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 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.

[imafuturist]

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.

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"More of that," Steve moaned. "Hold on harder."

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"I think I'll end up drawing blood if I--if I do that," he replied with an attempt at a laugh that turned into a moan instead.

He might have tightened his legs around him, though.

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"You're so good," Steve murmured, squeezing Tony's legs.

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Tony let out a shuddery sigh, pulling him as close as he could. "Please. Just a little--"

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"This?" Steve replied, tilting Tony to hit that magic spot.

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Well, if he wanted Tony to claw at his back with abandon, he accomplished that. With aplomb.

Tony whined, coming before he really wanted to here. He had plans to enjoy this, damn it. He had plans.

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"God, Tony," Steve whispered, hips still going as he fucked him through the orgasm. "So good."

His brain had been reduced to babbling mush at this point.

[imafuturist]

Tony would take that as a win. Once he could function beyond clinging onto Steve and groaning helplessly as he continued to move.

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Steve was going to stay that for a little longer as he was a giant show-off with super-soldier stamina and this felt ridiculously good. He moved one hand away from holding Tony up and moved it into Tony's hair, kissing him until he needed to breathe again.

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Which left Tony gasping for air even as he grabbed hold on Steve's hair to kiss him again.

"Fuck, you feel. You just."

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"I know," Steve moaned, which...at least the two of them understood each other?

He rattled the pictures on the wall against as he came, shoving Tony back one more time.

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Tony was going to have a bruise spanning his shoulders and feel amazing about it.

He ran his fingers through Steve's hair, soothing him through it