heroic_jawline | Stark Industries, Saturday afternoon

"In the lab, Captain," JARVIS informed him kindly, unlocking the door down to it for him.

Because Tony was welding and hearing anything above that was asking too much of him.

"Thanks, JARVIS," Steve murmured with a soft, tired smile, heading for the lab. He found a spot to lean against the wall and watch for a little bit. Steve had a competence thing from way back and watching Tony work was one of his very favorite activities.

Which he got for a few minutes more before Tony was removing the face shield to more closely inspect the results on what appeared to be the breast plate of one of his armors. And then turned to pull up a holographic display to make a small change to.

When he turned back, he finally caught sight of Steve, starting a little before smiling. "When'd you get in?"

"About ten minutes ago," Steve said, smiling back. "You were in a zone. Didn't want to interrupt."

"I get in those," Tony replied, peeling off the thick welding gloves to drop next to the armor. "Not always with dangerous equipment in my hands."

Steve's smile turned fond and lopsided. "I've noticed," he murmured.

Tony held out a hand to him. "Picked up on it, hmm."

"Well, I'm not a genius," Steve demurred, walking closer and taking Tony's hand, clinging just a little, "but I notice stuff."

"Oh, I've had some very intelligent people walk up right behind me when I'm working on something dangerous," Tony said, pulling their joined hand up to kiss the back of Steve's. "Near got me banned from one of the labs at MIT. So, you're infinitely smarter than them."

Steve smiled and swayed a little into Tony. "I'll put it on my resume."

"Hopefully you've put in the effort on your cover letter," he teased, reaching up to just ghost his free hand over the side of Steve's face. Because it'd be rude to get him all dirty with grease and soldering flux.

Steve wouldn't care. At all. He leaned into Tony's hand and closed his eyes. "It was another bust," he murmured.

"I'm sorry," Tony replied, going up on his toes to kiss him on the forehead.

"Yeah," Steve said, blowing out a frustrated breath. "Least we got to blow up a Hydra facility?"

In case you were wondering why he smelled like explosives.

Hopefully he had fun with that part. Blowing up HYDRA bases was the best.

"You'll find him. Or he'll come in from the cold when he's ready," Tony said, messing up Steve's hair with a little engine grease as he bushed it back off his face.

Steve nodded. "My brain knows," he murmured.

But his heart got bruised every damn time. "This seemed like a good lead. He'd probably been there a month back."

"You're getting closer then," Tony replied, tugging him to one of the work benches to sit down.

Steve sat down a little heavily and nodded again. "I hope so," he said. "Or I'm really starting to delude myself."

Tony sighed and pulled him in for a hug, one hand on the back of Steve's neck comfortingly. "Is hope delusional?"

Steve hugged him back. "I like to think that the answer is no," he said.

"Hope is what gets us through bad times." A beat. "And stubbornness. Which I know for a fact you have in spades."

Because gentle teasing mixed with overly emotional discussions was how they rolled.

That startled a chuckle out of him and he nudged his shoulder against Tony's. "Need it to keep up with you. Other Tony says hello. I saw him when I dropped the jet off."

That eared him a little kiss on the cheek as Tony looped both arms around Steve's waist to lean back against.

"Did the play-date go well between the two of you?" he asked because that was infinitely easier than thinking about the strange differences between their worlds in that regard.

"Better than it has before," Steve said with a little smile. "I don't know if that's because Bruce was there or I speak better Stark now. I could almost follow what he was saying about the new AI advancements he was working on."

Lots of robots, apparently. Surely that won't go wrong.

"He didn't mention anything called Technovore, right?"

Because that was the only thing that went wrong for Tony. Oh, and the time his armor became sentient and tried to kidnap him because it just loved him so much. It wouldn't have to break your arm if it didn't love you so much, Tony.

Yeah, Marvel wasn't subtle at aaaaall.

"No," Steve said, shaking his head. "Apparently he's thinking of deploying them for mid-level emergencies so we don't get burnt out while SHIELD is still, um, unscrewing itself, I think he put it."

Tony's heart was in the right place?

Tony considered that for a moment. Because it had shades of Ultron to it at the beginning with Hank's guards in the Big House. But without his brainwaves to function as a template, it didn't seem likely to happen there.

"Alright. Make sure he has a kill switch."

Steve nodded. "That's a good idea. I'll also tell Bruce."

He smiled. "I told them about us. Tony shot coffee out his nose. Something about mental images he'll never unsee?"

"Oh, jealous is so ugly," Tony replied with a proper kiss this time.

"You think he's jealous?" Steve said, chuckling. "He's got Pepper."

"I'm supposed to assume everyone is jealous because I happen to think you're amazing," Tony replied with a grin. Then sort of sobered a little. "I don't even know how the other you would have reacted to this."

Possibly with a little jealousy that Tony would take as silent judgement instead.

Steve kissed him again. "He would've been happy to see you happy," he said earnestly.

"...you're happy, right?"

"Very happy," Tony assured him.

"I'm gonna keep checking," Steve murmured.

"I'm picking up on that," he replied, looking over Steve's face carefully.

Steve gave him a fairly unconvincing smile. "I'll be fine."

"In time, sure," Tony said with another gentle kiss.

Steve sighed and leaned in to rest against Tony's forehead. "You weren't supposed to see through me this fast."

He wasn't upset about it, really. It was kind of...nice, actually. Huh.

Tony smiled faintly, leaning back against him. "Want me to try again?"

"No," Steve murmured, pulling him close. "It's nice to be seen."

Tony brushed his fingers through his hair again. "Want to eat way too much ice cream and watch cartoons?"

"I really, really do," Steve said. "You at a good stopping point?"

"It'll hold until tomorrow," Tony promised. "I'm just tweaking a few things."

Steve leaned in and kissed him again. "I need a shower first," he said.

"Shower and I will order us some Thai food and break out the ice cream for you," Tony said with a playful little shove. "I'm sure you're starving."

"And that's why I love you," Steve said, smiling at him fondly and getting up off the bench. "Give me ten minutes."

"Because I feed you, I know," Tony replied, standing up as well to give him a smack on the ass. "J, sweetheart. The usual order."

"Of course, sir."

Steve jumped a little, then gave him a grin. "You could use a shower too."

Subtle like a brick, that Steve Rogers.

"Is that so?" Tony was okay with the lack of subtly for some strange reason. He hooked a finger onto Steve's belt to just hold onto for now.

"You've got a little smudge right here," Steve said, wiping at Tony's cheek.

Tony turned his head to follow Steve's hand. "Then I guess I should shower too."

"I'm very persuasive," Steve agreed, tugging him towards the bathroom.

Tony had to laugh at that as he followed, pleased and not mocking. "That you are."

Steve started the water as just a hair short of stupidly hot--he wasn't a fan of cold water for many, many reasons--and leaned back against the sink as he stripped his dirty shirt off. "I missed you," he admitted softly.

Tony took immediate advantage of Steve's bare skin, pressing a kiss against his collar bone. "I missed you too," he admitted.

Steve wrapped his arms around Tony and pulled him in tightly, sighing with a little bit of relief at the contact.

Tony moved one hand up to cup Steve's chin so he could kiss him again slowly. "I2ts alright. Relax with me."

Steve took a shuddering breath. "Sorry," he whispered, leaning into Tony's forehead.

"Nothing to be sorry about," Tony replied, kissing him again as he slowly worked on unfastening Steve's pants. "I want to help."

"Not really used to having someone to help," Steve admitted, working to pull Tony's shirt off, too.

Tony kissed him again before pulling back just enough to get his own shirt off. Then went in for another kiss. "Then I'll help you get used to it," he teased quietly.

Steve nipped Tony's lower lip. "How sweet of you."

He had been trying to keep this sweet and light, but Steve had to go and do that, didn't he?

Tony pressed him more firmly against the sink with the next kiss, pushing his fingers down between the fabric of Steve's pants and his skin.

Steve melted against him, eager for someone not him to take over today. He wasn't feeling like he'd been making the best choices (if he'd done better, he'd have found Bucky, the traitorous voice in his head told him) and absolutely trusted Tony in this.

And Tony was determined to make this as nice for him as he possibly could. He deserved to have all the nice things after coming home like that.

He only broke the kiss for a moment, smiling fondly against Steve's lips as he moved his hands around to pulled Steve's hips forward to grind against him.

Steve let out a low groan. "We're gonna waste the water," he finally managed.

"Better get your pants off then," Tony replied, nipping his his bottom lip. It would probably help if he pulled away, but that was far too much work right now.

"Thought you were working on that," Steve teased, squeezing Tony's ass.

And not helping Tony lose any clothing either. Oops.

Tony hummed, pressing a thigh between Steve's legs for something more solid to rub against. "You're terribly distracting."

"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not," he said, rocking into Tony.

"Of course you aren't," Tony said, biting the spot just below his ear. "But I'd really like to see you wet and naked right now."

Again, not pulling away to help with that. Sorry not sorry.

"Mmmm," Steve said, leaning back against the sink. "You make a good point."

Tony pulled away enough to look him up and down with a hungry smile. "I could really get used to seeing this."

Steve blushed. "I'm definitely not objecting," he said, finally skinning out of his pants and underwear.

"Go ahead," Tony said, watching him still. "I'm right behind you."

"You are ogling," Steve said fondly, standing under the spray with a low, contented sigh.

"I can stop if you want," Tony replied, tossing the rest of his clothes in the pile with Steve's before slipping in behind him.

Steve smiled, blushing a bit. "I don't mind when it's you," he said.

"That's good. It'd be hard to stop," Tony admitted, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist and kissing his shoulder.

Steve hugged him back, closing his eyes. "A fella could get used to this."

