Apartment Above Stark Industries, Christmas Eve Day

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Steve was packing up his sweaters and a few additional gifts he'd picked up at the suddenly convenient Christmas market (after having partaken in sausages, mulled wine, and every variety of crepe he could try) and called out into the rest of the apartment: "Tony--you ready yet?"

[OOC: For ALL the SP.]

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Steve smirked. "Really."

[imafuturist]

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

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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.

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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

Congrats on abandoning the teasing, Tony.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"I can handle faster," Tony griped.

[heroic_jawline]

"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."

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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--"

[imafuturist]

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."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled shyly. "Yeah?"