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

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"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?"

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"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.

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"'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."

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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.

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

[imafuturist]

"I have wondered how well you'd react to some technology, though," Tony said with a sigh. His eye fell shut for a moment as he tried to keep from moving his hips to get what he needed.

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"What sort of technology?" Steve asked, moving with more intent now. Tony had been amazing and deserved all the nice things, too.

[imafuturist]

One hand, that was perfect and amazing. On the other... it was just wrecking his concentration.

"I--" He swallowed and tried to remember where he was going with that. "--I got that toy."

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"You did," Steve said, kissing him again. "D'you want to use it?"

[imafuturist]

Tony had to kiss him for a moment before he could hope to respond to that. He brought his hands up to cup Steve's face so he could show his full appreciation for what they were currently doing.

And to gather his thoughts.

"No. I want you in me," he muttered, staying close as he could. "I wanted to see how well you handle that sort of vibration."

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Steve's eyes went heavy at the thought of that. "Next time," he said, moving his free hand up to curl into the hair on the back of Tony's neck. "Think I promised you wall sex, too, right?"

[imafuturist]

"Yes," Tony said with maybe a little too much enthusiasm for his poor ego.

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Steve chuckled, kissing Tony's neck. "Do you want to come first, or during?" he whispered in his ear.