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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Oh, darn, back into the onsen.

...eventually, because Steve was still going for a bit.

[imafuturist]

Superhuman stamina, after all.

Tony pulled hard on Steve's hair to kiss him again like it might muffle some of the embarrassing, over-stimulated sounds.

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"I've got you," Steve panted into Tony's skin, slowing down a little to prolong how good this felt for him.

[imafuturist]

Tony nodded in agreement with that, fibding that words were a little tougher than he'd thought they'd be at the moment.

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"And then I can get you again in the hot tub," Steve whispered in his ear.

[imafuturist]

"Christ, Steve." He was getting Tony to think he might be able to go again much too quickly.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hadn't meant to maul Tony's neck and collarbone quite so thoroughly, and he'd feel very guilty about it later, but right now, as he came, he had needed someplace to put his mouth that wasn't going to be heard by the entire staff...

[imafuturist]

At least it was scarf weather?

Tony went boneless beneath him, stroking the back of Steve's neck as he calmed down slowly.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was breathing harder than he did after his multiple mile runs, so good job there, Tony. "Wow."

[imafuturist]

"Wow," Tony repeated with a laugh.

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"I love vacations with you," Steve mumbled into where he'd mashed his face against Tony's chest.

[imafuturist]

Tony cracked up at that, still rubbing the back of Steve's neck. "I try."

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Steve collapsed further against him--all billion pounds of super-muscle. "Well, you really put your back into this one."

Steve. Don't talk right now.

[imafuturist]

No, do! It was adorable.

"Did I melt your brain, darling?"

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"A little, yeah," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"Good," Tony replied smugly.

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"But you're fine, huh?" Steve teased.

[imafuturist]

"I don't plan on walking again until tomorrow night, so... yes."

Congrats, Steve.

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Steve's cheeks went pink. "Hot pot in bed, then."

[imafuturist]

"You get to deal with the hotel staff," he teased, absolutely delighted by the blush.

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Steve's stomach gurgled right on time. "I guess I'll need pants."

[imafuturist]

Tony snickered, flopping back on the bed. "I'll find a robe," he promised. "Though you'll have to stop your very good impression of a blanket."

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"I like being a blanket," Steve said, shoving his face into Tony's neck again.

[imafuturist]

"You're an amazing blanket," Tony replied, scratching slow circles over Steve's scalp.

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Steve all but purred at that attention. "Feels nice."