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]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

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

Language, Cap.

[imafuturist]

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?"

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

Tony grinned, tugging him back to have Steve on top of him and away from the poor, stained arm of the couch. "Good. Because I really would like to do it again."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve cuddled in close, kissing the spot where Tony's neck met his shoulder. "It was amazing."

[imafuturist]

Tony wrapped his arms around Steve, trailing fingers down his back. "You're pretty amazing."

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Steve was still shivering a bit. "I didn't do anything," he said, smiling up at Tony.

[imafuturist]

"Beg to differ," Tony said, putting a hand on the back of Steve's head to guide him into a kiss. "God, the sounds you make."

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Steve sighed, running his fingers along Tony's beard. "Because your mouth should be illegal," he said.

[imafuturist]

"We all have our talents," he teased, hooking his leg over Steve's thigh to keep him close.

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"Please, please tell me this isn't on a resume of yours," Steve teased back.

[imafuturist]

"Only because I've never had to write one for myself," Tony assured him. "I could include an entire paragraph dedicated to my oral skills. Maybe you'd like to add a recommendation?"

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"No," Steve said, kissing him possessively. "I don't want anyone else to know."

[imafuturist]

"They can also know I'm all yours," Tony replied, perfectly happy with possessive Steve when this was the result.

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"Maybe a stamp of some kind," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

Okay, that made him laugh. "Property of Steven Grant Rogers?"