[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

【Cap...you are hard too. 】

Tony felt like he was floating in nothingness. In the chaos, he seemed to hear a series of gunshots again, but all the outside sounds seemed to be isolated by a layer of frosted glass, lingering in his ears but miles away. Like, he vaguely heard someone pull open the iron door—the key was in his hand, how did that person open it? ——Someone was calling his name, which was a serious and detached surname, but that person called it very clearly, as if he was really anxious.

The man pressing on him was pushed away abruptly, and the hand that was locked around his neck was also torn away. A large amount of air rushed into his lungs in an instant, causing Tony to choke and cough while covering his neck. The visitor seemed extremely furious. He directly grabbed the black man by the neck and threw him against the wall, breaking his neck without hesitation.

Tony lowered his head drowsily, and the opponent's silver and blue shield came into his sight, as if it was the last piece of the puzzle in his memory.

Bad relationship but trusting.

Disdainful yet involuntarily dependent.

That is--

"Hey, buddy, are you okay?" The other party looked anxious, nervous but gentle to check the wound on his body. He can always control the quadruple power very well, whether it is against the enemy or against his companions .

"Cap..." Tony lowered his head and said softly, and found that his voice was so hoarse that it was hardly his own, but that didn't prevent him from laughing hoarsely, "Hey, miss me?"

"It's me, I'm glad you can still recognize me." Steve said, but his subordinates were still checking, and he was slightly relieved when he found that although Tony looked bad, there was no fatal wound , "Every time your life hangs by a thread, I miss you especially."

"You're right, it's really useless when I'm not wearing armor."

Steve heard Tony say this, and just about to explain, he heard the other party speak the next paragraph, and then he was frightened and almost lost all language ability. Tony Stark said in a hoarse voice: "Captain, thank you for saving my life and my ass, but I'm very sorry... Although it's a bit out of date, I was injected with a stimulant that I don't know how many times, and I'm so excited now, would you mind switching to the stimulant?" For the past 10 minutes, let me and my right hand go first?"

Steve felt that he couldn't keep up with Tony's rhythm, but he quickly grasped the key words and responded quickly: "Mind."

"Hmm...Rejected." Tony smiled, and then coughed a few times, not only those black people, but also the precarious adrenaline had already caused his lower body to react, and it was very uncomfortable to be stuck in his jeans. The thinking is actually very simple - if there is no danger to life, he can at least solve the physical danger.

As for shame, Tony Stark flushed it down the toilet 800 years ago, but at least he remembers the arena full of cameras, dragging the captain into the shadows in the iron gate passage .But other than that, he didn't seem to have the slightest problem masturbating in front of his teammate who had just saved him, panting as he unzipped his tight pants.

When Steve heard the sound of the zipper, he froze for a moment, completely lacking the composure of pulling the shooting sniper up and throwing him against the wall with one hand just now—in fact, if Steve had to choose, he might prefer Go out and face the bullet a little bit.

Tony curled his lips, he could see that Steve was embarrassed, very embarrassed, he didn't know where to put his nervous hands and feet, and he didn't know why, Captain America's pale pink ears and pretending calm attitude made him It was getting harder, Tony looked at the light-blond hair hanging down on the other side, his mind was full of soft bubbles, and he seemed to have lost all thinking ability, so he followed his most honest thoughts: "Captain, you Mind if I kiss you?"

Steve almost reflexively: "Mind!"

"Well, dismissed twice..." The last word was swallowed into the overlapping lips of the two, Tony grabbed Steve by the collar, and quickly eliminated the last distance between the two, he smelled each other The standard scent of soap in the hotel was very mild, but it confused his mind even more and made him harder.

Steve seemed to want to push him away, but Tony snorted when he touched his injured left arm, and he let go immediately.

It's so gentle, Tony bit the tip of the other's tongue and sighed, it's so cute... the cuteness made him want to push forward even more, so he reached out and touched the other's hand: "Captain, help me..."

The poor experience Steve had had wasn't enough at all, and it wasn't too embarrassing to see a fellow soldier handjob in the military in the past, which wasn't very common, but it barely counted as one of the things he recognized. Scope, but kissing is clearly out of it at all - or has society turned upside down during the 70 years he's been frozen?Has it become normal etiquette to have a tongue kiss with a companion once in a while?Steve thought of a group of comrades in the Avengers, and quickly overturned this kind of cranky thinking with chills. This is definitely not a normal phenomenon, but Tony Stark has obviously never been in the common sense.

Tony's lips were hot and hot, as if he was going to burn out all his sanity, Steve asked in a daze, "What?"