"A fella should too," Tony replied, reaching up to run his fingers through Steve's hair.

Steve sighed and dropped his head against Tony's shoulder. "Feels good."

Which was kind of him as it let Tony continue that more easily. He reached for the shampoo with one hand to get Steve feeling a little more human.

"Good," he said with one last little scratch at the back of Steve's neck before starting to wash his hair.

Steve let out a soft moan and held on more tightly to Tony's waist so he didn't tip over. That felt incredible.

"One of these days I'm going to take you somewhere with a big tub so I can take my time with this," Tony informed him, fingers pressing hard against Steve's scalp in a sort of massage.

"As long as the water's hot, I'm game," Steve said with a little shiver. "Your hands are magic."

Tony smiled and kissed him for that. "Turn around and rinse for me?"

Steve smiled and did as he was told. "Do I get to return the favor?" he asked.

"Next time," Tony replied, kissing his back as he moved in close behind him. His hands running down Steve's stomach to splay out just shy of touching him where he probably wanted it the most.

Steve leaned a little more into him, but not too much because falling over in the shower would only be funny looking back on it.

"So I'm just getting hopelessly spoiled?" he checked.

"Yep," Tony replied, kissing his neck and taking him in hand finally. "Objections?"

Steve whimpered. "None."

"Good." For that he was moving his hand, slow and easy for the moment as he shifted closer so his chest was flush against Steve's back.

Steve relaxed into Tony. "And our arguments for why shower sex was a bad idea were so thought out--" he mumbled.

"This isn't shower sex," Tony replied, kissing his neck to cover up a little laugh. "This is a shower handjob. There's a difference."

"So as long as it's not reciprocal, we're still right?" Steve teased.

Because they found loopholes in their own self-imposed rules!

"See? You're catching on," he said, carefully speeding up his hand.

Steve reached back to take a better grip on Tony's ass for, you know, totally valid reasons of some kind.

"Have to try to keep up with you."

Balance! It was for balance.

"You do just fine with that," Tony said, voice going just a little strained for a moment. He bit the back of Steve's neck in response, curling his other hand over the curve of Steve's hipbone to hold him in place. "Might even get ahead of me sometimes."

Steve groaned. "Not often," he murmured, rocking back into Tony's hips. "God, you feel good."

That was dipping dangerously over to shower sex, Steve. And Tony would lecture him about that the very moment he stopped.

He smiled against Steve's neck, matching Steve's rhythm with his hand and grinding against him.

Steve was noticing just how much his voice echoed in the shower and he wasn't sure if he was embarrassed about it or really kinda into it. But with Tony where he was, he wasn't about to do anything that might make those hands stop, so, noisy it was.

Tony was completely on board with noisy. Completely.

He might have made a point to wring more out of him as he moved one hand up along Steve's stomach to his chest, stopping over his heart for a moment like the romantic that he was before dragging a nail over one of his nipples.

"Tony--" Steve gasped, reaching out for something more solid than a person to hold onto.

"Careful," Tony said like he wasn't the cause of that at all. "Brace against the wall for me?"

"Or we could move," Steve said with a breathless chuckle, already bracing himself because most stubborn man alive, right here.

"We could do that too," Tony agreed, moving along with him to kiss a line down his neck. He curled both hands around Steve's thighs, urging him to spread his legs a little in possible the intimate way he possibly could.

Steve moaned. "Or we could stay here," he said, moving his legs.

"Good choice," Tony said before trying his very best to suck a bruise onto the back of Steve's neck. It wasn't going to happen, but impossible tasks never deterred him.

He shifted his hands up to both wrap around him now. Because why not pull out all the stops?

Steve got much louder at that. "Jesus."

What excellent acoustics this shower had!

Steve was just so lucky that Tony wouldn't record that noise because it was spectacular.

"I go by Tony, actually," he said, moving his hands a little faster to cut off any reaction to his smugness.

"Jackass," Steve whimpered, closing his eyes and rocking back as far as he dared. "Little more?"

Tony bit down on his shoulder, pressing in as close as he could without being concerned one of them would end up with a concussion. "Have you tried out the bottle in your room yet?" he asked.

"I have," Steve gasped. "See why you get that into it--"

"Yeah?" he asked, voice getting a little shaky at the mental image. He had such good plans for making things perfect for Steve and instead he was grinding against him without meaning to.

Steve smiled a little to himself when he felt that. "I said that I missed you--"

Brat.

Tony would be surprised that Steve was using this to ruin his careful plans, but this was basically par for the course. So much about their relationship made sense.

"Fuck, babe. You can't just," Tony whined, resting his forehead against Steve's back to wrap one arm around his waist to keep that up while speeding up his other hand, any attempt at going slow in jerking him off was just abandoned.

Because Steve was a brat. So, it was his fault if there were complaints.

Steve moaned: a low, broken noise. "Tony. More. Please."

He was getting very close and starting to worry about the stability of his knees to hold him up.

What sort of super soldier was he? Tony would never let him live it down if he fell over. But only because it would be very, very flattering to know he caused that.

Tony exhaled sharply, holding onto Steve's waist tighter to keep him in place so he could control some of the situation. "C'mon, sweetheart. I'll treat you to something nice."

Yeah, Steve would never admit it to anyone else ever. Should it happen. Cough.

"Nicer than this?" Steve asked, pressing as much as he could up into Tony's hand.

"This is just the start," Tony promised, kissing a spot behind Steve's ear as he moved his hand faster to give him what he wanted there.

"Oh," Steve whispered, squeezing his eyes closed as he came.

Tony held on tightly to his waist, resting his forehead on Steve's shoulder as he let the shower clean them off again. "God, you're so good a this."

Steve's brain latched eagerly onto the word "good," and he shivered slightly. "Good at letting someone take care of me?" he mumbled. "Not really."

"Good at falling apart for me," Tony said, keeping his hands gentle as they moved up and down Steve's stomach and chest. "The rest we can work on."

Steve sighed heavily and tilted his head to kiss Tony's cheek. "Think I'm ready to get out of the shower, now," he said with a little smile. "You?"

"Food should be here soon," he agreed, reaching up to cup Steve's jaw so he could kiss him properly.

"Enough time left for me to help you out?" Steve asked a little worriedly, getting out of the shower and gesturing--well, flailing if we weren't being generous--at Tony's...ness.

He was not great at just receiving.

Tony grinned at him and went for another kiss. "You can help me out after. A little delayed gratification is good for the soul."

"Don't want you think I'm not appreciative," Steve murmured against Tony's mouth.

"I know you're appreciative," Tony replied, moving around so he could take Steve's hands to lead him out of the shower and still kiss him. "But I want you to let me treat you. That would make me very, very happy."

Steve ducked his head and smiled. "If it makes you happy...all right."

Tony beamed at him, hooking a towel around Steve's shoulders to pull him into another quick kiss. "We can talk about it over food if you want."

"That sounds swell," Steve said, mostly to watch Tony's smile.

'Swell' was just the sort of word that made him laugh.

"C'mon," he said, reluctantly letting go of that towel to get one for himself to dry off padded out if the bathroom. "I'm stealing your clothes."

Because it would literally never lose its appeal to.

"I'm gonna run out of sweatpants," Steve teased him, swatting Tony's ass as he walked nearby.

And what a tragedy that would be.

"I'll buy you new ones for me to steal," Tony said, starting a little and laughing as he moved a little faster. "You're just upset you can't steal mine without ripping them."

"I leave the pants ripping to Bruce," Steve agreed, grinning. "You just want to buy me pants with little shields on them, don't you?"

"It'd be cute!" That was not a denial. "I could get you some red and gold ones instead."

Yeah, Tony looked into that idea as well as he shamelessly stole a pair of sweats that might have been from SHIELD.

"So you'd get Iron Man sweatpants for me just so you can steal them for yourself," Steve summarized with a chuckle. "I love you."

"I'd let you wear them mostly," Tony replied. "The ones with little shields in them, however... those I'm going to steal immediately."

Steve leaned in and kissed him again. "I'm really good with you wearing my shield."

Slightly possessive dork that he was.

"Oh, I like when you get territorial," Tony said, biting at his bottom lip. Which was of course when the delivery guy had to ring. "Be a dear and grab that bottle of lube for after we eat?"

Yeah, Tony was super helpful in keeping Steve focused.

Yeah, that definitely got Steve's attention. "So...I'll do that now and you'll deal with the delivery, right?"

Because his brain had temporarily short-circuited.

"Got it in one," Tony said, pulling on the nearest shirt to go do that. He wasn't laughing at Steve's response. At least not until he was safely down the hall.

Steve flopped down on his bed with a low groan before finally getting up and finding the new lube--and some pants.

A shirt seemed like too much effort.

The shirt was just a bridge too far, but Tony appreciated the effort with those pants.

Tony gave him an appreciative once over as he put the food down to dig into.

"Mmm, food," Steve said, giving Tony a slow smile back. "Thank you."

What next? A careful stretch to show off?

"You'll need your energy."

Steve smiled again. "You've got plans, huh?"

"I have ideas, for full on plans you'll need to give me at least an hour's warning in advance." So he could romance the crap out of you, Steve.

"I'll try to remember to text next time," Steve promised. "Natasha was making me play Words with Friends."

"I don't know if that's better or worse than Snapchat, honestly," Tony replied, digging into a container of soup. Because they apparently ordered most of the menu.

Well, it was just so hard to choose!

"I don't think I've used Snapchat," Steve said.

Also someone in the room ate more food than entire herd of teenagers.

"Good. Don't start. Jan tried to get the team on it and it ended with so many broken phones."

"Why?" Steve asked, pulling the nearest food container close and proceeding to inhale it.

