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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[imafuturist]

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.

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"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.

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

"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."

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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."

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

"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."

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

"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--"

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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."

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

It was certainly something worth remembering if you asked Tony.

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

"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?

[imafuturist]

"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.