heroic_jawline | Apartment Above Stark Industries, Christmas Eve Day

That market really was a nice little bonus for Christmas shopping, wasn't it?

"Coming!" Tony replied, trying to remember if he'd packed the gifts at the bottom of his luggage without having to take anything out.

It was a thing.

"So's Christmas," Steve teased, sounding very pleased with himself.

"Ha. Ha. Ha," Tony drawled, hefting his bag.

Steve came out with his small duffel (and a round portfolio case with his shield, just in case) and kissed Tony's cheek. "Did you go to the market?"

"And miss out on German food?" Tony replied. "I think not."

"Did you have the sausages?" Steve asked. "And the pretzels? And the chestnuts? And the wine? And the crepes?"

Guess what Steve was doing, Tony.

Tony laughed, tugging him into another kiss. "And the church shaped waffles. And the marzipan. And the chocolates."

"Which I definitely didn't buy you," Steve said very convincingly.

"Uh huh," Tony replied with a laugh. "And I certainly didn't get you any either."

"I like the ones with the kirsch in them," Steve said, kissing him quickly.

"I'll be sure to not eat those," Tony promised, tugging on his arm to get moving.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Steve said.

"I booked us a nice, little room."

Meaning there was a private onsen for them and so, so much room.

"I am very doubtful of that," Steve said, smiling fondly. "I'm sure it's gorgeous and beyond anything I can imagine."

"We can do a hot pot tonight too," Tony said with a cheerful little bounce. He really enjoyed sharing new things with Steve.

Steve grinned at that little bounce. "You're looking forward to that. Lead on."

"I hope you packed warm," Tony warned him, tugging them along to the portal there. "Gets cold with the winds coming off from Russia."

"I packed all of the sweaters," Steve assured him with a grin.

"Be still my heart," Tony replied with a bright laugh.

"There's a new one, too," Steve said, smiling sheepishly. "Nat insisted."

Tony raised his eyebrows, trying not to grin. "Oh, Nat did?"

"I showed her the white sweater and she seemed determined to top Jan," Steve said.

It was a very healthy cross-dimensional friendship.

"Should I be worried about this competition?" Because neither of them lost gracefully.

"Maybe a little bit," Steve admitted, wincing.

"So long as it gets you nice clothing, I'll allow it," Tony replied.

Steve laughed and kissed his cheek. "You can see both and tell them which you like better."

"Oh, a dangerous proposition if you plan on getting out for sightseeing," Tony murmured into the kiss.

Steve grinned. "Rewards for good behavior, maybe."

"For that, I won't make you try too many weird things," Tony promised brightly as they were spat out if the portal in front of the snow covered onsen.

The view took Steve's breath away for a moment. "It's beautiful," he said, turning slowly to get the full experience.

Tony laughed, tugging on his arm to take him to their private 'little' compound along one of the stone pathways. "Wait until I bring you back here for spring."

There was some little anxious part of Steve that was soothed every time Tony talked about their future together like it was a foregone conclusion and he reached for Tony's hand to squeeze his fingers. "I like it just fine now."

"Picture this, only instead of snow, flower petals," Tony replied, settling in at his side for the slow meander.

The cold wasn't nearly as bad as it ought to be.

"That sounds breathtaking," Steve admitted, smiling over at him.

"It's a date," Tony replied brightly. Because they were judt disgustingly domestic sometimes.

Steve smiled and leaned in to kiss him even before they got to the door. "It's a date."

Tony laughed into the kiss. Tugging him close by the lapels of his jacket. "C'mon. It's chilly."

"And I really want to see the inside of this giant place you think of as small," Steve teased.

"It's a small... compound?" Of course it was.

"You're ridiculous," Steve said, squeezing Tony's hand again to make sure he knew he wasn't serious.

"You, sir, will enjoy the privacy once you're in that bath," Tony replied with mock prim tone.

"Filled with sake or water?" Steve checked.

"Water," Tony replied, elbowing him playfully as he slid the door open. "It's fed from a local hot spring--oh, shoes off."

"Oh, right," Steve said, toeing his deeply functional and boring loafers off.

Dad loafers if you will.

"Now, time to put our things down and get you in the water," he teased, doing the same with his much more expensive shoes.

One of the few pairs Patriot hadn't attacked.

"Trying to get me naked already?" Steve asked, laughing. "Why, Mr. Stark. I'm appalled."

He wasn't.

"Scandalized, huh?" However did Steve put up with him?

"Someone fetch my smelling salts," Steve said, laughing.

