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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"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."

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"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.

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

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"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.

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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.

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

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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.

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"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--"

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

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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."

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

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It was certainly something worth remembering if you asked Tony.

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

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

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

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"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?

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"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.

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

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"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."

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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.

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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."

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

Yes, Tony, he liked this.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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