dyou ever think abt tony and handjobs?? like hes a creator.. he works with his hands... they have to be mad talented right?? and also, from his time at MIT surrounded by gorgeous ppl and dealing with hormones?? he probably had to jack off a lot. he'd probably jack off once or twice before a date just so later on in the night he doesn't come embarrassingly quickly and can last longer to make sure his date has just as much fun.... srry im just thinking abt steve being wrecked by tony's hands alone
Okay yes this is excellent but also consider:
Steve can’t stop noticing Tony’s hands. The way his fingers fly over his holographic keyboard, how his palms will skim across the planes of the armor when he’s fixing a component. Long, dexterous fingers that are constantly in motion, picking at wires and smoothing across metal.
And Tony touches everything. When he’s thinking or talking, which is all the time, his fingers bounce over nearby surfaces and poke at random objects, skimming arching lines over the textures. When Tony is lecturing them about proper IT security during a briefing, Steve is entranced by the way he gestures, pointed movements which accentuate the elegant curve of his hands.
Later, while he’s explaining to Steve about the new energy storage technology he’s invented, he pats Steve’s arm excitedly to emphasize his point, and Steve can’t even follow what’s he’s saying because he’s so distracted by the feel of Tony’s fingers on his skin. When they’re sat on the sofa bickering about which Star Wars movie is the best, Tony playfully squeezes Steve’s thigh and Steve forget to breathe for a few seconds.
Steve finds himself drawing Tony’s hands most often. He draws the rest of Tony too, and the other Avengers, little cartoons of them in motion or relaxing after a battle. But it’s Tony’s hands that he keeps coming back to, fascinated by trying to capture their restless motion on static paper. He doodles the way Tony will swipe carelessly over his phone when he’s bored in a meeting, or the way his fingers emerge when he strips the armored gauntlets off at the end of a mission.
Then Steve finds himself sketching Tony’s hands in other ways: his fingers teasing across somebody’s chest, massaging the thick muscle of someone’s thigh. And then he’s drawing Tony’s hand wrapped around a cock that looks suspiciously like his own, the reddened head thrusting up between those delicious fingers and leaking cum in messy spurts across Tony’s knuckles.
When he stops and realizes what he’s drawn, Steve has to run off to his bedroom to jerk himself off immediately, desperate for relief and unable to stop thinking about Tony’s hands on him. For days afterwards he can’t so much as glance at Tony’s hands without getting hard. It’s torture.