"It turned into a contest," Tony said gravely.

"Did the Avengers get competitive?" Steve asked, laughing. "I'm shocked."

"I know, I never would have expected it either," Tony replied, serious demeanour cracking in an instant.

Steve shamelessly stole a bite of Tony's soup despite all the food ever being between them. "Who was the first to break their phone? Was it Thor?"

"Carol, actually," Tony replied, mouth twitching into a fond smile. "And it would have been a great selfie of her with a bunch of beat up Skrulls too. Shame about the laser gun destroying her phone."

"I already know the answer, but it wasn't your laser gun, was it, sweetheart?" Steve asked, laughing.

"Of course not," he replied with mock offense. "I mean. I might have built it. But it was Clint who shot her phone. If anyone asks, it was Clint. You have to back me up on that."

RIDE OR DIE, ROGERS.

Steve leaned in and kissed him, still chuckling. "I'll always back you up. Even when you're being a jackass."

Even if they were joking around, that sort of thing took Tony's breath away to hear. "Especially to win a ridiculous competition," Tony said, reaching up to hold Steve in place for another kiss.

"Obviously," Steve said, kissing him back with a little more true earnestness behind it.

They had a pile of food between them and of course got distracted with this.

"I will gladly return the favor anytime," Tony replied, putting what was left of his soup to the side so he could kiss Steve like he couldn't help himself.

Steve shivered and threaded his fingers through Tony's hair. "I know you will."

Tony smiled against his lips, grabbing onto Steve's shoulders to pull him closer. At some point he'd stop letting himself get so distracted by Steve's... everything. At some point, right?"

At some point! Possibly!

"We should eat before it gets cold," Steve murmured, sucking on Tony's lower lip.

"We should," Tony agreed completely, moving his hands up and around roughly grab onto Steve's hair.

Well. They had a microwave for a reason?

Steve moaned. Loudly. Jesus, way to short-circuit his brain. "Or we can reheat much, much later," he offered.

Tony grinned and nodded in agreement once again. "I love the noises you make," he said, shifting forward straddle Steve's lap.

Steve's hands went immediately to Tony's hips as he blushed all the way down his chest. "I'm learnin' that," he rumbled.

"You sound perfect," Tony said, shifting in place to feel Steve hard beneath him. "And to be the cause of it."

Well, there was the possessiveness.

Steve rubbed his cheek against Tony's face, enjoying the burn of the beard. "At the risk of giving you a big head," Steve said, sounding fond, "you're somethin' of a genius at getting me to react."

Tony huffed out a little laugh at that, tilting his head meet him. "You'll make me blush, Captain," he teased.

"That'll be a first," Steve teased back. "Normally that's all me."

Tony hummed an trailed kisses down Steve's neck. "I like when you blush. Especially now that I know how low down it goes."

It was like he did things on purpose to cause that blush to happen or something. Which would be ridiculous.

"You're doing that on purpose," Steve said, blushing anyway as he slid his hands under Tony's--his--shirt and scratched his fingers along Tony's spine.

"I would never," Tony replied with a pleased sigh as he arched his back into that. "Doing it on purpose would be asking if you thought about my fingers while you opened yourself up."

See? There was a difference.

Soooo much more blushing.

"What happens when I say yes?" Steve whispered in Tony's ear.

Steve would eventually become immune, right? Just out of self-defense.

"Then we get to see if reality lives up to it," Tony replied, letting out a shaky breath at that.

Steve kissed a slow trail along the shell of Tony's ear. "It'll be better," he murmured. "You're here."

Tony really would call him out on that being incredibly sappy, but he was exactly the same in finding that to be the sweetest thing possible. "How did you picture it?"

So he could make this is perfect for Steve as possible.

"A little like this, really," Steve said, kissing Tony's neck. "After a long day and a shower, you just...lead me to your room and take me completely apart."

Tony groaned quietly, dragging his nails down Steve's shoulders as he moved his hips down against him. "That I can definitely do."

Steve shuddered and pressed up into Tony, gasping a little at the contact. "I trust you," he said with all of earnest faith he had.

He guessed that Tony probably needed to hear that as much as knowing that Steve loved him.

Saying things like that only got Steve kissed again with all the passion Tony could manage. Because it held exactly the same level of meaning as 'I love you' to him.

"I am going to make it so good for you," he gasped once he needed to breathe again. "So fucking good."

Steve cupped Tony's face between his hands and smiled, only looking a little nervous.

And entirely mussed up, which was really working for him. "I know you will."

Tony kissed him again, much slower and softer. "We'll go slow."

"The first time, at least," Steve said, kissing him back. "Going hard was fun the last time, too."

He was trying to be sweet here and you had to go and bring that up, Steve!

Tony hummed in agreement, shifting on his lap a little at the thought of it.

Steve gave Tony's ass a little squeeze, then kissed his neck softly. "But today I want slow. Very slow. Excruciatingly slow."

"You won't complain?" Tony had to confirm because he could really start teasing Steve with that.

"Oh, I'll complain," Steve said, nuzzling against Tony, "but I won't tell you to stop."

"Bed," Tony ordered, tugging on his hair for a kiss.

Steve moaned, then gave Tony a little smirk and just...stood up, lifting Tony up along with him without any kind of strain. "Since I know you like that," he murmured teasingly in Tony's ear.

"You're just asking for trouble doing this," Tony said, holding on tightly. Trouble translated to 'Tony demanding wall sex' so, the danger was minimal.

"I'm not afraid of your kind of trouble," Steve said with a little grin.

"Just so you know," Tony said, kissing him again.

Steve smiled against Tony's mouth, then pressed them against the nearest wall so he could reply with a proper kissing.

Yeah, that was just what Tony wanted, judung by the pleased little noise that he made the moment his back hit the wall.

He rewarded that initiative with a harsher kiss and dragging his nails over Steve's scalp.

Steve moaned into Tony's mouth, finally dragging himself away to nip down on Tony's neck, and slowly suck a small bruise into the skin.

Tony let his head fall back against the wall, arching his back to press against Steve as much as the position allowed.

"You are trouble," he muttered.

"You love my kind of trouble," Steve said, biting down on Tony's earlobe.

"Lucky you," Tony sighed, tightening his legs around Steve for more friction.

"Ridiculously lucky me," Steve murmured sincerely, rocking into Tony.

Tony gasped against his shoulder, closing his eyes to enjoy that. It would be seriously embarrassing if he came in his (Steve's) pants here.

And yet there they were.

Steve shifted Tony's weight to one arm and the wall and moved his other to cup Tony through his pants.

Show-off.

Suuuch a show-off.

But it was working for him for some strange reason. "Fuck," Tony hissed.

"That's for the bedroom," Steve murmured. "This time."

"Holding you to that," Tony replied, breathing heavier as he tugged on Steve's hair to encourage more of that.

Steve flexed his arm to move Tony a little higher up and squeezed with the other hand. "But I do owe you one still--"

The arm flexing was doing things for Tony that he hadn't realized about himself up until this point. So, congratulations on that, Steve.

"Y-you don't owe me anything," Tony said, clutching at his shoulders helplessly.

"Think I could lift you all the way up so I could use my mouth?" Steve murmured in Tony's ear, half to see what Tony would do with that mental image.

That image was somewhere between funny and way too much of a turn on for Tony's poor sanity to take. "I have become a terrible influence on you," Tony groaned, moving one hand up to pull sharply on Steve's hair so he could kiss him again. It lacked any sort of grace, so it was very safe to say he enjoyed that idea.

Whacking Tony's head against the ceiling would be a definite mood killer.

"You'll never tell anyone, though," Steve said, kissing him back with a low groan.

"No one would ever believe me," Tony said, smiling against Steve's lips. "I'll just have to live with the fact that you have a filthy mouth."

"Only for you," Steve said, rocking up against him again.

Tony arched his back again, trying to help him out as much as he could. Also because it felt good, so it was a win-win situation.

"Good. I don't share," he said, sounding more and more breathless as he pressed his heels into Steve to encourage more. "I don't want anyone else to know how good it feels to be fucked senseless by you. Or how hungry you are to swallow me down."

"Christ," Steve moaned, pulling Tony away from the wall and moving down the hallway entirely too eagerly. "Bed. Now."

Tony just had to laugh, clinging to him for another kiss. "Too much?"

"You have far too much on for me to do what I want to do to you," Steve said, dropping down onto the bed. "Strip. Please."

"You only had to ask, darling."

Tony sprawled out for a moment because he was vain in his own way. Only then did he pull off his shirt and much too slowly worked the stolen sweatpants down.

Steve bit his lower lip as he watched. "God, how did I get this lucky."

"By being nice to the elderly and saying your please and thank yous?" Tony suggested with a sly little smile. He held out a hand because he was feeling awful lonely right now.

Steve leaned in to take Tony's hand and pull him closer, then began leaving a track of kisses along Tony's chest and down. "Did getting kittens out of trees count, too?" he checked.

"Mmhmm," Tony sighed, running his fingers through Steve's hair. "That's how you got someone mouthy."

Steve smiled up at him, resting his head on Tony's stomach. "In that case, get talking, sweetheart."

Since his mouth was suddenly busy with other things. Ahem.

"Fuck," he gasped, holding onto the back of Steve's head and going tense to keep from surging up and coming almost immediately. "Christ, your mouth. The way you take me--"

Steve hummed a little smugly, then slowed way, way down, lavishing attention along every inch.

Because making Tony's brain melt was his new thing, wasn't it? Because it seemed like it was.

Tony let out a shaky breath, fingers twitching against Steve's scalp as he tried to just think right now. "One of these days," he started before being cut off with a little gasp. "One of these days I'm going to fuck your gorgeous little mouth like you clearly want me to."