Tony tugged him into a kiss for that. How dare he look so happy and gorgeous.

"Don't swoon, darling."

Steve kissed him back, settling his hands onto Tony's hips. "Even when you get shirtless? Because I can't make promises."

"Contain yourself," Tony replied, crowding in close and nipping at Steve's bottom lip.

Steve let out a happy little noise, maneuvering them closer to the onsen. "I'm doin' my best--"

"Oh, is that it?" Tony interrupted with a playful little laugh. He tugged at Steve's clothing to help him out of them.

Yes. Helpful man that he was.

"You're trying to dare me into doing something," Steve teased, nipping Tony's neck after both of their shirts were gone. "It's working."

"Me? I'd never," Tony murmured, working on Steve's pants slowly.

"Of course you would," Steve said, swatting Tony's very distracting ass.

Tony started forward with a laugh. "C'mon, c'mon. It's rude to keep a man waiting."

"You started it," Steve decided, grinning back.

Tony raised an eyebrow, more forcefully tugging on Steve's pants to divest him of them.

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"Brat," Steve said, incredibly fond, and the tugged-off pants revealed a pair of extremely tiny Iron Man-themed briefs.

You're welcome, Tony.

Tony cracked up, having to lean against Steve to keep himself upright for a moment. "Oh, sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas," Steve said, grinning back.

"I am so madly in love with you right now," Tony replied, peppering kisses in between nearly every word.

Steve laughed. "Very mutual, sweetheart."

"Next time I'll find some Captain America themed underwear," he promised, pressing a hand down the back of Steve's to shamelessly cop a feel.

"You don't have some already?" Steve asked, leaning back into Tony's hand. "I'm disappointed."

"Nicer ones," he teased, crowding him along to the open bath. "Maybe the sort that come with a slutty Cap costume."

"It's got to be better than slutty Abe Lincoln," Steve said, sliding into the water.

"You're just upset you couldn't come up with one as creative," Tony replied, shedding the rest of his clothing to join Steve.

Steve smiled at him, slow and sweet. "That wasn't it."

"You sure?" Tony asked, beaming like that smile from Steve was the best thing in his life.

"Very sure," Steve said, reaching carefully for him.

Tony moved toward him, relaxing slowly into the heat of the water. "How do you like it?"

"The water?" Steve smiled happily. "It's warm."

"Brat," Tony murmured, settling in against Steve's side to rest his head on his shoulder and watch the snow fall from one of the windows.

Steve kissed the top of Tony's head. "I know neither of us are fans of cold water. This is beautiful."

"And if this doesn't warm you up enough, we have hot pot for dinner tonight." With so much extra food ordered for Steve's appetite.

"Not being cooked inside this pool, right?" Steve checked.

"Oh, definitely in this pool." Tony was just messing with him now.

Steve made a face at him. "Not really?"

"Japan's not that weird, darling," Tony replied with a peck on the cheek.

Steve laughed. "I knew that. I was just checking."

He'd only 80 percent been sure.

"Uh huh," Tony replied, pressing into Steve's side for firmly. Like he never wanted to leave.

Steve smiled over at him fondly and held on a little more tightly. "You've picked another beautiful spot, Tony. Thank you."

"You need to see all that's out there," Tony replied like it was just that simple.

Steve leaned in and gave him a soft, slow kiss. "Does it make me a bad tourist if I still love Paris best?"

"Nah," Tony replied with a pleased hum. "Paris has some sentimental reasons too."

Steve was always a little cautious initiating making out in the water--he hoped Tony had noticed that in case he felt coddled and got annoyed--but he gave Tony's lower lip a nip before pulling away.

Because that mouth was especially kissable.

"That was one of the very best nights," he agreed.

It was never fun having to navigate around their issues, but Steve being willing to try was more sweet than it ought to be. You know. For a normal person.

"You make me want to move there." So he could always spoil Steve.

Steve smiled and kissed him again. "Nah. It's perfect for special occasions."

"Valentine's Day and the like, huh?"

"Birthdays," Steve agreed, slowly shifting Tony into his lap, "anniversaries--"

Tony laughed, bracing himself against Steve's shoulders. "How many anniversaries do we have?"

"We can always have more," Steve said.

"Maybe our first kiss," Tony suggested, demonstrating his words with a deep kiss.

"First class together?" Steve said breathlessly.

"First argument," he teased with another kiss to keep Steve gloriously breathless.

