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]

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."

[imafuturist]

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.

[imafuturist]

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."

[imafuturist]

"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.

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Which, Steve would be pleased to know, made Tony's eyes go dark and intent as he watched.

"I wanted to press my fingers into you and then see if you liked my mouth there as well."

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Steve's eyes went wide. "Oh God, yes, please," he whispered.

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Tony smiled and looked maybe a little relieved that it wasn't met with a traumatized Steve. Because that ass featured heavily in many a fantasy of his. "Would you be okay on your hands and knees for me?" he asked, voice going maybe a little low and hungry.

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Steve leaned in first to kiss him--he was watching closely enough to see the relief. "I'm okay with that."

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"Tell me if the beard burn is too much, yeah?" Tony asked, kissing him back.

Because Steve 'Bite me harder' Rogers might not be into that or something.

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"I can tell you right now that it's not gonna be," Steve said, shivering, already imagining how good that was going to feel.

[imafuturist]

Oh, that shiver made Tony's grin turn sharp. "Turn over for me. You can use the arm of the couch to rest against."

They were defiling poor, poor Wall-E here.

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Inappropriate boners related to "Put on Your Sunday Clothes!"

Steve turned over and gave Tony a slightly nervous smile over his shoulder. "Like this?"

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"Beautiful," Tony said, kissing the small of Steve's back and smiling up at him. "Tell me to stop at any point. Does not matter when. You say stop and and we stop."

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"I'll tell you," Steve promised, voice gone low and broken already.

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Tony kept his touch gentle, hands running over Steve's hips and thighs as he trailed kisses down Steve's spine. He bite down gently right where the swell of Steve's ass began. "God, I have wanted to do this for a long time."