Steve moved his mouth away with an obscene little noise and smiled softly at Tony. "Not stoppin' you now--"

It was certainly something worth remembering if you asked Tony.

"Yeah?" Tony asked, gently running his thumb over Steve's bottom lip.

Steve kissed Tony's thumb, then met his eyes squarely. "I trust you," he murmured. "With everything."

"Jesus, you're perfect," Tony said, letting out another shaky breath and looking absolutely delighted by him.

"I'm really not," Steve murmured, kissing the skin just below Tony's belly button, "but I'm glad you think so."

He was getting slightly better at taking a compliment?

"If you're not perfect, you're damn close," Tony said, curling his fingers under Steve's jawline in order to keep eye contact with him as he guided him back down. "You do so good for me."

It was possibly cheating to use that without having the conversation with Steve that he really, really needed to have.

Steve shuddered slightly as he followed where Tony wanted to be. His brain had gone slightly, pleasantly, fuzzy on him.

"Beautiful," Tony said, pulling him down slowly so he could control what was happening. He curled both hands into Steve's hair to keep that up. "God, you are so beautiful."

Steve whimpered and let his brain shut off for a bit. He was so incredibly tired of being in constant, strict control, and it felt amazing to let words of praise wash over him as someone else took over for while.

Which...was probably something he should do more research into, yes, but details.

Yes, a conversation would have to happen, just... just after.

"Do you like that?" Tony asked, fingers twitching a little against Steve's scalp from the strain of remaining as collected as he could with Steve so pliant and lovely beneath him. "Because you are just treating me so well, sweetheart. So--so well."

Steve glanced up at him, eyes shining, and then slowly swirled his tongue.

Yes, Tony, he liked this.

Tony let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the bed for a moment before meeting Steve's gaze again.

"God, look at you," he said, sounding a little awed as he pulled on Steve's hair to see just how much he could take.

Steve moved his hands up to take hold of Tony's hips, patting him a little reassuringly as he took as much as Tony wanted to give him.

This was not at all what the serum had been designed for, but...happy accident?

Yay, science!

With that sort of reassurance, Tony was moving a little faster, moving up to meet him each time he pulled on Steve's hair. "Fuck, you're gorgeous like this," he hissed.

Faster felt really, really good. He moaned and squeezed his hands against Tony's hips, chasing after more of those sensations.

"You really love it," Tony said without really meaning to. It was just a really big turn on to realize how into it Steve was. Enough to make him work a little rougher, a little faster.

Steve glanced up at him again and swirled his tongue, then sucked just a little bit harder in reply.

"Jesus, I always want your mouth on me," Tony whined, pulling him down harshly. "I want to fuck you hoarse. Let you remember it."

Pretty safe to say he was close now.

Steve groaned, sounding equally wrecked, and held onto Tony's hips, content to be moved where Tony needed him.

There was something incredibly addictive in getting Tony to come unspooled like this.

He didn't have to wait terribly long as Tony only managed to hold put a little bit longer. Tony groaned harshly, holding onto Steve's hair as he came.

Steve was spoiling him with this.

Steve swallowed as much as he could manage, then wiped the rest away with the back of his hand, giving Tony a bleary, satisfied smile.

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"You." Are the going to be the death of him.

"Me," Steve murmured.

"I had plans for you," he muttered, pull him up for a kiss.

"Dunno," Steve mumbled, kissing him hard. "Didn't seem like you were complaining."

"I will never complain about that," Tony assured him, pressing his hand down Steve's stomach to grab hold of him. "But now I want you to fuck me until I'm hard again."

Steve groaned. "Jesus. Yeah, I can do that."

"If you warn me next time, I can get ready for you," Tony said, stroking him slowly. Because Steve deserved every nice thing possible.

Steve arched up into Tony's touch, moving closer.

Because he needed more touching. All the touching.

Tony grinned at that, spreading his legs to give Steve all the room he needed to get closer to him. "Good idea?" he asked with a laugh.

"Best idea," Steve said, settling in and dropping kisses on Tony's neck.

"You have no idea how much I would do if you asked for it," Tony sighed, closing his eyes to enjoy those kisses as he groped a little blindly with his free hand to find that damn lube.

"Give me an idea, sweetheart," Steve whispered. He slid his hand under the other pillow and found the lube. "Looking for this?" he asked.

That earned him an amused little sigh and an eye-roll. He wasn't at all surprised that Steve was teasing him here.

He let go of Steve to stretch out beneath him and glance up from behind his eyelashes. Because he knew perfectly well how to seduce someone with what he had going for him. "I'd let you absolutely wreck me."

Steve didn't care in the slightest that he was being played. He leaned in and gave Tony a thorough kissing. "Sounds promising."

It probably helped that he was bound to be rewarded for taking the bait.

Tony laughed breathlessly, wrapping both of his arms around Steve's neck to keep him close for another kiss. "Anything from your 'instructional videos' you want to try? Personally, I've gotten a few ideas."

"I'm entirely in your hands today," Steve said with a fond smile, kissing him back. "Tell me about what you'd like to try."

"Well, I have been promised wall sex..." Tony said, trying for nonchalant as he played with the hair on the back of Steve's neck.

Steve wasn't buying the nonchalant act at all. He kissed Tony again, slowly. "Then you'll get wall sex," he said.

Excuse you, Tony was amazing at nonchalant. He was just at a disadvantage with an incredibly attractive man laying on top of him. Who he just happened to be very fond of.

Tony kissed him back, just enjoying the moment. Because he had an incredibly attractive man laying on top of him. Who he just happened to be very fond of.

Steve slid his fingers through Tony's hair, enjoying the feeling of being close and resettling himself.

He didn't know exactly when this apartment became a home for him, but he was so grateful for it.

"I want to keep moments like this forever," Tony muttered against his lips, eyes closed like he was committing it to memory. Then he smiled sheepishly and opened his eyes to look up at him.

Steve was staring back, cheeks pink and eyes wide and bright. "You sap," he said, sounding quietly delighted.

"I warned you that I was a hopeless romantic, didn't I?" he teased, voice going low and soft with emotion as he moved a hand over to cup Steve's cheek. "Even broke out the poetry for you."

Steve nuzzled into Tony's hand and closed his eyes. "You did," he said, still smiling.

And he loved Tony for it.

"Feeling a little better now?" Tony asked, brushing his thumb over Steve's lips.

Steve nodded, leaning in to press his forehead against Tony's and just breathing for a second. "Thank you."

"You lean on me whenever you need it," Tony replied. "That's what we do."

You know. For two people who basically took all burdens onto themselves because they were made of issues.

"That's what we do right now," Steve said with a wry little smile. He moved his arms a bit so he could curl them around Tony, hugging him close. "I really don't know how I'd be handling this without you."

So much more running. So much.

Possibly a beard made of sadness at some point?

Tony stretched up a little to kiss his forehead. "As well as I handle things when left alone?" he joked. Only it wasn't a joke because people were his scientific impulse control and he needed them around.

Steve made a low, contented noise. "So...not great."

"Gee, you give yourself one untested, body augmenting nano-virus and suddenly you can't be left to your own devices," he teased.

"Strange how that works, huh," Steve said, kissing him just a little possessively.

"Pot. Kettle," Tony replied, between kisses.

"Big difference," Steve said, nipping down on Tony's lower lip. "I didn't inject myself."

Yeah, okay, Steve.

"Oh," Tony said with a laugh, dragging his nails down the nape of Steve's neck. "Big difference."

"Huge," Steve agreed, shivering at the touch.

Tony was doing his very best not to make a joke about that.

"Massive," he settled on, mouth twitching to keep from laughing as he repeated that motion to get another shiver.

"Really?" Steve asked, sliding his hand down and giving Tony a little squeeze. "We're doing dick jokes now?"

"I was resisting!" Tony said, scratching motion turning into holding onto the back of Steve's neck instead.

"Not very hard--" Steve said, then snorted. "And I've walked into another one."

He did! Which was why Tony was holding onto him and dissolving into helpless laughter.

Steve kissed his forehead. "I love you," he said fondly.

"All for the dick jokes," Tony replied, pushing up to kiss him properly for that.

"Despite the dick jokes," Steve said, kissing him back.

"Which is a shame because I love you for them." And a whole list of other reasons.

Steve blushed as he smiled. "Really?"

"Well," Tony said, reaching up to brush his fingers through Steve's bangs. "I love when you surprise me with your sense of humor."

Steve laughed. "I hope I can always surprise you," he said.

"Oh, you've consistently managed it so far," Tony replied with a smile. "Keeps me on my toes."

"Someone has to," Steve said, kissing him softly. "You're too quick for just anyone."

"Flattery gets you everywhere with me," Tony replied, kissing him back and rolling them to be on top.

Steve smiled up at him. "Helps that it's all true, too."

"No wonder you turn heads," Tony replied, settling a little against his chest.

"Thought it was because I don't know what size shirt to wear," Steve said teasingly.

"Well, that definitely helps," Tony replied with the utmost sincerity.

Steve's eyes twinkled at him. "Glad my efforts are appreciated."

"Always," Tony replied, leaning down for a gentle kiss.

This would probably the best point to address some things if he could just figure out how to start that conversation.

Steve sighed happily against Tony's mouth, sliding his hands around Tony's waist. This was just about perfect, especially after a completely shitty few days.

It was, wasn't it?

"We should probably actually eat now," Tony said with a little laugh, not pulling away just yet. Because it was nice to be this close.

Also, very warm.

"Probably," Steve agreed. "Why don't you have a delivery robot so we don't have to get up?"