"First time you beat me in sparring," Steve teased back, rolling his hips a bit. "Oh, wait--"

"Oh, you are a brat," he shot back playfully, pinning Steve back with another kiss.

Steve sighed happily and melted against Tony. "You like me bratty."

"Lucky for you," Tony murmured, shifting in place on top of him.

"Very lucky," Steve replied, smiling at him and settling his hands onto Tony's hips.

"God, I love you," Tony said, tossing his head back to move enticingly for him.

Steve kissed a slow line up Tony's neck. "Take this nice and slow?" he murmured.

"Please," Tony replied, hiding a smile against Steve's temple.

"Because we're on vacation and have nothing but time," Steve said.

And the water was warm and wonderful.

It also helped that the water wasn't about to get cold on them no matter how long they spent in there.

"You spoil me too much," Tony sighed, running his fingers through Steve's hair, scratching gentle lines over his scalp.

Steve let out a happy little rumble and tilted into Tony's shoulder. "You deserve it."

Tony laughed, doing that again for snother little rumble. Because it was possibly the very best sound over the gentle splashing around them.

"You have magic hands," Steve declared, squeezing Tony's hips just hard enough to leave light bruises.

"I've just figured out your weakness," Tony murmured, starting forward to grind against him.

"Head rubs?" Steve said, smiling. "Yeah, you're right." He kissed Tony's neck. "But only when done by handsome naked men."

"Then I'll have to do my best to keep you out of situations with those," he teased.

Steve rolled his hips. "With a very specific naked man," he amended.

"Much better," Tony sighed, matching the movement as he gripped Steve's hair tightly.

Steve sighed softly. "You feel amazing."

"Feel so much better wrapped around you," he teased. Because Tony was completely unrepentant about these things.

Hope Steve knew this already.

Steve did know that, which is why he was blushing. "But that would require moving and getting...things...right?" Steve replied. "And I'm lazy."

Steve was not lazy, but he was comfortable. Well. Turned on and not anxious to get out of the water and show that off to the presumably colder air.

"Oh, so you'll make me wait for that, huh?" Tony asked with a laugh, cupping Steve's face in his hands for another kiss.

"Teaching you patience," Steve said with an impish smile.

Tony hummed, slowly sliding a hand down Steve's chest and stomach before circling around him. "Patience, huh?"

He kept his grip so light that it was barely even there as though to illustrate the point.

Steve let out an involuntary little whine. "I can be patient, too."

"Oh, I know you can." Because he was a cruel, cruel man who was just barely moving his hand for him.

Steve was not going to be needy and rock into Tony's fingers, even though he really, really wanted to.

Two could play this ridiculous game of chicken, though, and Steve's hand slid from Tony's hip to a rather more interesting bit of Tony, barely grazing him as well. "Can you, though?"

They were going to end up breaking something.

Tony raised his eyebrows and tried not to grin. Well. Not too widely at least. "Oh, I think you'll find me very patient."

Steve smirked. "Really."

Tony shifted forward, making a soft noise of pleasure in Steve's ear as he tightened his hand just a fraction. "Steve," he breathed.

Oh, you were a cheater, Anthony Stark.

"That's not going to work."

It was totally working, and Tony would definitely be able to tell.

Hey, you challenged him. You were getting his A game now.

"What's not going to work?" Tony asked in that same breathless tone as he shifted in place like he just couldn't help it.

Because he couldn't, but it also had the side effect of tormenting Steve.

"You using that voice," Steve said, sighing. "It's not fair."

And that was his Cap voice, which was also playing dirty.

The groan from that wasn't exaggerated. "Pot. Kettle."

"Am I?" Steve asked, laughter in his voice as he gave Tony a little tug.

"Yes," Tony hissed, surging forward to tug sharply on Steve's hair with his free hand so he could work at a mark high up on his throat.

Steve moaned. "I thought I was being very nice to you," he said, slowing back down again like a complete tease.

Tony responded by trailing biting kisses down Steve's neck. Which sure was a punishment, right?

"Tony," Steve murmured, rocking his hips up into him, seeking more friction.

"Gorgeous man," Tony gasped, searching for the right rhythm to move with him.

"Yes, you are," Steve agreed, sucking a slow bruise onto Tony's collarbone.

Tony huffed out a laugh, turning it into a low groan at the tail end. "C'mon. More."

Congrats on abandoning the teasing, Tony.

"Slow," Steve reminded him like a huge pain.

"I can handle faster," Tony griped.

