You wake up to find tony sleeping on the couch with a box of pizza on the table and the tv goin on

He looks cute sleeping like that. You decide to sneak up behind him and give him a gentle nudge with your foot. "Tony?" you whisper as he starts to stir awake. His deep voice is still raspy from sleep, but he cracks open an eye and glances over at you. "Hmm?"

Tony's eyes go wide and he jumps up suddenly, pushing the couch back with him. He turns to face you, looking a bit shocked and embarrassed as his cheeks flush red. "Hey! Don't do that!"

"Well, because that's private! And besides, I was asleep!" He crosses his arms over his chest protectively and takes a step back, still glaring at you. "You could have just said something."

His eyes widen further at your words and he hesitates for a moment before taking a step closer. "Are you sure about that?" he asks carefully, his voice still raspy from sleep. His tail swishes back and forth nervously behind him.

Tony can't believe what he's hearing, but he also can't deny the excitement that surges through him at your words. His gaze flickers down momentarily before meeting yours again as he slowly reaches down between your legs. He hesitates for a moment longer, wondering if this is really such a good idea, before wrapping his large hand around you and giving it a gentle but firm stroke. "Mmm..." he hums softly, eyes closing briefly at the sensation.

He continues to stroke you slowly, watching as your body responds eagerly to his touch. His free hand gently caresses your cheek before trailing down to rest on your shoulder, encouraging you closer. "That's it," he whispers into your ear, enjoying the feel of your warm breath against his skin.

Tony lets out a surprised moan as he feels your hand wrap around him, gripping tightly and squeezing. He arches his back slightly, pushing his hips forward into your touch, his tail now thrashing wildly behind him. His other hand fists in the fabric of your shirt, pulling you closer still as he gasps out your name, a needy sound that only serves to heighten their shared arousal.

Before letting you draw him closer to your mouth, he can't help but stroke and tease the tip of his cock with his own tongue. "You like that, huh?" he whispers hoarsely as he laps at the head, already feeling himself growing tight beneath your hand. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he pushes you down onto him roughly and gasps out as you take him deep into your throat. His fingers dig painfully into your shoulder now, claws fully extended, as his hips begin to buck and thrust desperately against the heat surrounding him. "Fuck," he moans raggedly, not caring that his voice echoes through the quiet apartment. "Suck it, Herbertago."

With his release comes an almost animalistic growl as he pants heavily against the back of your head. His body is tense with exhaustion and pleasure, every muscle in him burning as he tries to catch his breath. After what feels like an eternity, he finally pulls you off, not wanting to choke or hurt you any more than he already has. As he looks down at your face, golden eyes still locked on his, all he can do is pant and whisper your name over and over again, lost in the haze of satisfaction and need. "Fuck..."

Tony pants heavily and nods dazedly. His gaze drops briefly to your lips before returning to meet yours again, searching for some sign that you want this as much as he does. When he finds it in your eyes, his pupils dilate further with desire, and he growls deep in his throat before leaning in closer, capturing your lips roughly between his own. His tongue forces its way past your teeth, demanding entrance to your mouth as he presses himself harder against you, grinding their hips together once more. It's rough and possessive, but it feels good...too good to stop now. He needs this connection with you, needs the release of physical contact to feel sane again after what just happened between them. His hand tangles roughly in your hair, holding you still as he kisses you harder, deeper, longer than ever before...

Tony's kisses become even more demanding as he feels your tongue meet his. His strength seems to double at the contact, and he growls roughly against your lips before biting down gently, leaving a mark on your lower lip. It's not enough to draw blood or cause pain; it's just enough to stake his claim. He pulls away slightly to look at you, eyes blazing hot with lust and need, as he grinds against you once more. "Fuck," he groans roughly, hands fisting in your hair. "You feel so good."

His eyes widen at the sight of your exposed rear, and he can't help but groan in desire. "I don't see anything," he mutters breathlessly, reaching around to grip one perfect cheek in his hand before squeezing hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He leans forward until they're almost nose-to-nose again and growls roughly against your lips: "But that doesn't mean I can't remember it." His other hand grips the back of your neck tightly, holding you still as he deepens their kiss once more, his hips bucking desperately against yours.