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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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."

[imafuturist]

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?

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Steve got much louder at that. "Jesus."

What excellent acoustics this shower had!

[imafuturist]

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.

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

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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.

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

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"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.

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

Brat.

[imafuturist]

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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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.