"I know you can," Steve said, giving him a lingering kiss, then a slow tug. "Let's try slow. I promise to make it worthwhile."

Tony sighed, kissing him back with the same tenderness. "Yeah. Okay. Better rick my world, Rogers."

Steve laughed, scratching his nails along Tony's spine. "I don't generally?" he teased.

"I don't know..." Oh, cruel, Tony.

Steve wrapped his hand around both of them, taking a slightly shuddering breath because it felt so good. "And here I'd had plans..." he teased, moving slowly but with purpose.

"Do tell," Tony gasped, clutching at his shoulders tightly.

Steve had gotten better at talking about sex, but he was probably never going to stop blushing as he did so. "Well," he murmured into Tony's ear, "I was going to get you nice and worked up here, then take you over to the bed and see if I could get you to come using just my mouth in ...places."

Rimming, Tony.

"And then screw you go and hard--"

It was a huge step forward! And Tony was utterly delighted by what Steve was saying regardless of the round about way in places.

"I wouldn't say no to that."

Steve smiled shyly. "Yeah?"

"You are very convincing," Tony said, grinning before kissing him again.

"I think you're open to being convinced," Steve said, moving his hand a little faster.

Tony's response was choked off as he scrambled for purchase along Steve's shoulders. "Just like that."

Steve was happy to let Tony take charge here--he had no intention of making this anything but a good water-based memory for the pair of them.

Tony was a terrible person to put in charge of this! If only because he was bad at denying himself when Steve was offering things so kindly.

He pushed Steve back against the edge of the pool for a hungry kiss as he moved into his hand.

Steve moaned softly, baring his throat for more kisses.

"You are gorgeous right now," Tony murmured, nipping at his exposed throat.

"I love you," Steve whispered.

Tony ducked his head, smiling at that like an idiot. "I love you too."

Steve tilted Tony's head back up so he could give him a long, slow kiss because words were failing him again.

Leave it to them to make sex in a famcy hot tub unbearably romantic.

"I'm all yours, darling."

Steve smiled at him. "There are still days where I find that hard to believe."

"That is very much the same for me," Tony promised him.

"I'm just a kid from Brooklyn," Steve said, nuzzling Tony's neck, "and you...are you."

"An old man whose been through the wringer a few times," Tony replied.

"Well, that's me too," Steve said. "Look at our shared experiences..."

Tony tilted Steve's face up for a kiss. "You, sir. Are beyond amazing."

Steve blushed to his ears. "I didn't invent a way to fly--"

"So?" Tony asked seriously. "You're amazing. It's part of who you are."

Steve kissed him again. "Thank you."

"Trust that I have excellent taste," he teased gently.

Steve smiled, nuzzling into Tony's neck again. "Well, the hotel's certainly nice."

"It was this or one of those capsule places." Don't ask, Steve.

"Bet the tub wouldn't fit in a capsule," Steve said, squeezing Tony's ass.

"I'd be much more concerned about you even fitting in one if those, let alone the both of us," Tony groaned. "What a terrible vacation that'd be."

"Separate, in claustrophobic pods?" Steve let out a little snort. "Think I'll pass."

"Couldn't do this," Tony agreed,rolling his hips.

Steve shuddered. "Or the other things I've had planned."

"It'd be a tight fit."

Tony. Tony. That was awful.

Steve burst out in semi-scandalized giggling. "Tony."

"I thought it was a good one," Tony replied, absolutely beaming at his terrible joke.

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"Of course you did," Steve said, giggling helplessly into Tony's shoulder. "I'm not sure I should positively reinforce this behavior."

He loved this behavior, terrible jokes especially.

"Don't want filthy jokes anymore?" Tony asked, running his fingers through the damp hair on the back of Steve's neck.

"Well..." Steve said slowly, "maybe only where I can hear them."

"Deal," he agreed with a slow, lingering kiss.

Steve sighed against Tony's mouth. "Bed?"

"Please," Tony breathed.

He should have warned Steve that it was a very traditional Japanese style place, right?

Probably. Ooops.

"Get onto the bed," Steve said. "I'm going to get some stuff."

Tony kissed him one more time before pulling away. And then, okay, one more kiss for good luck. "Careful with the doors here."

"Why?" Steve asked, blinking up, kiss-drunk, at him.

"They're fragile," Tony replied, looming far too pleased with himself.

"I'll be careful," Steve promised earnestly.

Tony granted him one more kiss before carefully pulling away to get out of the onsen.

Did he have to walk naked? No. There was a robe for each of them, but Tony was showing off.

