back up.

With age came control. Or was that not true in Tony's situation? Oh well, some geniuses were just all go all the time, and that was decidedly not Reeve. After all, he was a genius in so very few fields, and mostly just a man that focused on getting things right with a lot of thought and study before starting himself on any given path. Except this one. There had been so little thought into either of his encounters with Tony. Tony was something that just made him react, which was probably not very smart, but it was what it was and he moved on with it.

But this wasn't about control, not at this moment. All thoughts of control slid from Reeve's mind when Tony paused for that long, powerful suck. Reeve's hand slid from himself as he tried to push up, push more of himself into Tony's mouth.

"Fuck," he cursed, and his fingers came up to sink into Tony's hair.

"It's quick. Good too. Must you be the best at everything?"

Tony did more than enough impulsive reacting for both of them, on both of their planets; it wouldn't be the way he recommended Reeve live his life. His steady unflappability was one of his most intriguing facets, after all, all the better when it slipped and he was the one to break the arbitrary hands-to-yourself rule and make Tony hum with pleasure for earning that curse. Rule no longer in play, Tony readily spread his hand over Reeve's hip where he could stroke his thumb down the delicate skin from the base of his cock. The question sounded like enough of a challenge to Tony to let Reeve fall from his mouth for a laugh, and he replied, "You can try to prove otherwise." The determined shift of his shoulders warned that Tony wasn't going to make that easy on Reeve, though, taking him back between his lips swallow him ruthlessly like he could draw the blood out of Reeve's brain before he could even set a plan of attack.

"Can't... can't think," Reeve pants out as Tony gets back to the action. Wasn't it enough that it felt like all the blood was there anyway? No? Dammit.

Reeve's fingers clenched and unclenched in Tony's hair, shaking at the attention.

"Tony, I'm... I'm getting there, darling."

Was that a warning or a promise? Reeve still managed to be incredibly sweet, and Tony wouldn't have been wasting all of this time messing around all over the room if he knew blowing Reeve would get him to call him 'darling'. He smiled, and shifted over his knee eagerly so that every wanton thrust into his own hand pressed a wet kiss of precome into the blankets and made him sigh. The murmurs of pleasure only hitched briefly as he took as much of Reeve into his mouth as he could manage, then sucked off far too slowly for Reeve's shaking fingers, working him in his fist as Tony tipped his head back into Reeve's hand, trying to get his attention to make a swift decision about Tony's obscenely, invitingly open mouth, tongue sprawled from his bruised lips to press hotly against Reeve's head.

A warning, but provided Tony kept up what he was doing, a promise as well. But it was clear to him that Tony knew what he wanted out of this, and Reeve was not going to deny him when Tony cleared wanted to cash the check his mouth had written. Which, of course, was a thought Reeve groaned over because damn he hated himself for even thinking that.

And there it was, too close to stop, and with Tony being so inviting, Reeve moves. His fingers clench tighter in Tony's hair, wanting to push him back down, and resisting the urge. That would hardly be polite.

"Finish what you started, Tony. Please."

Edited (because you shouldn't start a tag and then walk away for an hour.) 2020-07-29 19:58 (UTC)

What happened to darling? For all of Reeve's little polite gestures, Tony could hear that impatience, making him smile again as he tried to weigh the tease of it against his own. That was a foolish gambit, his own impatience was always going to win out without a firmer hand in control of it, and Tony wasn't about to deny please or the urgent heat in his gut to swallow every drop Reeve had to give him, and although he pushed insistently into the tug at his hair for Reeve to try to be a little more honest around his flowery language, Tony did get the message. He took Reeve into his mouth, tipping his forehead down onto Reeve's belly where he spread his hand as well to feel the twitch of his muscles and roll of his breath through his body.

In this moment Reeve's a mess of nerves all screaming for attention, all basking in Tony's talents. Which were ample, VERY ample. Enough to make quite a few guys jealous. Reeve? Not jealous, not while he's on the receiving end of the attention.

It's overwhelming, and not enough. It's a heat that bounds in his head and down in his veins and pours molten fire in his body. At last his fingers curl too tight in Tony's hair, and he might worry about hurting the man. But in the moment he just thrusts further, coming in hot pulses as he shudders under Tony.

