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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Which was why Tony had to smile back and bow his head a little like he should refute that, but Steve made it super hard to go with his knee jerk reaction of not being terribly deserving of nice things. "C'mon," he said instead. "Give me more."

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Steve kissed the skin behind Tony's ear and added another finger, then curled them. "There?" he whispered, knowing exactly where he was aiming.

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Tony gasped and tightened his grip on Steve. "If you tease me too much, I might come before you can fuck me."

He paused and sort of considered if it was sort of a turn on to still have Steve fuck him after that or not. He was settling on 'yes' there.

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"Can't have that," Steve said, moving his fingers so he was only that spot every few strokes.

Tease.

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Massive tease!

Tony groaned, biting and then sucking harshly on a spot high up on Steve's neck. If it were anyone else, there would be serious concern about everyone seeing that bruise.

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"Oh, God, keep doing that," Steve gasped, adding a third finger. It was probably a little fast, but he was getting impatient.

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Tony hissed a little, but wasn't about to stop him as that little twinge kept him from coming too quickly. And even rewarded it with another bite, rougher than he usually would have liked.

"Hurry," he groaned into Steve's ear.

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"Working on it," Steve gasped, moving his fingers and much as he dared. "Don't want to hurt you."

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"Christ," Tony muttered, clutching at him as those fingers glanced over just the right spot. "I'll just buy one of those plugs for next time so we don't have to wait."

Because clearly that was the solution here. Tony Stark, ladies and gentlemen.

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"Teaching you to learn patience, love," Steve teased, scissoring his fingers.

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Tony bit him again to muffle a whimper. Then pulled back enough to kiss the spot as he reached between them to palm Steve. Because he could also work on Steve's patience then.

That was helpful, right?

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Not so much, no.

"Oh, you cheater," Steve gasped, tilting his head for another kiss like that. Yes, please, bruises.

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Which just let Tony bite and try to suck bruises all along Steve's throat as his hand moved down Steve's dick to squeeze at the base. Because patience was what he wanted, right?

"Don't worry. I won't let you come yet."

Was that supposed to be something nice?

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"So kind of you," Steve muttered, deliberately curling his fingers before withdrawing them entirely.

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Tony started at that, pushing him forward against Steve's chest. "One of these days I'm going to see how close I can get you before stopping."

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Steve smiled at him. "Really looking forward to that," he said before lifting Tony up like he didn't weigh anything and pushing him hard against the nearest wall, rattling the wall hangings slightly. "But now," he whispered in his ear, "I'm going to...do this instead."

And he pressed himself inside.

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"Fuck." Tony pressed his shoulders back against the wall to take that new stretch. "Fuck, you feel so good."

How had they not done this before?

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Steve stopped moving for a second so he could not come immediately like some kind of rookie. "You do too," he whispered, moving his hands under Tony's thighs to adjust the angle a little and holy shit.

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Yeah, Tony was letting his head fall back against the wall with this because Steve managed to render him speechless with that.

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Steve rested his head against Tony's shoulder, just breathing heavily. This felt amazing.

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Just give Tony about thirty seconds yo reboot his brain. Perfectly normal things.

Once that was accomplished, he was practically clawing at Steve's shoulders and back for purchase. "I need you to move. Fuck me. C'mon."

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Steve groaned, then slammed his hips forward hard enough to make the paintings jump again. "There?" he asked.

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Tony whimpered in a way that he'd deny forever and clutched at Steve helplessly. "Yes," he gasped. "Please."

It seemed he only remembered his manners when a little out of his mind.

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Steve rocked into him again, setting a relentless pace. This felt too good too slow down for.

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And Tony might actually murder him if he tried that. As it was, he was clawing at his back and gasping each time Steve moved.