Stark Industries, Saturday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

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]

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."

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

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

"Fuck, you feel. You just."

[heroic_jawline]

"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.

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

"Right," Steve said shakily when he could finally string words together. "This is where I live now. Fucking you into this wall."

Language, Cap.

[imafuturist]

Yeah, language.

Tony burst into helpless laughter, trying to hide it against Steve's neck. It didn't work, but that's where they were anyway. "You have my support."

And now he was making terrible jokes too.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed too, hugging Tony tightly against him. "I love you. You know that, right?"

[imafuturist]

"I had an inkling," Tony replied, laughing dying off slowly. "I might also feel the same for you."

[heroic_jawline]

"You might, huh?" Steve said, smiling goofily at him. "I'll take it."

[imafuturist]

Tony smiled back at him, tugging him in for a kiss. "Now I actually need a shower, though," he muttered, not about to stop kissing Steve yet.

[heroic_jawline]

"I like you sticky and gross."

Thanks, Steve.

[imafuturist]

Tony rolled his eyes, but huffed out a laugh and gave Steve's chest a shove. "Let me down."