Steve let out a wolf whistle, construction worker style.

Because they were the most romantic.

"Love you too," Tony called over his shoulder woth a laugh.

Steve grinned back before getting out of the onsen himself and ambling over to his bags to retrieve the massage oil he'd brought with him.

"Lay on your stomach, please," he said.

"Oh, do I get a massage?" It was Christmas coming early!

...literally this time.

"You get a massage," Steve confirmed, grinning.

"Best Christmas ever," Tony decided, settling in on the too low bed.

"I feel enormous," Steve said, not really thinking about how that would sound.

Yes, excuse Tony for cracking up into his pillow, shoulders shaking from the strain of trying not to let it show.

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"Oh, hush," Steve said, blushing alllll the way down.

"I happen to love how big you are," Tony cooed over his shoulder. It might have been more seductive if he was able to keep the giggles down.

Steve laughed and leaned in to kiss him. "Brat."

Tony tugged him in close to deepen the kiss. "You love it."

"I do," Steve admitted, kissing him hard. "God help me."

The noise made at that was decidedly pleased, twisting around to wrap his arms around Steve.

"I can't massage you like this," Steve fake-protested.

"And I can't kiss you the other way," Tony murmured with another kiss.

"It's a dilemma," Steve agreed, pulling Tony back into his lap.

Tony's fiendish plan for more kissing worked!

"Maybe we can trade off?"

"I'm listening--"

No guarantees about how much blood might be up there to process it, but he was listening!

That might have been Tony's plan, actually.

"You can always massage my front."

SO SUBTLE, ANTHONY.

Steve snorted. "Like your arms?" he said, pretending to be confused.

Steve.

"If that's your thing, sure."

Steve opened the bottle of oil and squirted some into his hands, warming it up. "Hmm," he said, pretending to think this over, "I am really into your shoulders in those sleeveless tops--"

And he started there, rubbing the oil into Tony's skin.

"Well," Tony began, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed that more than he expected.

Steve smiled, sliding his hands up along Tony's collarbone and along the back of his neck for a quick massage there, too.

Tony groaned at that, a soft, barely there noise as he tried his best to keep quiet. Because he was a stubborn man in his own way.

Steve smiled and slid his fingers up into Tony's hair for a scalp massage.

"You get to help me wash that massage oil out of my hair," he murmured with absolutely no heat behind it.

"Not right now, but yes," Steve said, rubbing the tops of Tony's ears.

It was a very thorough massage.

A pleased noise rumbled through Tony's chest as he tilted his head toward him for more of that. "You've picked up new tricks."

"I've been doing some reading," Steve said, smiling.

"I appreciate it greatly," Tony assured him.

"Don't want you running off with someone more adventurous or...bendy...or something," Steve said, hands moving along the shell of Tony's ear.

"What?" Tony asked with a laugh? Like the very idea was so ludicrous.

"It could happen," Steve mumbled, blushing.

"It really could not."

Fact.

Steve smiled shyly. "Yeah?"

Tony opened his eyes to give Steve a stupidly fond look. "Yeah. I'm the one who ought to worry here."

"Never," Steve said. "How could I possibly do better than you?"

"Oh,you don't understand your appeal to everyone else," Tony murmured, happily kissing him.

"I have appeal?"

So nope. No idea.

"So, so much," Tony replied, punctuating it with another kiss.

Steve smiled against his mouth. "Thank you," he said, sliding his still oiled up hands along Tony's sides.

Which made Tony squirm and laugh beneath him. "It's true."

Steve tickled him slightly, then reached up to tweak one of Tony's nipples. "I'm still yours."

"Thankfully," Tony gasped, arching his back into that.

Steve leaned Tony back against the pillows and slid his hands down along Tony's chest. "Front massage still okay?" he asked, voice rumbly.

"Yes, please," Tony replied, pressing up to kiss him.

Steve kissed him back like he wanted to do nothing other than kiss him all day.

Tony hummed, sounding like that was one of the best plans for a vacation he could imagine. "You kiss me like that again and I'll never end up leaving."

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"You've seen through my plan," Steve said, smiling.

"You fiend."

Steve kissed him again. "Tactical genius?"

"That too," Tony granted him.

Steve smiled and slid his hands further down to Tony's stomach.

Tony let his head fall back on the pillows as he pressed up into Steve's hand. "Moment over," he agreed.

Steve skimmed his hands down to just above where Tony wanted it, then moved all the way down to Tony's knees.

