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

[imafuturist]

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

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

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"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."

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

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

"It'd be a tight fit."

Tony. Tony. That was awful.

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

"Please," Tony breathed.

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

[heroic_jawline]

Probably. Ooops.

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

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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.

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Steve let out a wolf whistle, construction worker style.

Because they were the most romantic.

[imafuturist]

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

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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.