There's a moment when he's limp under the other. Just a moment. Before Reeve's hand slips from Tony's hair to stroke his cheek.

"Dear, you better come up here and kiss me. Share and share alike."

Not to mention, he wants his hand on Tony and to help stroke the other off the rest of the way.

Reeve's shudder continued down Tony's spine, and he purred his appreciation for the grip in his hair and the ruthless thrust forcing him to gasp a sharp breath and swallow quickly before he let too much of his hard earned prize drool from his lips onto Reeve's stomach. In the breath Reeve took, Tony very remorsefully eased himself off, taking his time tickling Reeve with sucking kisses while he was still hard and sensitive, but was quick to give it up and move at Reeve's invitation. He dragged himself up his body, hands then elbows already braced by Reeve's shoulders to bow down as he straddled across his waist to press his hard length eagerly against Reeve's stomach, like he could wrap himself entirely around Reeve with his hands carding through his hair as he didn't obey with a kiss so much as the tease of his obscenely dripping tongue between Reeve's lips, his own still curled in a grin.

"You're such a beautiful mess," Reeve whispers before pressing up to cease those lips in a kiss. How dare he be denied. Meanwhile his hand was slipping between their bodies to take Tony in hand, fingers curling firmly around him to start stroking again.

Of course, he's very careful not to let his fingers brush over Tony's chest. Clearly the man had some sensitivities they weren't allowed to talk about.

Maybe they could talk about it, after, after Tony sighed against Reeve's lips and didn't quite meet his kiss, lips still parted but focus on the touch of Reeve's deft fingers, already overstimulated before Reeve was whispering to him and with an eager whine in his throat as he rolled his hips into Reeve. Tony's warning wasn't nearly as cohesive as Reeve's had been, scattered as Tony let his head drop to the side to nose Reeve's jaw up and pant his effusive adoration into Reeve's throat, most words semi-formed and meaningless, and he slid both hands from Reeve's hair, one tightening in the blankets above his head and the other darting past his shoulder like it might join Reeve's between their bodies, only too slow and clutching to Reeve's chest instead as Tony gave his last shameless moan into his skin.

He was laughing almost immediately, a breathless hiss of air that he barely shaped around, "Sorry," but wasn't nearly as fast to move out of the mess he painted on Reeve's chest and his shirt. He slouched into it instead, rocking his hips slowly again with an indulgent shiver, his fingers curling searchingly through Reeve's hair.

An apology? After that showing? Reeve chuckles and shakes his head. What a silly thing to hear. He reaches out, stroking only the side of Tony’s arm. Hard to figure out what was and wasn’t okay. It was a game of red light, redder light.

“Quite alright, darling. I’ll shift myself to find something to clean us up when my legs choose to pay attention again.”

This must have been entirely okay, because Tony hummed his satisfaction at 'darling' surviving Reeve's orgasm, and was obviously reluctant to peel himself away as he kissed his appreciation up the side of Reeve's neck. He did hear that very gentle request, though, and slowly rolled himself out of Reeve's way and onto his back, where he reached to stretch from his fingertips to his toes and every inch the smug cat basking in a strip of sunlight with the bloodbath behind him, gaze even sliding to Reeve like he knew the punishment was coming but had clearly earned this moment of self-satisfaction. It hadn't all been a trick, Tony thought, to test Reeve's new boundaries, but it certainly worked like one, so he must have been working sharp on irrepressible instincts. He did really think he meant a lot of it, and tried to test how much he could even trust that thought out loud, "It's the way you talk to me," as though there had only been a brief intermission that left Reeve stripped and sweating on his bed. "That I appreciate. You're generously kind, and you really don't have to be, I know my ego is more than big enough and you're, honestly, you're just making it worse for everybody else." The smile Tony tried was definitely untrustworthy, so he abandoned it quickly and frowned apologetically for still making a joke when he was trying to be sincere for once. He could have explained how much the kindness meant coming from Reeve, that would have been much better.

“Why would I be unkind?”

Unkind could come later, when he realized how he had been used. In this moment, though, he felt satisfied. Good enough that he didn’t bother moving very far. Except for shifting a touch closer to the other.

“You have no clue how intoxicating you are. To others, perhaps yes. But to me? Not even. There aren’t mean like you around in my world. The combination of what you are is unique. And my taste in women runs a very different route.”

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