Tony's beautiful brown eyes shimmered, his lips pressed against Steve's lips, and his voice was almost breathless: "I said... cum on me, okay?"

Steve is actually a very restrained person, including sexual desire. He never knew that a word can hook him. He almost lost control. He should have calmly stopped this inexplicable incident. This place is definitely not suitable for heat There was still a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the passageway, but he just watched Tony almost connivingly taking his hand to wrap his penis.

Tony felt refreshed. Steve's hands were slender and knuckle-knuckle, wide enough to wrap his whole dick, and there was a thin layer of hard calluses on the palm of his hand, which made him feel sore and refreshed. He was almost He groaned with a weeping sound: "Um... aha, captain... move..."

Steve ignored Tony's request, and just watched Tony close his eyes and lean his neck up. The bruises left by that guy just now are still there, deep circles, like shackle marks, which almost made him The scar where Tony lost his life almost aroused his anger again. He raised his free hand and touched it lightly. Tony flinched obviously and opened his eyes. He seemed to be Sensitively aware of Steve's unhappiness, he half-closed his eyes and smiled slightly, like a cunning cat, said in a lazy and deliberately protracted tone: "Don't be jealous, Cap, I can let you You tie it up with a collar to cover up all these marks..."

Tony was deliberately misinterpreting what he meant, but Steve found that he couldn't control himself from falling into that imagination, and he tightened his hand on Tony's lower body in retaliation, and the other party immediately bit the back of his hand and moaned: "Uh...um...so comfortable...Captain, move again..."

With Steve's vicious cooperation, Tony came out trembling very quickly. He leaned against the wall panting, his legs almost collapsed, and Steve's erection was still on the side of his thighs. But he felt that the person on him wanted to pull away, and he grabbed the other person's sleeve: "Cap, you are hard too..."

Steve was surprised to see Tony knelt down naturally, trying to unbutton his pants, he reached out and pushed Tony's shoulder: "Stark, you don't have to..."

Captain America is Joan of Arc in some ways, Tony once thought he couldn't take off his underwear even if someone tied him to a cross, but in fact now he, Tony Stark, took it off, anyway This made him so excited that Tony didn't wait for Steve to finish his sentence and had his cock in his mouth, and then realized that he didn't know if it was worth celebrating. He was really fucking big, and he almost Unable to control the spit from the sidelines: "...men who talk too much are not nice, man."

Steve rolled his eyes: "I think this sentence is more suitable for you."

"Maybe?" Tony didn't think too much about it, and he wasn't in the mood to talk. After all, his mouth is full now, and his mind is like a mess. He has completely ignored everything. The bomb is counting down. Or Moriarty or something... He just wanted to concentrate on sucking on the cock in his mouth, so that Mademoiselle Joan with a big cock looked a little more excited, instead of always looking bored and calm.

Steve obviously didn't have much experience in this area, and he was soon forced into a heavy gasp. Tony rarely gave a blowjob, but he felt that this sound made him more excited and made him want to take it deeper in his mouth. Something licked down my throat.

Steve looked at Tony, who was kneeling between his legs, and had to admit that this was a very tempting scene. The corners of Tony's smoky eyes looked like he had been crying, and the contact between his lips and tongue and the cock made a lewd sound of water, overflowing Precum and drool were all over Tony's chin, looking almost naughty.

Tony remained in one position, feeling his licking tongue was sour, the other party finally started to want to ejaculate, Steve's hand stroked Tony's sweaty forehead, and his thumb slid between his forehead : "Hey, step back...a little bit."

It is not Tony who will listen to his words. While rubbing his erect penis again, Tony even deliberately sucked heavily on the side of the penis that is on the verge of firing, feeling the thing in his mouth bounce, and then the thick white It shot right into his mouth, and part of it even went straight down his throat.

Choking on the massive amount of fluid, Tony moved away a bit so the rest of the goo shot was all over his chin and even on his goatee, looking awful and erotic.

The moment Steve ejaculated, Tony also ejaculated again, because of his excessive indulgence, he sat on his knees, gasping for breath in a daze.

Someone held out a hand to him, Tony looked up, and Steve looked so sorry, not just for the last act, but for the whole thing that was out of control... Tony felt his head After a bit of sobriety, the effect of the medicine went down a lot after some intense exercise, and the long-lost rationality returned to Tony's brain, and he finally realized what he had just done belatedly——

God!He fucked Captain America!Well, it seems that I was the one who got screwed worse... But the result hasn't changed!God!He really fucked Captain America! !