"Because JARVIS would get jealous," Tony said, sitting up to find where their clothing went.

"Would he really?" Steve asked, grinning at the ceiling.

"I merely possess the flaws of my creator," JARVIS chimed in helpfully as Tony leaned over the bed to find the pants he'd lost.

He might have been laughing at that too.

Steve leaned over as well, but to drop a kiss on Tony's shoulders.

He was a little obsessed with the definition in Tony's shoulders.

Tony hummed, sitting up and turning his head to kiss him properly. "I am going to start expecting this, you know."

"Being appreciated?" Steve murmured.

"Being pampered," he corrected, pulling away to smile at him.

"You deserve it," Steve said earnestly, smiling back.

Tony's smile went wider and he leaned in for another quick kiss before rolling out of bed to steal Steve's pants again.

"C'mon. I want food." And to talk about something.

"Yes, dear," Steve said, smiling fondly at him as he reached for his set of pants and padded after Tony.

So they could possibly have a conversation about sex without it immediately turning into sex.

Which didn't bode well with their track record.

"It might even be warm still," he teased, turning around to face him, walking backwards.

"We weren't that fast," Steve said, wrinkling his nose up at him. "And I hear you have a new fangled food-heating up device?"

Brat.

"Tell me more about the wonders of the future," he gasped in response.

Honestly, they deserved each other.

"Golly gee, Mr. Stark, I hardly know where to begin," Steve said, eyes wide. "Electricity in a house?! We were still using horses in giant hamster wheels."

"I'm trying to decide if I find being called that by you is a turn on or not," Tony said thoughtfully.

Steve laughed, cheeks going pink. "Well, let me know if you figure it out."

"I have decided that it depends on the situation," he replied, nodding. "Speaking of which... we should talk."

IN NO WAY WAS THAT A SMOOTH TRANSITION, TONY.

Steve immediately looked worried, biting his lower lip. "Okay."

His mind started spinning through all the ways he might have screwed something up in the last few weeks.

Which made Tony lean in to kiss him again. "Relax. It's about new-ish things in the bedroom."

That...didn't really relax Steve much, but he was trying? "Okay," he repeated, linking his fingers through Tony's and squeezing them.

He was trying his best here!

"Some things I've noticed," he tried again, squeezing back. Because he was just gonna dig that hole deeper.

Steve was now imagining scorecards and possibly Powerpoint breakdowns of his recent performances. "Okay," he said, broken-record-like.

Tony was assuming they were doing great with this conversation!

"Like how you enjoy me telling you you're going good," he continued on. Bravely. And without noticing poor, poor Steve's panic.

Steve's grip on Tony's hand was going to start getting painful soon. "Am I not supposed to be doing that?"

"What? No! It's great," he insisted, pulling Steve's hand up for a kiss. "I just want to make sure we're on the same... page about it."

"I...don't think I understand," Steve admitted quietly, meeting Tony's eyes.

"How do you feel when I tell you how good you're doing and how happy you make me when you do what I tell you?" Tony asked.

"Good," Steve said, frowning as he sat down and tried to distract himself with the food. He chewed on his lower lip. "I'm not really sure what you're looking for."

"Good in a way you feel a little... dazed?" His own experience didn't really lean toward the nicer thing causing that. So it was a small struggle to phrase it right.

Steve's forehead wrinkled as he thought about it. "Well, yeah," he said, glancing over at Tony. "Is that bad?"

"No, it's good," Tony replied quickly. "It's very good. But it can be pushed too far, too easily. And I really don't want to hurt you without us figuring out some rules."

Steve's hand snuck back close to Tony's, seeking a little reassurance. "That makes sense," he said softly.

Tony leaned over to kiss him for that, taking his hand. "I want you to know that you have control over the situation even if it seems like I'm in charge. And you can say no whenever you need to."

Steve smiled at him, resting his forehead against Tony's. "I trust you," he murmured, "and I'm not exactly helpless."

"I know that," Tony said with a little sigh, relieved to get some of this out there at least. "I know. But I would feel a lot better doing that if we weren't going in blind."

Steve squeezed Tony's hand again. "And I want you to be comfortable," he said earnestly. "So tell me what I don't know. I'm...guessing it's a lot."

"I did get some books." Of course he did. Because feelings were still hard. "That you should look through and see what appeals to you. And some of the basics of this. Think of it as advanced lessons in sex and relationships."

"Will there be a quiz after?" Steve asked, only half teasing.

Tony snorted, giving his hand another squeeze for that. "After you look things over, we can talk and see what questions we have for each other."

"I'm betting you have some already percolating in that brain of yours," Steve said, giving Tony's hand another squeeze before reluctantly letting go and reaching for the food again.

"I told you I used to like being tied up," Tony pointed out, digging through their pile to find something appealing to him at room temperature. "That was part of it."

"Ohhhh, okay," Steve said, finally putting some of the pieces together, even if his reaction to praise hadn't quite caught up for him yet. "So this is reading about ropes and blindfolds and...spanking and stuff?"

"Some of it can be that," Tony said with a little laugh. "It's also about not being in control for a time. Letting your mind go and just feeling something else. The other things are just... decorations added onto that for me."

"I felt that earlier," Steve said, not paying much attention to what he was eating but food, yay, and all that. "The letting go. After the last few days--" he shook his head again. "It was nice to let you take over."

"And I really like doing that for you," he replied, digging through a green curry like he was starved. "But something that tells me to stop or slow down where you don't feel guilty or like you're disappointing me..."

He was doing this wrong. He just knew he was doing this wrong.

"Or if you're like me and enjoy the, uh, occasional evening where the word 'stop' is part of the game."

Yeah, this was awkward and terrible. He should have shoved the books at him and fled.

Steve's first instinct was always to protect, and that had grown to include Tony against whatever was rattling around in his brain to give him that look on his face. He reached back out to squeeze Tony's shoulder. "Breathe, Tony," he said softly. "You're doing fine. Better than fine."

"I don't want to make you feel obligated to do something you're not comfortable with because of me," he said, letting out a breath and trying to let his shoulders relax. Mostly failing. "You're so sweet and I love that. I really love that."

This meal was just doomed to never be appreciated properly. Steve slid his arm around Tony's waist and pulled in closer. "Hey," he said, running his thumb along Tony's cheek. "When have you ever known me not to argue against something I don't want to do?"

"You might be in a better place not having past experiences here," Tony admitted, leaning against him like he needed that.

Steve tightened his grip, suddenly understanding why this conversation needed to be one that they did while wearing clothing. There was enough vulnerability being exposed without also being naked.

"Why do you think that?" he asked softly, still meeting Tony's eyes.

"Blank slate. No preconceived notions?" Tony offered, slowly making himself relax--or at least just physically relax--against him.

Steve kept holding on, sliding one hand up and down along Tony's back. "Other people would judge you for what you like?"

Tony hummed, noncommittal. "It's been known to happen."

"And you're worried that I will, too?" Steve asked, no judgment in his tone.

"Steve, I've been with people who I willingly let degrade me," he replied dryly, glancing over at him. "Because I liked parts of it "

Steve nodded, filing that away. "Which parts?" he asked.

Tony just watched him cautiously for a moment. "I like what we do too."

Steve gave him a small, shy smile. "I'm learnin' that," he said. "But as you said, I don't have notions about...what else we might be doing, too." He bit his lower lip, then asked, "Are there any...dealbreakers...about things you need if I don't like 'em?"

"Dealbreakers?" Tony asked because all of that--that face was cheating against him. He was sort of helpless against that. "You can say no to anything, Steve. I wouldn't stake our relationship on some stupid kink."

Steve relaxed a bit himself to hear that. "Okay," he said, smiling more broadly. "Sex is just such a...bigger part of the conversation than it ever was back then. We talked around it. Or not at all."

Steve had been a fan of the not-at-all approach, then.

Weird, that!

Tony sighed, reaching up to touch his cheek because the smiling was awful and terrible and perfect and made something unclench in his chest.

Steve leaned into Tony's hand. "Feeling better?" he asked softly.

"A little," Tony said, leaning in to rest his forehead against Steve's. "You can read those books and decide what you want to do then."

"Do I have to start right now?" Steve teased gently.

"What?" Tony asked, starting away from him. "No. Whenever you want to. Or never if you're not comfortable with it."

They were both just twitchy disasters when it came to conversations about feelings, huh.

"Tony," Steve said, squeezing his hand, "If it's gonna explain some of the reactions I have to you and tell me more about things that make you happy, of course I want to learn."

They really were!

Tony leaned forward and kissed him for that. Because he needed to do something with all those nerves.

Steve cupped Tony's head between his hands and kissed him back like he was something incredibly precious because, well, yeah.

"But I'd rather do more of this and less reading right this second," he said when he came up for air. "And we really should eat."

"I also promised you ice cream and cartoons," Tony said, not quite pulling away yet. But not for the same reasons as before, now it was just about being close to Steve.

It was probably disgustingly sentimental.

"You did," Steve said with a smile. "Finish up here and we can crash on the couch together?"

And snuggle like giant saps.

Because nothing called for romantic cuddle time quite like talking about kinks.

"I really ought to get a bigger couch," Tony said with one last quick kiss and an answering smile.

"Well, Christmas is coming," Steve said. "Put it on your list."

"Is that what you want for Christmas?" He teased, picking up his curry again.

Steve grabbed a new dish--something that smelled spicy, with rice--and grinned. "I haven't really thought about it. I could use some socks, I guess, too."

"Anything you want," Tony promised with a fond look. "Socks and a couch. J, start a list."

"How about a couch that feels like socks?" Steve teased. "And what do you want for Christmas?"

"I would be happy with just you." Wrapped in a bow. Probably just a bow, hiding by Tony's expression.

