Сонное голодное добро
Один из моих любимых авторов написал про мою любимую пару прекрасный фик, в котором в полный рост представлена проблема боттомов и топов. Тем, кто не чурается слэша, но при этом почему-то считает, что тот, кто снизу, тот... эээ... кагбэ недомальчик девочка, - читать обязательно. Тони и Стив вам все расскажут. И покажут. 
Такие фики надо включать в список "маст хэв" для тех, кто хочет разобраться с мифами и реальностью относительно раскладок и прочей шняги в пейринговании, ящитаю.
Тизер
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The fifth time Steve tried to get Tony to fuck him – and failed – he started taking it personally.
He was probably overreacting. After all, it wasn’t like Tony was kicking him out of bed or anything. In fact, Steve had done the math, and he’d had more sex in the four months he and Tony had been together than he had in the entire rest of his life combined. Which, might have said a lot about the life Steve was living before he met Tony, but said a lot more about Tony himself. The man was irresistible. Steve could barely keep his hands to himself on the best of days and Tony was… god he was so sensual. So immersed in whatever he and Steve were doing together that it was dizzying. Steve found it more than a little arousing to have a man who could be two people at once, run half the world and then save it for good measure, all while inventing new and amazing things without missing a beat, focused so intently on him. The look in Tony’s eyes when they zeroed in on Steve, when Tony gave Steve his full attention, something he rarely gave anyone or thing, including the imminent end of the world at times… well, it was no wonder Steve was happy to try and put that look on Tony’s face as often as possible.
И персонально от меня - прекрасная строка:
It was lucky Steve was quite ridiculously in love with Tony, because it was at times like this that it became the only thing keeping him from strangling the man.
Исчерпывающе.
Вот сам фик
Такие фики надо включать в список "маст хэв" для тех, кто хочет разобраться с мифами и реальностью относительно раскладок и прочей шняги в пейринговании, ящитаю.
Тизер
: The fifth time Steve tried to get Tony to fuck him – and failed – he started taking it personally.
He was probably overreacting. After all, it wasn’t like Tony was kicking him out of bed or anything. In fact, Steve had done the math, and he’d had more sex in the four months he and Tony had been together than he had in the entire rest of his life combined. Which, might have said a lot about the life Steve was living before he met Tony, but said a lot more about Tony himself. The man was irresistible. Steve could barely keep his hands to himself on the best of days and Tony was… god he was so sensual. So immersed in whatever he and Steve were doing together that it was dizzying. Steve found it more than a little arousing to have a man who could be two people at once, run half the world and then save it for good measure, all while inventing new and amazing things without missing a beat, focused so intently on him. The look in Tony’s eyes when they zeroed in on Steve, when Tony gave Steve his full attention, something he rarely gave anyone or thing, including the imminent end of the world at times… well, it was no wonder Steve was happy to try and put that look on Tony’s face as often as possible.
И персонально от меня - прекрасная строка:
It was lucky Steve was quite ridiculously in love with Tony, because it was at times like this that it became the only thing keeping him from strangling the man.
Исчерпывающе.
Вот сам фик
