Stark Industries, Saturday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Steve came into the shop and let his shield drop to the ground with a muted clang. He wiped at the dust on his face, then squared his shoulders with visible effort and called out, "Tony? You around?"

Another lead, another fruitless Bucky search, this time in stupidly muggy Singapore. Steve needed a shower, a pizza or three, and a nap.

And a hug, but he was kind of hoping he wouldn't need to ask for one of those.

"I'm back!" he added a little needlessly.

Comments

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

And not helping Tony lose any clothing either. Oops.

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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