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 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."

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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."

[heroic_jawline]

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."

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

"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?"

[heroic_jawline]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

"In calligraphy," Steve said. "Very tasteful."

[imafuturist]

"Would I get to put one on you as well?" Tony asked, looking very thoughtful as to how he could get that to stay on Steve's body.

[heroic_jawline]

"'Property of Steven Grant Rogers?'" Steve teased. "That doesn't make any sense."

[imafuturist]

"Cheeky," Tony muttered, tilting his head to nip at Steve's jaw.

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"You like me cheeky," Steve said, tilting his head up because yes to allllll the beard burn today.

[imafuturist]

It was really for the best that Steve healed so quickly. If they both walked around looking well fucked all the time, people might get upset. "I don't know if you have any other setting to be honest."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed, sliding his hand down Tony's chest to rest in his lap. "Maybe not," he agreed.

[imafuturist]

Tony shifted in place a little at that, spreading his legs a little more for him. "Might take a little configuring to see what else we can get."

[heroic_jawline]

"Mmm," Steve said, rubbing his thumb across Tony's tip. "Open to suggestions."

[imafuturist]

"The hands on approach has--has worked so far," he replied, digging his fingers into the meat of Steve's shoulders.

[heroic_jawline]

"This is true," Steve agreed, moving his hand slowly. "Can't go wrong with a classic."