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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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."

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Steve shivered. "Really?"

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"Do I need to let you know how your ass looks in your uniform?" he asked, curling his hands around Steve's thighs to pull them apart just a little more. "I am only human, you know."

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Steve whined and forced himself to relax. This was Tony. It was fine. "Always thought it'd been made a little tight," he said.

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Tony went still for a moment, just keeping his hands on Steve's hips to feel the tension there. "You still with me?" he asked quietly.

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Steve nodded. "Just...not a view anyone's ever asked for without telling me to turn my head and cough."

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"Well, I'd like to get us comfortable with this before we go for the advanced things," Tony said, moving his hands up to spread Steve open so he could kiss him there as well. "You can sit on my face next time."

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"Oh God," Steve whimpered, half at the sensation of Tony's mouth and half at the mental image. "Please."

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Steve couldn't see the smile that caused, but he could feel and hear the little hum of approval before Tony moved a little closer to lick gently for now. Allowing Steve time to get used to something new.

And, alright, it was possible he was trying to tease every noise he could out of him.

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Oh, there were noises. Pleading little whimpers that Steve didn't even know he was making as he closed his eyes, stopped thinking about the logistics of how this was working and just enjoyed how amazing it felt.

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Then it was already beating out any fantasies that Tony might have had in the past. infinitely better even.

He let out a shaky breath, licking into him patiently now. If Steve hadn't had his healing factor, he might have had a difficult time sitting down between Tony's beard and enthusiasm.

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Steve was absolutely past caring about piddly little things like sitting down ever again. He shamelessly pressed backwards against Tony's mouth and slid one hand down between his legs, hoping to give himself some relief.

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Tony groaned at that little movement, wanting to somehow be closer to him even if that as a little impossible right now. He tightened his grip on Steve's ass to keep him in place to give him everything he could to get off.

He was going to end up with a sore jaw, but it would be well worth it.

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Steve's whimpers had turned into much louder noises interspersed with Tony's name as he began moving his hand as quickly as he dared. This wasn't going to last much longer, he promised, Tony's jaw.

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Tony would survive it! Especially as he moved one hand over in order to carefully press a finger into him as well. Nothing fast without finding the lube, but enough to let him really tease those noises out of Steve.

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Steve all but howled at that, pressing greedily against Tony's finger. "More," he groaned.

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"Bossy, bossy," he teased, carefully pressing his finger into Steve and curling it to find just where he needed to press.

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"Tony--" Steve wailed, long past caring what he sounded like. "Oh, God--"

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Which honestly only encouraged Tony to keep doing that. Just a constant, insistent pressure as he licked around where his finger pressed into Steve.

They were going to ruin that couch.

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Right about...now, even, as Steve came all over the cushion.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered, voice completely shot.

Language, Cap.

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Some other time Tony would have to test some limits there. But not right now.

Right now he was carefully pulling his finger free and pressing gentle kisses to Steve's hip and back. "Like that?"

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Steve was shaking head to toe as his nerves tried to come back into proper order. "Loved that," he said, flailing out with a hand for any part of Tony to touch and ground himself.