Iron-Hawk Short Stories

Jealousy (NSFW)

AN: Enjoy really lazy NSFW

"Jealousy is not a good look on you Stark." Steve Rogers hummed as he picked his glass up from the counter. Stark snapped his head around as he continually leaned against the counter behind him. Annoyance was etched into his face as clear as day.

"I'm not jealous." Tony Stark suddenly snapped as he gripped his glass of whiskey. Rogers chuckled and took a sip from his drink. "Why do you ask that?"

"Because you look like you're ready to shoot somebody." Rogers regarded as he stood beside his friend and glanced over the large crowd. The Avengers had been invited to a charity ball and graciously accepted the offer. Now Stark had begun to regret taking upon that offer. "You could kindly tell them to stop."

"What good will that do?" Stark muttered and drank in anger. He set (almost smashed) his glass on the countertop and continued to glare in disdain. "Who they think they are? He's my boyfriend Steve, why don't they know boundaries?! Who does that? He's mine." Stark bit out, Rogers couldn't help but smile.

"That my friend is called jealousy" Rogers teased, Stark muttered something underneath his breath. In the distance were women quite obviously hitting on Clint Barton. Even men had approached the blonde to obtain his attention for a mere second.

The worse part was either Barton was oblivious enough not to realise or he simply played along.

"I'm going to murder every single one of them." Stark stated as if it were a promise and for a brief moment Rogers believed him.

[HOURS LATER]

"Woah, what's gotten into you?" Barton chocked out as all the air was winded out of him when Stark slammed him against the wall. He was surprised that at the sheer force that Stark could exert. Stark started to press hard kisses against the other man's neck before it turned into biting.

Bites that made the blonde bleed. Bites that would leave marks.

"No one else can have you." Stark breathed momentarily, a moan slipped out of Barton's mouth as Tony continued to press his lips against the other man's tender skin. "You hear me?"

Barton was slightly taken back at Stark's sudden dominating aura. Throughout their relationship Stark always tended to be the more submissive one but this.

It scared the blonde but it scared him in a way that turned him on way too quickly.

"What are you talking about-ngh." Barton moaned as Stark's fingers slipped underneath his pants.

"The ball tonight. People slobbered over you like animals." Stark growled in his ear and stroked Barton's already hardened cock. Clint's breath hitched as his lover's cold fingers touched his skin. "You're mine do you understand me?"

"Are you sure you're-"

"Mine." Stark repeated as if it was the only word he knew. He pulled his hand out of Barton's pants and the blonde almost whined at how much he craved the touch. Stark unbuckled the other man's belt and tugged his clothes away until he wore nothing waist down. "God I can almost smell them on you."

"Tony I-agh." He gasped as Stark stroked his aching cock once again. Barton bowed his head in the darkened room and whimpered with want, no whimpered with need. He knew he needed to come sooner or later and his partner's touch was enough to get him there.

"What? Does it feel good?" Stark smirked and breathed down his neck once again. "I could have you begging for me to let you come. Do you want that?"

Barton didn't realise he could get anymore turned on but he was. Tony's demanding voice, his rough touch and his overall demeanour was enough for Clint to get on his knees and beg.

"I-I just want to come." Barton whispered and leaned his head back against the wall. His back arched as Stark jerked against his hardened cock.

"Do you? I don't think you know you're place though." Tony chuckled. If Barton wasn't desperate he probably would have laughed and said something sarcastic back. But all that came out was a moan.

"I'm yours alright?" Clint breathed, "I-I won't ever be anybody else's but yours."

"Hm? You sure?" Stark grinned and kissed the other man's lips that quivered.

"Y-yes, please just let me come." Barton hated how he begged but loved how easily he submitted to his partner. He had never fallen for anybody so quick. "I'm sorry but please."

There was a moment of thought before Stark responded. "Well since you asked so nicely." Barton came into the other man's hand and panted softly. Stark chuckled and smeared the release on Barton's lips.

Clint swallowed nervously as he glanced up.

"Lick my hand clean." Stark demanded, Clint didn't hesitate and licked the man's fingers even sucked on them like a hungry baby. The taste was something that Barton would never get used to but he didn't care, not right now. As of right now he licked the other man's hand clean as if he had no other choice. "I think I like this submissive side of you Clint."

"I don't know if it's something I can get used to." Barton panted, "But fuck that felt amazing." Tony moved closer so that he could whisper.

"I know it did but if I catch you throwing yourself around again. Trust me, I won't let you come at all." Stark breathed, then turned and walked away. Barton couldn't help but smirk as he pushed himself off the wall.

'I have one hell of a boyfriend.' He thought as he shook his head.