He let out a frustrated sigh, spreading his legs a little in case that helped Steve get the point.

Because clearly it wasn't Steve being a tease, right?

"Be patient," Steve soothed, slicking his hands up again and sliding them up Tony's inner thighs.

"I'm very patient," he lied sullenly.

"And you'll be rewarded," Steve said, sliding his mouth down over Tony with...basically no gag reflex.

Which was enough to knock the air out of Tony's lungs. He dug his fingers through Steve's hair, gripping tightly just for something to keep him the slightest bit grounded.

Steve moaned happily at that, sliding his hands up onto Tony's hips to grip them just as tightly.

Tony made a desperate little sound. Punched out of him as he very carefully moved his hips as much as Steve would allow him.

Steve pressed his hands down a little harder--stay where you are and enjoy this, he was saying.

He moved his mouth slowly over Tony, enjoying himself, too.

"C'mon," Tony whined, possibly a little more turned on by the easy control Steve had over him.

Steve was attempting to give Tony the slowest, most thorough blowjob of his life. It was vacation, after all.

Vacation blowjobs. Those were a thing, sure.

Tony shifted in place beneath him as desperation built up at that infuriating pace. "Please--"

Steve hummed and glanced up at Tony from under his eyelashes.

Brat.

For that, Tony tugged sharply on Steve's hair. He was just lucky it wasn't depression beard era long enough for more of that.

Steve moaned around him and finally moved faster.

His slicked up fingers were heading places, too.

"Fuck," Tony hissed, legs shaking slightlybfron the strain of staying still.

Steve pulled back with an obscene sound. "Too much?"

"Hurry up and fuck me already," Tony replied, trying to catch his breath.

Steve laughed. "Sweet talker," he teased.

Tony let out a shaky laugh in return. "Pretty please fuck me," he replied with that one grin of his.

The grin that made Steve do pretty much anything for him, you mean?

"Since you asked so nicely," Steve murmured, tilting Tony's hips up.

That was the one!

Toby let out a relieved sigh, arching his back to help him with that. "C'mon, c'mon."

Steve slicked himself up and shifted forward. "This might burn a bit," he warned.

Since he hadn't had a chance to do his far too slow prep of Tony.

"I'll manage," Tony assured him, clutching at Steve to get him closer.

"Stubborn," Steve murmured fondly, moving in with a low, unintended groan.

"You--you like that about me," Tony mumbled for no other reason than to focus on something other than the stretch of him after so long teasing.

"I do," Steve said, going still to let Tony adjust.

"Christ," Tony hissed, just breathing for a moment. "Move. C'mon."

Steve kissed Tony's forehead, shifting Tony's legs a little and then moved.

Tony would be feeling this for a bit.

For at least part of their vacation. Ohh nooo.

Tony groaned loudly, clawing at Steve's shoulders for purchase.

Hopefully there wasn't a hot pot guy near their rooms...

Steve wished the marks Tony was leaving would last more than a few minutes. He sucked a bruise into Tony's neck to compensate for that.

They would never be able to come back here, Steve!

Tony cursed, moving one hand to grip Steve's hair tightly. "Just like that."

Steve moaned and moved even faster.

At least they didn't have to worry about breaking the bed this time.

Tony made a broken, desperate sound, holding on tighter.

"There you go," Steve crooned. "Let go for me, Tony."

"You are just--" He cut himself off with another groan.

Steve's hands took a tighter grip on Tony's hips, holding him in place where he was sure to hit just the right place.

Which caused a much louder noise, followed by a healthy amount of begging. Which wasn't fair, Steven.

Steve laughed a little breathlessly. "Told you it'd be worth it."

"Almost," Tony choked out. "Christ, Steve..."

Steve moved one of his hands and reached between them to give Tony a little extra help.

It was embarrassing just how little of that it took before Tony made a mess of both their chests.

Oh, darn, back into the onsen.

...eventually, because Steve was still going for a bit.

Superhuman stamina, after all.

Tony pulled hard on Steve's hair to kiss him again like it might muffle some of the embarrassing, over-stimulated sounds.

"I've got you," Steve panted into Tony's skin, slowing down a little to prolong how good this felt for him.

Tony nodded in agreement with that, fibding that words were a little tougher than he'd thought they'd be at the moment.

"And then I can get you again in the hot tub," Steve whispered in his ear.

"Christ, Steve." He was getting Tony to think he might be able to go again much too quickly.

