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Pepper laughs softly; more a chuckle, really, sliding her hands up his neck and into his hair, nails scratching his scalp ever so lightly even as she smiles sweetly at the kiss to her cheek. She pulls back just a little, meeting his eyes for a moment before leaning back in to kiss him again. This time, it's far from sweet and soft-- it's deep and hungry, sliding her tongue to meet his and humming low from her throat.

His lips part the moment her hands move into his hair, breath quickening at those gentle scratches. When she pulls back to meet his eyes, they're tellingly dark, and he doesn't hesitate to lean into her kiss with his entire body, meeting her satisfied noise with a low rumble from his chest. Words are apparently beyond them now and he can't find it in himself to complain. Tony's fingers dig into her waist and he abandons any and all restraint, putting every thought he's ever had about her and the two of them together into action instead. By the time he has to breathe, he's forgotten where he is or even what his name is, breast heaving as he kisses her in shorter and shorter bursts, unable to completely pull himself away even as his lungs burn in protest.

Pepper's fingers curl into his hair, grabbing the short strands how she can and none too gently, meeting his fervor step by step. She moans lowly into the heated kiss that grows more and more desperate, maybe even a little sloppy. Her hips pick up grinding against his unambiguously, heat coursing through her and centering between her thighs. She drops one dainty hand from his hair when they take a moment to breathe, working to slip it under his shirt at the waist even as they come together in another hard kiss and another after that, short and heated, her teeth nipping at his lip-- and a powerful desire to touch bare skin urging her on.

He moans loudly against her mouth as they grind, already feeling impatient though he'd pledged to draw this out. Maybe they can't, he surmises, breath only quickening that much more as Pepper's fleet fingers dip under his shirt to touch at his chest. His gaze is full to the brim with awe for her, his own rough hands untucking her blouse so they can skate up over her bare spine. The kiss catches him in another scramble to keep up, though he knows it's a race he'll be happy to lose, pressing himself back into the couch cushions so he can feel her over and all around him. It's more intoxicating than it really has any right to be.

Pepper returns his moan with one of her own as his hands slide under her blouse to stroke her bare back, shuddering at the feel of his rough fingers traversing her skin-- it feels amazing, little frissons of pure sensation zinging down her spine and through the rest of her even as she eagerly rests her weight on him, wrists pushing up his own shirt as she slides her hands further up his chest.

"...Does your head hurt still?" she suddenly asks through panting breaths after tearing her swollen lips from his, trying to focus from the maddening heat of desire coursing through her. She doesn't want to risk hurting him, but god, does she just plainly want him.

Tony looks startled by the question at first, eyes widening as she pins him and continues to touch him like it's all she's wanted for some time now. He really wishes he had known before now this was how she felt, but of course, he'd been too dumb to admit his feelings either.

"No," he says too quick, met immediately with sharp throbbing in his temples. It does little to impact his interest, but he had just told her to trust him, so he amends breathlessly, "Maybe a little. Don't worry about it."

But he doesn't want to think about his stupid visions right now, instead working on unbuttoning her shirt, though he can't completely mask the way his fingers minutely tremble.

"Are you sure?" she asks, voice shuddering as she breathes a sigh with a faintest hint of a moan clinging to it at the way his fingers begin unbuttoning her blouse, revealing pale, freckled flesh and a simple white cotton bra underneath with each button that gets undone.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, and that isn't helping the situation any. "I don't want you to get hurt more," she stammers, but neither does she want to stop, her own hands slipping a little on his chest and brushing her fingertips against his flat nipples, unintentionally teasing.

He nods, murmuring "I'm fine," before kissing her briefly though he's not wholly sure if that's even true. It doesn't really matter when they're this close though, breathing turning into sharp pants at her teasing touch, however unintentional. His nibbles pebble up instantly under the onslaught and he starts moving a bit faster, pushing her shirt off and rolling his hips up into hers again so she can feel his unmistakable arousal through his pants. His head bows into her chest as he palms her breasts through the thin fabric, kissing his way down her sternum.

