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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Steve tried to put the ice cream down and ended up slopping some of the melted part onto his hand as he moved. "You're the only one I've tried it on, so yes, all of them," he said with a grin, then frowned down at his hand.

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Tony grinned at him, reaching out to steady his hand before once again helping him out by licking the drip off.

He did promise that before. And he was a man of his word.

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Steve's brain short-circuited. "Holy shit," he whispered, staring at Tony's mouth.

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Did Tony need to make eye contact with him while doing this? Not really.

"You're making a mess," he chided, glancing down just long enough to take one of Steve's fingers into his mouth.

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"Sorry?" Steve finally managed after two or three false starts where nothing came out of his mouth but a deeply pathetic little whimper.

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"Why do I think you're not sorry at all?" Tony asked, moving a little so he could cup Steve through his sweatpants.

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"Because you are extremely bright?" Steve offered, arching up into Tony's hand. "Jesus."

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"I did want to lick chocolate off your stomach," he said, kindly rubbing him through the fabric in a slow, teasing circle.

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"That seems like the best idea ever," Steve babbled, "but I also don't want you to move."

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"I won't move," Tony promised, leaning down to kiss his collar bone.

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Steve sighed happily and slid his fingers through Tony's hair, petting him.

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Tony bit down on his skin, curling his fingers around Steve. There were so many reasons he liked Steve in these pants.

So many.

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"You can bite harder," Steve said a little breathlessly. "Want to bruise for more than a few seconds."

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Tony kissed that spot before biting down harder, depending on him to say if it was too much.

It might not have helped that he was combining it with a little squeeze.

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Steve rocked up off the sofa with a groan. "Christ. Yes, please."

To all of that, really.

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Tony exhaled sharply, letting go of Steve just long enough to shove his hand under the waist of his pants. Because that was a great response.

Perfect even.

"I love the sounds you make."

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Steve leaned in and kissed him. Hard. "I love you can get me to make them."

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Tony made a pleased noise, meeting him with equal force. "We're supposed to be cuddling," he said, laughing a little between kisses.

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"This is just...advanced cuddling," Steve said, grinning at him. "Besides, you started it."

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"I did not," Tony replied, messing up that attempt at being offended by licking a stripe up Steve's neck.

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"Tony--" Steve hissed, sliding his hand into Tony's hair and giving it a little yank.

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Tony made a strangled noise at that, cheeks flushing red and mouth falling open before twisting into a sly smile. "No good?"

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"So, so good," Steve babbled, keeping Tony close. "God, Tony."

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"Want to know what my original idea was to make you feel better?" he asked, reaching over to put his fingers into the slightly melted ice cream so he could offer it over to Steve.

Honestly, they were going to end up with inappropriate reactions to this flavor of ice cream.

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"I'd love to know," Steve said, leaning in and sucking one of his fingers into his mouth.