Steve hadn't meant to maul Tony's neck and collarbone quite so thoroughly, and he'd feel very guilty about it later, but right now, as he came, he had needed someplace to put his mouth that wasn't going to be heard by the entire staff...

At least it was scarf weather?

Tony went boneless beneath him, stroking the back of Steve's neck as he calmed down slowly.

Steve was breathing harder than he did after his multiple mile runs, so good job there, Tony. "Wow."

"Wow," Tony repeated with a laugh.

"I love vacations with you," Steve mumbled into where he'd mashed his face against Tony's chest.

Tony cracked up at that, still rubbing the back of Steve's neck. "I try."

Steve collapsed further against him--all billion pounds of super-muscle. "Well, you really put your back into this one."

Steve. Don't talk right now.

No, do! It was adorable.

"Did I melt your brain, darling?"

"A little, yeah," Steve said.

"Good," Tony replied smugly.

"But you're fine, huh?" Steve teased.

"I don't plan on walking again until tomorrow night, so... yes."

Congrats, Steve.

Steve's cheeks went pink. "Hot pot in bed, then."

"You get to deal with the hotel staff," he teased, absolutely delighted by the blush.

Steve's stomach gurgled right on time. "I guess I'll need pants."

Tony snickered, flopping back on the bed. "I'll find a robe," he promised. "Though you'll have to stop your very good impression of a blanket."

"I like being a blanket," Steve said, shoving his face into Tony's neck again.

"You're an amazing blanket," Tony replied, scratching slow circles over Steve's scalp.

Steve all but purred at that attention. "Feels nice."

"Well, you've earned it."

10/10. Would do again.

Steve smiled up at him. "That was fun."

"Good," Tony replied, smiling into Steve's hair. "You deserve fun."

"So do you," Steve said quickly.

Tony beamed and kissed him again. "You're amazing."

And Tony was firmly in the afterglow.

Steve looooved him like that. "So are you."

"I'll even teach you a little Japanese to get by." Hello and Thank You worked, right?

"Really?" Steve said, looking excited.

"As much as you'd like," he promised, going soft and fond at that enthusiasm.

"I love getting you to smile like that," Steve murmured.

Tony tugged gently on Steve's hair. "And I love when you're enthusiastic about new things."

Steve groaned softly. "Why does that feel so good?" he asked.

"Because it does," Tony suggested. "Doesn't need to be a reason so long as I can get you to make that noise."

Steve chuckled softly, only a little embarrassed. "You like that noise, huh."

"I happen to adore that noise," Tony corrected.

Steve blushed more. "Yeah?"

Which really only made Tony smile more. "It's amazing."

Steve temporarily stopped his blanket impression to lean up and kiss Tony. "I love getting you to make those noises, too. Feels like it's sounds only I've ever heard."

"You are very good at dragging then out of me," Tony replied, trailing his fingers along Steve's neck.

Steve shivered, then smiled. "It's my very favorite thing to do."

"Oh, you say the sweetest things, Captain Blanket," he teased.

Steve wrinkled his nose at him. "And here I'd gotten you a present..."

That he'd almost sent back about ten times because he was still a repressed guy from the 1930s when it came to sex.

Tony tapped a finger to Steve's lips. "It was a lovely gift. Blows mind right out of the water."

A trip to Japan and a watch worth more than a car. Maybe two cars.

"It did not," Steve said, "but I love you for saying so."

"I get to show you new places and things. It's the best part," he murmured.

Steve kissed him again. "Let me get us some food," he murmured, "and you can show me another new thing."

"Hope you've practiced your chopstick skills," Tony replied, grinning up at him.

Steve grinned back. "I have," he said proudly.

Tony surged up for another kiss. "Impress me, Captain Rogers."

Steve sucked on his lower lip before finally pulling away. "If I ask for hot pot, they'll know what I mean?"

"Nabemono," Tony replied, sitting up fully to hunt around for a robe or something. "I set it up in advance."

"Nabemono," Steve repeated carefully before padding--naked, since Tony enjoyed that--over to the phone to place the order.

"I think I heard them saying sake, too," he reported as he came back.

Tony hummed in approval of both the budity and sake. "Get me tipsy, darling."

Steve gave him a soft kiss as he returned. "You get very cuddly when you're tipsy."

"Just keep me safe and warm and I'll never stop cuddling you."

Probably with a very cuddly hand job in there. Because sake.

"I'll do my best," Steve said, climbing back into bed and wrapping Tony in his arms. "Warm I can fix now. Safe requires your suits, too."