Steve kissed him again. "You're picturing me naked, aren't you?" he said, laughing.

"No." Yes. "There was a bow."

"Of course there was," Steve said, sounding impossibly fond. "I think I watched that video, too. There was a fireplace?"

"Maybe a bear skin rug," Tony replied. "But seriously, you don't have to get me anything. Just... you."

Because Tony was awful to shop for unless you realize that anything personal would cause him to melt into a pile of happiness.

"I'll come up with something," Steve said, smiling.

So much art, Tony. So much.

That he would proudly put up everywhere in the apartment.

"Personally, I'm more looking forward the New Years."

"Just to get 2017 over with?" Steve guessed.

"And for a kiss to start off 2018 with," Tony replied, leaning in to show him what he meant.

"Mmm," Steve said, kissing him back. "Haven't had many of those."

"You taste like lemongrass," Tony said, reaching up to brush his thumb over the corner of Steve's mouth. "I hope we get quite a few years starting with a kiss," he added in a much quieter voice.

Steve's entire face lit up at that, and he reached out to curve his hand around Tony's face. "I hope so, too."

They were just the sappiest.

"Good tradition?" Tony asked with a damn near shy smile.

God, that smile just about killed Steve. "The best," he said, kissing him again.

"Looking forward to it," Tony side, smiling wider into that kiss like he couldn't help himself.

"God, I love you," Steve murmured.

"You really will give me a big head if you keep that up," Tony said, not at all sounding like he minded as he brushed his fingers through Steve's hair.

"Think I can handle it," Steve said, smiling at Tony again.

Tony gave him another playful kiss before pulling back with an answering smile. "You play with fire, Captain Rogers."

"And jump out of airplanes," Steve said. "I like the adrenaline rush."

"Luckily one of us can fly." Because they seriously had no impulse control between the two of them. Other than the need to mother hen the other.

"I don't need wings for Christmas," Steve added.

"Not even pretty angel wings? Or would that cause Sam to get jealous?"

Because he'd make them for you, Steve. And they'd be amazing.

Steve snorted. "I don't want pretty angel wings, Tony. No, thank you."

"I'd offer to supe up your motorcycle, but I distinctly remember the other you getting all weird and saying it's not supposed to fly at me." Spoilsport.

And hey, he mentioned the other Steve without looking sad.

Steve gave him a small smile in reply. "It's really not," he agreed.

"But it could." And Tony could make that happen.

"No," Steve said, kissing him firmly.

"Spoilsport," Tony grumbled, kissing him back.

"Only sometimes," Steve argued, still kissing him.

Which just made Tony chuckle and pluck the food between them up to put on the table so he could pull Steve in closer for more of that. Because he was greedy and clearly Steve had eaten enough, right? Right.

Right!

"I'm owed ice cream at some point," Steve teased, kissing the hollow of Tony's throat.

"You can have a whole pint to yourself," Tony promised, sighing and closing his eyes as he crossed his arms over Steve's shoulders to keep him close. "And we can put on Wall-E."

Steve smiled. "I love our dates at home."

Tony ducked his head and grinned as he pulled Steve into another kiss. "Haven't bored you yet, huh?"

"Never," Steve said, smiling back.

Tony kissed him again, once more trying to express everything that words just couldn't quite cover for him with a simple 'I love you.'

Steve eventually pulled back. "Movie and ice cream?" he suggested.

And couch makeouts because it's them.

"Help me put the takeout away and you're on," Tony said with a fond smile. "I'll even give you a scalp massage if you're good."

Steve let out a little sigh. Mmm, massages. "Deal," he said immediately, picking up a few empty cartons (mostly by him) and heading for the trashcan.

Tony stretched for a moment before padding into the kitchen to retrieve both ice cream and spoons. "We'll have to share, so don't be cruel to me," he called.

"I'll try to restrain myself," Steve said called back dryly, putting the rest of the food away.

Tony took a spoonful for himself as he returned to him. "And you might need to keep me warm," he added.

Oh no, not the cuddling.

Steve laughed as he wandered into the living room and flopped onto the sofa. "I was planning on serving as a human blanket so you could rub my head."

Tactical genius, y'know.

Tony was super impressed by that plan!

He deposited the ice cream container onto Steve's chest before taking a moment to give him a speculative look and deciding his best option was to use blanket himself over Steve. Helpfully.

"This is very helpful," Steve said, grinning up at him.

"I thought so," Tony replied, turning the movie on with a small wave of his hand. "I'll try not to drip ice cream on you."

"If you do, I'll make you lick it off."

That was not the disincentive you might be thinking, Steve.

Yeeeeah. Tony's eyelids dropped a little and he hummed in approval of that idea. "Alright."

Steve smiled up at him again. "Did I lose you there for a second?"

"Just a little," Tony said, pressing a kiss to Steve's chest.

Steve ruffled Tony's hair in reply. "JARVIS, can you start the film for us, please?"

"Of course, sir," JARVIS chimed in, dimming the lights while doing that. Because he was a pro at this.

Tony hummed again, leaving Steve the ice cream as he used Steve's chest as a pillow.

Steve kissed him softly. "This is the best part of watching movies with you now," he said.

"Wrapped up with each other like we're teenagers?" he replied quietly one hand moving up to start idly dragging his fingers through Steve's hair.

"Exactly," Steve said, pausing before adding, "Plus snacks," with a little smirk.

"Snacks are good too," Tony said with a completely serious nod. "Eat your ice cream, lover boy."

Steve snorted. "Lover boy?" he repeated. "Really?"

"You've called me 'doll' if I recall correctly," Tony replied, scratching slow patterns into Steve's scalp.

"I will deny it forever," Steve declared, closing his eyes.

"Just as long as you don't call me a dame," Tony said, trying and failing to not smile as he continued to massage Steve's head.

"Mmmmmm," Steve sighed, leaning into Tony's hands as much as he could. "I will never mistake you for a dame. Too much facial hair."

It was like he was an oversized cat with that sort of reaction. "Clearly you didn't spend any time in Greece."

"That is very rude," Steve scolded lightly, taking a spoonful of ice cream for himself and then holding one out for Tony.

Tony snickered, accepting the spoonful without complaint. It was sweet and novel to have Steve feed him like this. "Apologies."

"Accepted," Steve said, intending to kiss him quickly, and then lingering a moment.

Mm, cold mouth.

One that tasted like vanilla and chocolate too!

Tony didn't have any objections to w lingering kiss. In fact, he hummed a little, moving up to make it easier to accomplish.

"I will never get enough kisses from you," Steve murmured. "Could do this all day."

"That," Tony replied, trailing both habds through Steve's hair. "I can totally support."

"Aren't you very busy and important?" Steve said, nipping Tony's neck. "I'm sure you have other things to be doing."

"All work and no play," Tony replied, eyes fluttering shut. And thank god no one could see that to mock him for it.

"You are anything but dull," Steve murmured, sucking a slow bruise into Tony's skin.

Tony let out a shaky little groan, tightening his grip on Steve's hair. "You're sweet."

"I'm truthful," Steve said. "And grateful for all the idiots that didn't see how amazing you are when they had the chance."

Well, if his goal was to wring an honest to god blush out if Tony, he succeeded. Spectacularly. "I think I'll have to keep you," he said way too soft for the joke to land. Instead it just sounded hopeful.

Steve smiled at him, then reached out to touch Tony's face, running his fingers over the blush. "That was my plan," he whispered back.

Unfair, Rogers. He was the smooth one in this relationship.

Sort of.

"I feel like you used your tactical skills against me here." He did not sound upset about it, at least

Steve smiled and kissed him. "I use them when I want to get something right."

"I see how it is," Tony replied, biting at Steve's lip. You know. Helpfully.

That was super helpful!

Steve moaned. "God, you feel good."

"I bet you say that to all the geniuses you seduce," he teased, spreading his legs to straddle Steve rather than just lay sprawled against him.

Steve tried to put the ice cream down and ended up slopping some of the melted part onto his hand as he moved. "You're the only one I've tried it on, so yes, all of them," he said with a grin, then frowned down at his hand.

Tony grinned at him, reaching out to steady his hand before once again helping him out by licking the drip off.

He did promise that before. And he was a man of his word.

Steve's brain short-circuited. "Holy shit," he whispered, staring at Tony's mouth.

Did Tony need to make eye contact with him while doing this? Not really.

"You're making a mess," he chided, glancing down just long enough to take one of Steve's fingers into his mouth.

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"Sorry?" Steve finally managed after two or three false starts where nothing came out of his mouth but a deeply pathetic little whimper.

"Why do I think you're not sorry at all?" Tony asked, moving a little so he could cup Steve through his sweatpants.

"Because you are extremely bright?" Steve offered, arching up into Tony's hand. "Jesus."

"I did want to lick chocolate off your stomach," he said, kindly rubbing him through the fabric in a slow, teasing circle.

"That seems like the best idea ever," Steve babbled, "but I also don't want you to move."

"I won't move," Tony promised, leaning down to kiss his collar bone.

Steve sighed happily and slid his fingers through Tony's hair, petting him.

Tony bit down on his skin, curling his fingers around Steve. There were so many reasons he liked Steve in these pants.

So many.

"You can bite harder," Steve said a little breathlessly. "Want to bruise for more than a few seconds."

Tony kissed that spot before biting down harder, depending on him to say if it was too much.

It might not have helped that he was combining it with a little squeeze.

Steve rocked up off the sofa with a groan. "Christ. Yes, please."

To all of that, really.

Tony exhaled sharply, letting go of Steve just long enough to shove his hand under the waist of his pants. Because that was a great response.

Perfect even.

