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

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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

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"Filled with sake or water?" Steve checked.

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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.

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

He wasn't.

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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

"Don't swoon, darling."

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

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

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"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."

[imafuturist]

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

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

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

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

[imafuturist]

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.

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

"Merry Christmas," Steve said, grinning back.