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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"Snacks are good too," Tony said with a completely serious nod. "Eat your ice cream, lover boy."

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Steve snorted. "Lover boy?" he repeated. "Really?"

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"You've called me 'doll' if I recall correctly," Tony replied, scratching slow patterns into Steve's scalp.

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"I will deny it forever," Steve declared, closing his eyes.

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"Just as long as you don't call me a dame," Tony said, trying and failing to not smile as he continued to massage Steve's head.

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"Mmmmmm," Steve sighed, leaning into Tony's hands as much as he could. "I will never mistake you for a dame. Too much facial hair."

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It was like he was an oversized cat with that sort of reaction. "Clearly you didn't spend any time in Greece."

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"That is very rude," Steve scolded lightly, taking a spoonful of ice cream for himself and then holding one out for Tony.

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Tony snickered, accepting the spoonful without complaint. It was sweet and novel to have Steve feed him like this. "Apologies."

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"Accepted," Steve said, intending to kiss him quickly, and then lingering a moment.

Mm, cold mouth.

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One that tasted like vanilla and chocolate too!

Tony didn't have any objections to w lingering kiss. In fact, he hummed a little, moving up to make it easier to accomplish.

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"I will never get enough kisses from you," Steve murmured. "Could do this all day."

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"That," Tony replied, trailing both habds through Steve's hair. "I can totally support."

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"Aren't you very busy and important?" Steve said, nipping Tony's neck. "I'm sure you have other things to be doing."

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"All work and no play," Tony replied, eyes fluttering shut. And thank god no one could see that to mock him for it.

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"You are anything but dull," Steve murmured, sucking a slow bruise into Tony's skin.

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Tony let out a shaky little groan, tightening his grip on Steve's hair. "You're sweet."

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"I'm truthful," Steve said. "And grateful for all the idiots that didn't see how amazing you are when they had the chance."

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Well, if his goal was to wring an honest to god blush out if Tony, he succeeded. Spectacularly. "I think I'll have to keep you," he said way too soft for the joke to land. Instead it just sounded hopeful.

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Steve smiled at him, then reached out to touch Tony's face, running his fingers over the blush. "That was my plan," he whispered back.

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Unfair, Rogers. He was the smooth one in this relationship.

Sort of.

"I feel like you used your tactical skills against me here." He did not sound upset about it, at least

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Steve smiled and kissed him. "I use them when I want to get something right."

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"I see how it is," Tony replied, biting at Steve's lip. You know. Helpfully.

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That was super helpful!

Steve moaned. "God, you feel good."

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"I bet you say that to all the geniuses you seduce," he teased, spreading his legs to straddle Steve rather than just lay sprawled against him.