Apartment Above Stark Industries, Wednesday Night

[heroic_jawline]

After another futile Bucky search, Steve slumped back into the apartment, told JARVIS to order the standard Chinese takeout (that is: the whole menu, plus extra crab rangoon) and started the hottest shower he could stand.

When he felt like he'd washed the awful of the day off, he pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of Stark-branded sweatpants and headed for the living room with a heavy sigh. "JARVIS, is Tony still down in the lab?"

[OOC: For the guy!]

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[imafuturist]

"Slower?" Tony gasped, glancing back at him over his shoulder. "You're the one--"

He tightened his grip on Steve's forearm as though to point out that Steve was firmly in control of the speed they were going right now.

And that was both the best decision and the worst in equal measure.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve reached down and held Tony up using his ridiculous biceps. "Slower," he teased.

That was practically stopped, Steve.

[imafuturist]

"Fuck," Tony muttered, trying to get his breathing under control, head falling forward as he kept the rest of himself propped up against the coffee table. "Been doing research, sweetheart?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Some," Steve said, bringing Tony all the way back down. "And I know you like gettin' a little bit manhandled..."

[imafuturist]

Tony made a noise like the wind had been knocked out of him at that, gripping the edge of the table hard enough that his knuckles were going white.

"Hmhm," he hummed tightly. "'an you--you like control."

[heroic_jawline]

"I do," Steve said, nipping Tony's earlobe. "And I love the noises you're making right now."

[imafuturist]

"Yeah?" he stuttered, pressing back as much as he could with Steve's grip on his hips. "This is... this is..."

So much more than any fantasies or what they'd actually done leading up to it.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's laugh rumbled deep in his chest. "So much better than I'd hoped for," he said, pressing Tony all the way down again.

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed again in agreement, high and strained as he tried his best to focus. "You are gonna kill me."

[heroic_jawline]

"I am not," Steve said, sinking his teeth into the back of Tony's neck. "I'm going to make you very happy."

[imafuturist]

"Already do," Tony hissed out in one quick exhalation, fingernails digging into Steve's forearm to keep himself grounded.

[heroic_jawline]

"Good," Steve whispered. "Now I'm just going to keep using you like this, okay?"

He was so not good at just taking anything.

[imafuturist]

It was working for Tony at least!

Tony groaned, a broken sound as his head fall forward and shoulders went loose and pliant for him. "Yes--yes--"

[heroic_jawline]

"Oh, you beautiful man," Steve crooned, moving Tony faster. "So good to me--"

[imafuturist]

Tony cursed, finding it hard to catch his breath when he said things like that in conjunction with moving like that. "Please."

[heroic_jawline]

"Gonna be able to come just like this, sweetheart?" Steve asked, shifting Tony slightly so he was hitting just the right spot.

[imafuturist]

"Keep doing that and--just keep doing that," Tony gasped. Because it was definitely working to get them to Steve's goal.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve set a slightly punishing pace, determined to bring them both to the edge...and then pull back, like a jerk.

[imafuturist]

Which was why Tony made a sound that was just on the edge of a sob. He let go of Steve's arm to cover his mouth before it could happen again.

[heroic_jawline]

"Ohh, that's a pretty noise," Steve murmured, rocking faster again.

[imafuturist]

"Fuck, Steve," he replied, muffled by his hand and the desperate groans that brought about.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned and slowed down, pulling Tony down as deeply as he could.

[imafuturist]

And there was the sob again as Steve seemed very intent on driving Tony insane with this. "Please, Steve. Please," he begged, trying to move his hips despite the grip Steve had on him.

[heroic_jawline]

"Shhh, I've got you," Steve said, finally moving Tony as quickly as they both needed.

[imafuturist]

Tony arched his back, pressing into Steve's chest with his head falling back against Steve's shoulder. "Oh god--almost--"