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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[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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."

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"You fiend."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed him again. "Tactical genius?"

[imafuturist]

"That too," Tony granted him.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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?

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

Vacation blowjobs. Those were a thing, sure.

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