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]

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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--"

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

Brat.

[imafuturist]

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.

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Steve moaned around him and finally moved faster.

His slicked up fingers were heading places, too.

[imafuturist]

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

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

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

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Steve laughed. "Sweet talker," he teased.

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

That was the one!

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

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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.

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

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

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"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.

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

[imafuturist]

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