She throws her head back and moans once, short but loud and heartfelt, when he bucks up in between her thighs and gives her another taste of how much this is turning him on, her whole body juddering. Slender fingers brush down his front when she pulls them out from under his shirt, reluctantly; but she has to help shrug off her blouse, leaning up a little and rolling her shoulders back to accomplish this. She bites her lip on a groan when he palms her chest through her bra, nipples hardening into tight peaks from this alone and pushing against the fabric. Her hands delve into his hair as if to hold him to her chest, a soft sigh of pleasure on her lips. "Tony... oh, god."

The way she sighs out his name shouldn't be allowed, his breath coming in pants as she helps him undress her.

"Pepper..." he murmurs back mostly just to hear her name as he continues to work his way down until his lips rest on her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Tony realizes he needs to either get serious about taking their clothes off or continue touching and he doesn't think he can choose, even if logically he knows touching will only be better the less layers they have between them.

His fingers fumble with her pants, attempting to start pulling them down though she's still straddling him. He's usually much smoother at this, or he once was anyway.

She bites her lip on a whimper when his warm lips find her pebbled nipple, torn between the urge to shuck her bra and rid Tony of his own shirt. Equally in agreement that they need to start losing some clothes, she makes her choice, using one hand to unsnap the clasp of her bra while the other grasps the hem of his shirt and start tugging it up at the same time Tony inches her loose-fitting yoga pants past her hipbones. Which is as far as he gets them, for obvious reason.

Pepper can't help but laugh breathlessly in fond amusement at his logic, her bra still clinging loosely to her as she employs both hands now to pull Tony's shirt up and over his head.

The expression he gives her then is nothing short of quixotic, though he's quick to lift his arms in facilitation as he laughs at himself along with her. His shirt hits the ground and he lets out a low, wanton rumble, his hands going to help remove the straps of her bra. There's a softness and care in his touch, even with his eyes nearly blown back with arousal.

"Take it easy on me, huh?" he pleads unseriously while his rough hands run appreciatively down her back until they catch at her hips. In a second, he changes their position, pushing her back onto the couch as gently as he can and falling after her only to catch himself before crashing into her. Tony bites into his lip, out of anything funny to say or really anything to say at all. Kneeling over her now, it's much easier to try and remove her pants, and he works as quickly as he can before moving onto the closure of his jeans, distracted every few seconds by her and this surreal moment. He's trying to stay focused, but it's simply not his strong suit.

Pepper breathes a slow breath through parted lips as they shrug off her bra together, the tip of her tongue moistening the bottom lip as a small tremor runs down her spine, rosy nipples drawing up tighter still at being exposed. She smiles at his quip, something a little dazed and almost drunk in the expression-- but then Tony's grasping her hips and pushing, turning her onto the couch cushions and stealing any retort she may have made, her hair spilling over the edge as her back hits the soft surface.

Her chest heaves with her soft breaths and she smiles anew as Tony slides her pants off, shivering and cooing softly at the intoxicating drag of his rough palms over her smooth skin. Left only in her panties now, her lips curve a bit slyly as she watches him tackle his own jeans, pushing up on her elbows and tipping her head to the side slightly. "Do you need some help, there?"

After a second or two more of fumbling, he gives in, nodding to her offer when he gives up making progress on his own. One hand drops to the couch to hold himself up while the other rests on her hip, taking the slower moment as an opportunity to let his gaze rove down over her body.

"Please," he manages belatedly, breathless just from looking at her.

His gaze is almost like a physical caress all on its own, and Pepper shivers just a little under its warmth, his large hand on her hip like a brand. Smirking a little at his response, she tenses her core muscles, holding her shoulders up by the strength in her abdominals alone as she reaches out with both hands, doing some interesting things to her breasts as they press gently between her upper arms. She undoes the first button of his jeans, then slows down; finding his eyes and popping each consecutive button slowly, suggestively, the dull sound loud in the silent room.