"I love the sounds you make."

Steve leaned in and kissed him. Hard. "I love you can get me to make them."

Tony made a pleased noise, meeting him with equal force. "We're supposed to be cuddling," he said, laughing a little between kisses.

"This is just...advanced cuddling," Steve said, grinning at him. "Besides, you started it."

"I did not," Tony replied, messing up that attempt at being offended by licking a stripe up Steve's neck.

"Tony--" Steve hissed, sliding his hand into Tony's hair and giving it a little yank.

Tony made a strangled noise at that, cheeks flushing red and mouth falling open before twisting into a sly smile. "No good?"

"So, so good," Steve babbled, keeping Tony close. "God, Tony."

"Want to know what my original idea was to make you feel better?" he asked, reaching over to put his fingers into the slightly melted ice cream so he could offer it over to Steve.

Honestly, they were going to end up with inappropriate reactions to this flavor of ice cream.

"I'd love to know," Steve said, leaning in and sucking one of his fingers into his mouth.

Which, Steve would be pleased to know, made Tony's eyes go dark and intent as he watched.

"I wanted to press my fingers into you and then see if you liked my mouth there as well."

Steve's eyes went wide. "Oh God, yes, please," he whispered.

Tony smiled and looked maybe a little relieved that it wasn't met with a traumatized Steve. Because that ass featured heavily in many a fantasy of his. "Would you be okay on your hands and knees for me?" he asked, voice going maybe a little low and hungry.

Steve leaned in first to kiss him--he was watching closely enough to see the relief. "I'm okay with that."

"Tell me if the beard burn is too much, yeah?" Tony asked, kissing him back.

Because Steve 'Bite me harder' Rogers might not be into that or something.

"I can tell you right now that it's not gonna be," Steve said, shivering, already imagining how good that was going to feel.

Oh, that shiver made Tony's grin turn sharp. "Turn over for me. You can use the arm of the couch to rest against."

They were defiling poor, poor Wall-E here.

Inappropriate boners related to "Put on Your Sunday Clothes!"

Steve turned over and gave Tony a slightly nervous smile over his shoulder. "Like this?"

"Beautiful," Tony said, kissing the small of Steve's back and smiling up at him. "Tell me to stop at any point. Does not matter when. You say stop and and we stop."

"I'll tell you," Steve promised, voice gone low and broken already.

Tony kept his touch gentle, hands running over Steve's hips and thighs as he trailed kisses down Steve's spine. He bite down gently right where the swell of Steve's ass began. "God, I have wanted to do this for a long time."

Steve shivered. "Really?"

"Do I need to let you know how your ass looks in your uniform?" he asked, curling his hands around Steve's thighs to pull them apart just a little more. "I am only human, you know."

Steve whined and forced himself to relax. This was Tony. It was fine. "Always thought it'd been made a little tight," he said.

Tony went still for a moment, just keeping his hands on Steve's hips to feel the tension there. "You still with me?" he asked quietly.

Steve nodded. "Just...not a view anyone's ever asked for without telling me to turn my head and cough."

"Well, I'd like to get us comfortable with this before we go for the advanced things," Tony said, moving his hands up to spread Steve open so he could kiss him there as well. "You can sit on my face next time."

"Oh God," Steve whimpered, half at the sensation of Tony's mouth and half at the mental image. "Please."

Steve couldn't see the smile that caused, but he could feel and hear the little hum of approval before Tony moved a little closer to lick gently for now. Allowing Steve time to get used to something new.

And, alright, it was possible he was trying to tease every noise he could out of him.

Oh, there were noises. Pleading little whimpers that Steve didn't even know he was making as he closed his eyes, stopped thinking about the logistics of how this was working and just enjoyed how amazing it felt.

Then it was already beating out any fantasies that Tony might have had in the past. infinitely better even.

He let out a shaky breath, licking into him patiently now. If Steve hadn't had his healing factor, he might have had a difficult time sitting down between Tony's beard and enthusiasm.

Steve was absolutely past caring about piddly little things like sitting down ever again. He shamelessly pressed backwards against Tony's mouth and slid one hand down between his legs, hoping to give himself some relief.

Tony groaned at that little movement, wanting to somehow be closer to him even if that as a little impossible right now. He tightened his grip on Steve's ass to keep him in place to give him everything he could to get off.

He was going to end up with a sore jaw, but it would be well worth it.

Steve's whimpers had turned into much louder noises interspersed with Tony's name as he began moving his hand as quickly as he dared. This wasn't going to last much longer, he promised, Tony's jaw.

Tony would survive it! Especially as he moved one hand over in order to carefully press a finger into him as well. Nothing fast without finding the lube, but enough to let him really tease those noises out of Steve.

Steve all but howled at that, pressing greedily against Tony's finger. "More," he groaned.

"Bossy, bossy," he teased, carefully pressing his finger into Steve and curling it to find just where he needed to press.

"Tony--" Steve wailed, long past caring what he sounded like. "Oh, God--"

Which honestly only encouraged Tony to keep doing that. Just a constant, insistent pressure as he licked around where his finger pressed into Steve.

They were going to ruin that couch.

Right about...now, even, as Steve came all over the cushion.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered, voice completely shot.

Language, Cap.

Some other time Tony would have to test some limits there. But not right now.

Right now he was carefully pulling his finger free and pressing gentle kisses to Steve's hip and back. "Like that?"

Steve was shaking head to toe as his nerves tried to come back into proper order. "Loved that," he said, flailing out with a hand for any part of Tony to touch and ground himself.

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Tony grinned, tugging him back to have Steve on top of him and away from the poor, stained arm of the couch. "Good. Because I really would like to do it again."

Steve cuddled in close, kissing the spot where Tony's neck met his shoulder. "It was amazing."

Tony wrapped his arms around Steve, trailing fingers down his back. "You're pretty amazing."

Steve was still shivering a bit. "I didn't do anything," he said, smiling up at Tony.

"Beg to differ," Tony said, putting a hand on the back of Steve's head to guide him into a kiss. "God, the sounds you make."

Steve sighed, running his fingers along Tony's beard. "Because your mouth should be illegal," he said.

"We all have our talents," he teased, hooking his leg over Steve's thigh to keep him close.

"Please, please tell me this isn't on a resume of yours," Steve teased back.

"Only because I've never had to write one for myself," Tony assured him. "I could include an entire paragraph dedicated to my oral skills. Maybe you'd like to add a recommendation?"

"No," Steve said, kissing him possessively. "I don't want anyone else to know."

"They can also know I'm all yours," Tony replied, perfectly happy with possessive Steve when this was the result.

"Maybe a stamp of some kind," Steve said.

Okay, that made him laugh. "Property of Steven Grant Rogers?"

"In calligraphy," Steve said. "Very tasteful."

"Would I get to put one on you as well?" Tony asked, looking very thoughtful as to how he could get that to stay on Steve's body.

"'Property of Steven Grant Rogers?'" Steve teased. "That doesn't make any sense."

"Cheeky," Tony muttered, tilting his head to nip at Steve's jaw.

"You like me cheeky," Steve said, tilting his head up because yes to allllll the beard burn today.

It was really for the best that Steve healed so quickly. If they both walked around looking well fucked all the time, people might get upset. "I don't know if you have any other setting to be honest."

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Steve laughed, sliding his hand down Tony's chest to rest in his lap. "Maybe not," he agreed.

Tony shifted in place a little at that, spreading his legs a little more for him. "Might take a little configuring to see what else we can get."

"Mmm," Steve said, rubbing his thumb across Tony's tip. "Open to suggestions."

"The hands on approach has--has worked so far," he replied, digging his fingers into the meat of Steve's shoulders.

"This is true," Steve agreed, moving his hand slowly. "Can't go wrong with a classic."

"I have wondered how well you'd react to some technology, though," Tony said with a sigh. His eye fell shut for a moment as he tried to keep from moving his hips to get what he needed.

"What sort of technology?" Steve asked, moving with more intent now. Tony had been amazing and deserved all the nice things, too.

One hand, that was perfect and amazing. On the other... it was just wrecking his concentration.

"I--" He swallowed and tried to remember where he was going with that. "--I got that toy."

"You did," Steve said, kissing him again. "D'you want to use it?"

Tony had to kiss him for a moment before he could hope to respond to that. He brought his hands up to cup Steve's face so he could show his full appreciation for what they were currently doing.

And to gather his thoughts.

"No. I want you in me," he muttered, staying close as he could. "I wanted to see how well you handle that sort of vibration."

Steve's eyes went heavy at the thought of that. "Next time," he said, moving his free hand up to curl into the hair on the back of Tony's neck. "Think I promised you wall sex, too, right?"

"Yes," Tony said with maybe a little too much enthusiasm for his poor ego.

Steve chuckled, kissing Tony's neck. "Do you want to come first, or during?" he whispered in his ear.

"I want to come with you inside me," Tony said, moving forward into Steve's hand without holding himself back.

"Oh, we're definitely doing that," he agreed, "but I'm not doing this with you without prep, sweetheart."

"Better find that bottle then," Tony replied with a bright smile. "I don't know if I can manage another go after this without a nap. Do not disappoint."

He was teasing! Well, about the disappointing thing.

"Oh, I've got faith in you," Steve said with a little smirk, standing up from the sofa and giving Tony a long, lingering kiss. "Stay put. I'll be right back."

"Maybe bring something for the mess too," he shot back with a grin.

"You're hilarious," Steve said over his shoulder, walking away slowly. "Like the mess wasn't half your fault."

"I was just trying to help you relax!" And it worked. So. He felt great about his role in things.

Steve chuckled. "You better not be helping anyone else relax," he teased, returning with a bottle of lube and the sheet from the bed.