"Oh, you think I can't call one here in a heartbeat?" This was Japan. Iron Man was super loved here compared to other coubtries.

That should not be as sexy as Steve found it, right? He bit his lower lip and smiled. "Nice."

"You can swoon manfully in my arms," he teased, pressing a kiss to Steve's lips.

Steve laughed. "Do I do a lot of manful swooning?" he asked.

"You could." Option was totally there!

Steve flopped over into Tony's lap. "Like this?"

No.

He was trying his best! "Oh, crushing my legs is now swooning?"

"Yes," Steve declared, grinning up at him.

"Put some pants on," Tony ordered with a messy, ridiculous kiss on his forehead. "Can't have you scandalizing people here."

Steve kept smiling. "I think I have some Iron Man sweatpants, too."

Tony's grin turned a little more hungry at that. "Tease."

"Got to keep you interested, too," Steve said, reaching into his bag for the pants.

"Never lose interest in you," he replied, sprawling out to watch Steve for a moment before finding his own pants.

That had been stolen from Steve.

"Aren't those my pants?" Steve asked, heading for the door as someone knocked.

"Are they?" They definitely were. But Tony was the guy who, underneath it all, only wanted to wear comfy clothes.

Steve laughed as he settled back onto the bed, carefully balancing the tray of food and booze. "You make them look good."

"I make everything look good," he teased, snagging a bottle of sake.

"And nothing at all," Steve said, kissing him.

"Ooo, very smooth," Tony replied, settling onto the bed with him as he popped the top off the sake to taste. "So, we cook the stuff in the hot broth. Hot pot. Get it?"

"Like fondue," Steve said, smiling a bit to himself.

Tony perked up, offering Steve the bottle once everything was safely settled in. "Like fondue. I asked for extra meat to keep you satisfied."

Steve snorted. "I've told you what I thought fondue meant, right?"

"Noooo," Tony said, sitting up to lean into Steve's space eagerly.

"In my defense, I was young and kinda dumb," Steve began, "but I thought it was a sex thing. Peggy very quickly set me straight on that."

"A sex thing?" Sorry if Tony burst into delighted laughter, Steve.

Steve turned bright red. "Howard asked her for a 'late night fondue!'" he said. "It sounded like a sex thing!"

"With Howard, I'm sure the implication was on purpose," he teased, trying to kiss away that blush.

Steve laughed softly, kissing him back. "Took me a while to realize that, too."

"Sorry my dad was such a jerk to you," Tony said with another kiss.

"I'm sorry it was a trend of him becoming a jerk in general," Steve murmured back.

"You didn't cause it." Mostly.

Steve kissed him again. "Doesn't make me less sorry," he said, reaching for a pair of chopsticks before his stomach made a deeply unsexy gurgling, growling noise.

Tony snickered into Steve's shoulder. "Eat. I've got plans for you."

"I'm all ears," Steve said, picking up a piece of meat and carefully maneuvering it into the hot broth.

"I have gifts to give you and then gifts to try out on you," he teased, putting a few veggies into the broth to cook a little.

"Any Iron Man themed?" Steve teased back, taking out one of the veggie bits and offering it to Tony.

Tony hummed, smiling before accepting the bite. "I went with your colors since you look so amazing in them."

Steve blushed, but smiled as he kissed Tony lightly before going back to the pot for something else to feed him. "Thank you?"

Tony beat him to it, fishing out a bite to offer to him. "Blue's your color."

Steve smiled around the chopsticks. "I'm glad you think so. You look good in everything."

Maybe not a plaid jacket with tiger stripes, but he'd still try...

HE WENT BLIND AND FORGOT WHAT PATTERNS WERE.

"Look better out of them."

SO. MANY. PATTERNS.

"And you're so modest, too," Steve teased, adding more food to the hot pot.

"I'm too amazing for that," he replied, pouring Steve a small glass of sake.

"Cannot dispute that," Steve said with a little grin, kissing Tony's nose and taking the sake.

Tony grinned, lounging a little on the bed and using Steve as a pillow. "You do too, don't worry."

Steve kissed him on the forehead and held out some more of the veggies. "I love you."

Tony hummed again, more than pleased with being pampered. "You're the best."

"That's just because I'm feeding you," Steve said with a little grin.

"Only part of it," Tony assured him. "The other part is you just being you."

Steve smiled over at him. "And that's why you're my favorite," he said.

Tony gave him a slightly boozy tasting kiss for that. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas, Tony," Steve whispered. "And many more."

"Happily," he replied with a dopey grin.

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