The move draws his gaze to her chest, only realizing he's staring once the first button pops open. Tony expels a tiny noise under his breath, eyes crashing back up into hers as she keeps working. How is this one moment sexier than any intimacy he's shared with anyone up until now? By the time she gets the last button undone he's already fully aroused and breathing hard.

Her fingers brush in a deliberate tease against the hard ridge of his arousal as she undoes the last button, wetting her lips at the sight; her abdomen tightens and it has nothing to do with her pose, knowing she's wet between her thighs already.

"I think you'll have to take it from there," she murmurs, desire pitching her tone into a husky register.

Tony releases an involuntary whimper at the tease, unable to hold himself back any longer. His lips crash into hers roughly, struggling to get his pants down one-handed especially while caught up in the contact, but it's worth it to him not to separate from her for too long. It also presses their bare upper bodies together for the first time, and he moans against her lips, not caring how desperate he's coming across now.

Pepper is hardly any help, her back hitting the cushions again as she flings her arms around his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as she holds him like she's unwilling to let him go, one long leg slipping instinctively about his hip; that definitely doesn't help. She kisses him like she's drowning and he's air, a loosing low noise somewhere between a moan and a whine into the heady kiss at the way their chests press and rub together, her nipples aching and the need within her ramping up.

"Tony-- Tony," she chants raggedly against his mouth, flicking her tongue teasingly against his lip before sinking into another hot kiss, squirming restlessly beneath him.

He wriggles out of his jeans little by little, hardly efficient, but he's losing the ability to think altogether as she clings to him. Tony moans deeply into the kiss, feeling her arousal and a desperation that matches his in the contact. Eventually, his pants and underwear hit the ground, getting tangled in each other somewhere along the way with Tony having zero patience to separate the articles. It's fully an act on instinct when he settles down over her, the thin cotton of her panties the only barrier now as his aching cock presses between her thighs.

"Pepper," he responds moments later, a wanton grumble in the back of his throat as he squirms against her just as restlessly, trying to regain enough brain function to hatch a plan. Though honestly, he's enjoying the messy tilt to the whole affair as their desire keeps them from getting anywhere fast.

The squirming and wriggling only makes the hunger worse, rubbing and shifting against one another with no real friction or satisfaction, but they both seem too desperate and worked up to focus properly. Pepper helps him be rid of his jeans clumsily, not with her hands that are still gripping his body where she can but with one leg, toes pushed against the waistband at his hip in effort to shove them down. An aching throb centers hotly between her thighs, intensifying at the sight of his bare body-- breath whooshes from her lungs on a shuddering, sighing exhale, biting her lip on a whine when he finally covers her again.

She can't stop her legs from wrapping around his hips on similar instinct, nor her own from rolling up, grinding her cotton-covered mound against that beautifully hard cock. The soft cotton gives in easily, but is just enough of a barrier that it keeps the stimulation level down to a mere suggestion; but oh, she tries her best to press that cock between the lips of her labia, to rub her aching clit against its length while short, impatient little noises escape the back of her throat, accompanied by panting breaths.

He feels his body heating up the more they go on like this, beads of sweat running down his forehead and reminding him of the acute ache there. At this rate, he's afraid the moment their truly bare together he'll lose all control, but maybe there's no shame in that. All of this unresolved tension is finally coming to a head and no matter what it would look like to anyone else, this is their moment, and for that it's perfect to Tony already.

"Hold on-" he pleads with her nonsensically, another shudder rippling up his spine at her continued rutting. Somehow, he manages to hold himself up on his elbow to make the space to pull her underwear out of the way, letting out a wanton little gasp at how wet the fabric is. Getting them past her knees is as far as he gets, already pushing two fingers against dripping wet flesh to spread her folds, knowing she doesn't need any excess preparation.

Tony catches her eyes before sliding inside her, not stopping until he's fully seated and their pelvic bones brush against each other. Only then does he reach back to strip her panties from her ankles and let them mingle with the rest of the clothing on the floor. His completion threatens him already, abdominal muscles contracting almost violently with the effort to stay still.