And a bottle of water.

"I'm not sure what you have in mind with that, but I am willing to give it a shot."

Of course he was.

"Hydrate, you brat," Steve said fondly.

"I'm not judging you," he continued to tease. He just couldn't help himself.

Steve kissed him. "I'm so very abused," he teased.

"Poor, sweet, innocent Steve," Tony replied, punctuation each word with a kiss.

It's very sad," he agreed, draping himself over Tony again and pressing him further into the sofa.

"Oh, my," Tony said, going along with that easily. "Have I tired you out?"

Steve laughed. "Hardly, sweetheart," he said, shifting around to half-ass put the sheet over the parts of the poor, abused sofa they weren't laying on.

It went...less well.

Tony did literally nothing to help him with that, instead he was trying not to laugh as he kissed Steve's neck.

Because he was awesome like that.

"You complete brat," Steve said, grinning at him.

"I'm just helpless in the face of all this," Tony explained, running a hand down Steve's chest.

Steve laughed, blushing. "Helpless, huh?"

"Completely helpless," he replied, giving Steve's ass a playful squeeze.

"You don't seem all that helpless," Steve said, slicking his fingers up and rubbing them together to warm them up. "Still able to string words together, for instance."

"I'm a talkative guy," he replied, biting his lip as he watched Steve get things ready.

"And I love that about you," Steve said, sliding his fingers along Tony's inner thigh.

"Flatterer," he said, inhaling sharply and trying to move to make it easier for Steve to press those fingers into him.

Steve circled with his fingers, kissing him softly on the mouth. "Nothing that you shouldn't hear," he murmured.

"God, you've become smooth," he only half teased, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of Steve's fingers and the kiss.

"No, but you know me better now," Steve said, sliding the first finger in.

Tony brought one hand up to hold onto the back of Steve's neck, curling the other up under his arm to hold onto his shoulder. "I hope I do."

"You do," Steve said softly, starting a slow tempo.

He wasn't planning on being slow at all once they got going, so he wanted to take his time now.

Tony would insist that it was because Steve was a tease. But that was just him.

He exhaled slowly, pulling Steve closer to just hold onto him.

"I've got you, sweetheart," Steve whispered. "Gonna make this just as good for you."

"I know you will," Tony replied, kissing him for that. "You always do."

Steve smiled softly against his mouth. "You deserve everything," he said.

Which was why Tony had to smile back and bow his head a little like he should refute that, but Steve made it super hard to go with his knee jerk reaction of not being terribly deserving of nice things. "C'mon," he said instead. "Give me more."

Steve kissed the skin behind Tony's ear and added another finger, then curled them. "There?" he whispered, knowing exactly where he was aiming.

Tony gasped and tightened his grip on Steve. "If you tease me too much, I might come before you can fuck me."

He paused and sort of considered if it was sort of a turn on to still have Steve fuck him after that or not. He was settling on 'yes' there.

"Can't have that," Steve said, moving his fingers so he was only that spot every few strokes.

Tease.

Massive tease!

Tony groaned, biting and then sucking harshly on a spot high up on Steve's neck. If it were anyone else, there would be serious concern about everyone seeing that bruise.

"Oh, God, keep doing that," Steve gasped, adding a third finger. It was probably a little fast, but he was getting impatient.

Tony hissed a little, but wasn't about to stop him as that little twinge kept him from coming too quickly. And even rewarded it with another bite, rougher than he usually would have liked.

"Hurry," he groaned into Steve's ear.

"Working on it," Steve gasped, moving his fingers and much as he dared. "Don't want to hurt you."

"Christ," Tony muttered, clutching at him as those fingers glanced over just the right spot. "I'll just buy one of those plugs for next time so we don't have to wait."

Because clearly that was the solution here. Tony Stark, ladies and gentlemen.

"Teaching you to learn patience, love," Steve teased, scissoring his fingers.

Tony bit him again to muffle a whimper. Then pulled back enough to kiss the spot as he reached between them to palm Steve. Because he could also work on Steve's patience then.

That was helpful, right?

Not so much, no.

"Oh, you cheater," Steve gasped, tilting his head for another kiss like that. Yes, please, bruises.

Which just let Tony bite and try to suck bruises all along Steve's throat as his hand moved down Steve's dick to squeeze at the base. Because patience was what he wanted, right?

"Don't worry. I won't let you come yet."

Was that supposed to be something nice?

"So kind of you," Steve muttered, deliberately curling his fingers before withdrawing them entirely.

Tony started at that, pushing him forward against Steve's chest. "One of these days I'm going to see how close I can get you before stopping."

Steve smiled at him. "Really looking forward to that," he said before lifting Tony up like he didn't weigh anything and pushing him hard against the nearest wall, rattling the wall hangings slightly. "But now," he whispered in his ear, "I'm going to...do this instead."

And he pressed himself inside.

"Fuck." Tony pressed his shoulders back against the wall to take that new stretch. "Fuck, you feel so good."

How had they not done this before?

Steve stopped moving for a second so he could not come immediately like some kind of rookie. "You do too," he whispered, moving his hands under Tony's thighs to adjust the angle a little and holy shit.

Yeah, Tony was letting his head fall back against the wall with this because Steve managed to render him speechless with that.

Steve rested his head against Tony's shoulder, just breathing heavily. This felt amazing.

Just give Tony about thirty seconds yo reboot his brain. Perfectly normal things.

Once that was accomplished, he was practically clawing at Steve's shoulders and back for purchase. "I need you to move. Fuck me. C'mon."

Steve groaned, then slammed his hips forward hard enough to make the paintings jump again. "There?" he asked.

Tony whimpered in a way that he'd deny forever and clutched at Steve helplessly. "Yes," he gasped. "Please."

It seemed he only remembered his manners when a little out of his mind.

Steve rocked into him again, setting a relentless pace. This felt too good too slow down for.

And Tony might actually murder him if he tried that. As it was, he was clawing at his back and gasping each time Steve moved.

"More of that," Steve moaned. "Hold on harder."

"I think I'll end up drawing blood if I--if I do that," he replied with an attempt at a laugh that turned into a moan instead.

He might have tightened his legs around him, though.

"You're so good," Steve murmured, squeezing Tony's legs.

Tony let out a shuddery sigh, pulling him as close as he could. "Please. Just a little--"

"This?" Steve replied, tilting Tony to hit that magic spot.

Well, if he wanted Tony to claw at his back with abandon, he accomplished that. With aplomb.

Tony whined, coming before he really wanted to here. He had plans to enjoy this, damn it. He had plans.

"God, Tony," Steve whispered, hips still going as he fucked him through the orgasm. "So good."

His brain had been reduced to babbling mush at this point.

Tony would take that as a win. Once he could function beyond clinging onto Steve and groaning helplessly as he continued to move.

Steve was going to stay that for a little longer as he was a giant show-off with super-soldier stamina and this felt ridiculously good. He moved one hand away from holding Tony up and moved it into Tony's hair, kissing him until he needed to breathe again.

Which left Tony gasping for air even as he grabbed hold on Steve's hair to kiss him again.

"Fuck, you feel. You just."

"I know," Steve moaned, which...at least the two of them understood each other?

He rattled the pictures on the wall against as he came, shoving Tony back one more time.

Tony was going to have a bruise spanning his shoulders and feel amazing about it.

He ran his fingers through Steve's hair, soothing him through it

"Right," Steve said shakily when he could finally string words together. "This is where I live now. Fucking you into this wall."

Language, Cap.

Yeah, language.

Tony burst into helpless laughter, trying to hide it against Steve's neck. It didn't work, but that's where they were anyway. "You have my support."

And now he was making terrible jokes too.

Steve laughed too, hugging Tony tightly against him. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"I had an inkling," Tony replied, laughing dying off slowly. "I might also feel the same for you."

"You might, huh?" Steve said, smiling goofily at him. "I'll take it."

Tony smiled back at him, tugging him in for a kiss. "Now I actually need a shower, though," he muttered, not about to stop kissing Steve yet.

"I like you sticky and gross."

Thanks, Steve.

Tony rolled his eyes, but huffed out a laugh and gave Steve's chest a shove. "Let me down."

Steve gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek, then let him down. "Shower and a nap?"

"Yes," Tony said, holding onto Steve's shoulders for support as he stumbled a little.

Apparently Steve literally made his knees go weak.

Steve slid his arm around Tony's hips and smirked. "Did I make your legs stop working?"

"Its just lack of bloodflow." No it wasn't. "Don't smirk at me."

"I'll smirk if I want to," Steve said, chuckling.

"Brat," Tony grumbled, letting Steve help him for a moment before he was okay to walk on his own.

"You love it," Steve said quietly.

"Luckily for you, I do," he replied, tugging him down for another kiss. "A lot."

Steve kissed him back, crowding him--gently--against the nearest wall.

"Oh, did you like that?" Tony asked, smiling up at him. There was a small jerk as his shoulders touched the wall like he was somehow surprised to have gotten some bruises from all that athletic sex.

Steve's eyes wentwide. "I hurt you," he said, reaching out to cup Tony's cheek.

Tony had to laugh at that, putting his hand over Steve's and turning his head to kiss his palm. "I think that might the trade off for wall sex, babe. Wait until one--well, actually just me--gets some rug burn."

Steve smiled a little sheepishly. "The wall sex was fun," he agreed.

"You just just do the heavy lifting until they fade," Tony said, kissing him again. "And we can plan out the rug burn."

Tony, no.

Steve was blushing wildly. "What do you have in mind?"

"Oh, so many things," he replied, tugging him along to the shower.

Steve laughed. "I love how your brain works," he said, heading into the bathroom.

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