Stark Industries, Saturday afternoon

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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.

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"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.

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

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

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

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"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.

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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.

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

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Steve whimpered. "None."

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"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.

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

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"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."

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

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

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

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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."

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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."

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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

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

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"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.

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

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"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?