"Fuck," he breathes, blinking a few times though it doesn't help him see at all, leaning in close to press his lips to hers and bask in their connectedness before he dare try to move.

She whines a little desperately at the plead to hold on, truly not thinking she's capable of it; gone from zero to hundred in mere moments and yearning only for one thing. Somehow she manages to hit the breaks long enough to help Tony slip her wet panties down and off of her though she's absolutely, (almost) embarrassingly needy already, moaning at the slip of his rough fingers against her heated flesh and shuddering from head to toe. Her eyelids are heavy and she manages to just about catch his gaze beneath her lashes before her head goes back, digging the back of her skull into the couch cushions on a sharp, noisy cry when he pushes inside of her, gripping his sides and hugging him to her with her legs around around him-- to keep him going despite the small edge of discomfort clinging to her vocalization.

She's slick and sopping wet, but he's big and it's been so long. His girth stretches her, and it burns a little as her body gets used to the intrusion-- and at the same time it feels amazing, her insides throbbing more insistently and her hot, slick flesh gripping him tighter still, pulsing around him. "God," she whimpers and slowly forced her eyes open, panting quick, heavy huffs and moaning anew when their hips bump, Tony's cock balls deep in her. She quivers at the sensation, thighs trembling where they cradle his hips. One of her hands fists in his hair and the other clings to his back, her pussy squeezing him convulsively and drawing a breathy whine from her that she smothers against his lips, struggling to return his kiss amidst heavy breaths.

The way her inner muscles work him threatens to push him over the edge all too soon and he bites down on her lower lip, a little harder than he intends. The tight grip in his hair and her nails at his back only add to the sensation and he's frozen there, suspended as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure hits him hard.

"Sorry, I-" This is going to be embarrassing either way, so he gives in, knowing it will be truly unsatisfying if he just sits back and lets his orgasm envelop him now. Tony breaks their kiss with a wet smack after the smothered murmur, though he does press back in for the briefest second in apology for the unintended roughness. It's all for naught when he collapses on top of her, struggling to gain the leverage he needs to get them both there. "Fuck, sorry."

A flush of true mortification is crawling insistently up his throat and despite all his carefulness, this has completely spiraled out of his control. His hand bites into her hip while the other digs into the couch and all he can do is give in. Tony presses her down and thrusts hard, unable to bring much finesse to the situation. He has mere seconds to act and he's all too aware of it. Just barely, he manages to pull completely out and shove back in, again much rougher than he wanted for their first time. It's over quickly, but he makes it three turns before giving a hoarse cry and burying his face in her throat, emptying his seed deep inside her.

His arm coils around her in a final apology, nudging his pelvis against her clit in the hopes she'll come belatedly alongside him despite his premature arrival. Tony presses soft, loving kisses to the side of her face and throat as he's milked for everything he has, determined to remain inside her as long as he physically can.

The way she's shuddering is an indication of her own lack of stamina, a low mewl of desperation pushed against his lips in lieu of proper response to his apologies. The roughness doesn't seem to deter her much, recognizing his distress and, on another loud cry at that first, hard thrust, rocks her hips into his to help her own arousal along-- this wouldn't last long, but with some luck... it's not the most comfortable ride, but the minute edge of pain actually serves to push her forward that final bit she needs to hurtle over the edge after him, hands gripping him hard as she pulses hotly around him.

That... was not the most involved, most elegant or most satisfying session ever, but an orgasm is an orgasm-- she has no complaints about that. In hindsight, they were clearly both way too wound up for anything more.

It just means they'll have to try again later, hopefully with better results.

Neither could she ever have any complaints about this gentle closeness, humming quietly in pleasure at the soft kisses he peppers against her skin as the shivery aftershocks course through her body, her flesh fluttering gently about his softening cock. Stroking his hair infinitely more tenderly now, she tips her chin up and turns his face with her other hand so she can press her lips to his in a soft kiss.

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