Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Night After the Dance

[heroic_jawline]

Steve headed through the door, smiling at Tony. "Okay, engineering genius. How'd they get the bus into that room?" he asked, reaching up to loosen the tie on his uniform.

[OOC: For that guy.]

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[imafuturist]

Tony hummed and ran his hands over the clean lines of the uniform. "Sit," he ordered sharply.

[heroic_jawline]

"How long has this been a thing you've wanted to do?" Steve asked, sitting immediately.

[imafuturist]

"Since I first saw you in your dress uniform," Tony admitted cheerfully. He grabbed the cuffs, making sure to check the padding on the inside of them. A new addition.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve whimpered, spreading his legs helpfully and holding out his hands. "But that was years ago!"

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed in agreement, carefully attaching the cuffs to his wrists. "So, this is Christmas morning for me."

[heroic_jawline]

"Hope I don't disappoint," Steve murmured.

[imafuturist]

Tony was forced to lean in and give him a sweet kiss for that. "Not likely to happen."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve nipped at Tony's lower lip. "Do your worst," he teased.

[imafuturist]

"Oh, you're asking for it now," Tony replied, giving him a playful little shove before snagging a pillow so he could kneel between Steve's spread thighs.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve tumbled backwards onto the bed, laughing. "Now I can't see," he complained.

[imafuturist]

"Oh no," he whispered, dragging his nails along the inseam of Steve's pants before working on unfastening them. Because he needed to blow Steve yesterday.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a low moan. "God, you feel good already."

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed happily, getting his hands and mouth on Steve the very moment he could. All because he wanted nothing more than to make a complete mess of Steve in that uniform.

...he'd pay for the dry-cleaning.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's voice cracked as he moaned. "Your mouth should be illegal."

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed again, louder this time as he took as much of Steve as he could. He made it eager and messy in his need to fulfill this fantasy he'd had for a little while.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was suddenly glad he couldn't see Tony's face at all because this would be over entirely too quickly.

"Perfect, perfect man," he gasped, focusing on the ceiling and on keeping his hands still.

[imafuturist]

Tony pulled off with a wet noise. "You're doing so good."

[heroic_jawline]

"Not as good as you are," Steve panted.

[imafuturist]

Tony smiled up at him, gripping Steve's hips tight before swallowing him back down. Because this could be almost zen as he focused on dragging noises out of Steve.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve choked back a low wail and rocked up into Tony's mouth just a little. "Christ."

[imafuturist]

That was exactly the sort of response Tony was hoping to get as he gripped Steve's hips tightly to keep some control of the movement. But he wasnt about to stop anytime soon with Steve sounding like that.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve whimpered and stilled, trying to be good for Tony. "Just like that," he gasped.

[imafuturist]

He was being so good. Tony hummed in approval, working him over with his hand and his mouth to get another one of those cracked groans.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's voice definitely cracked again on the "Tony," he gasped. "Close--"

[imafuturist]

Which meant Tony pulled off just long enough to murmur, "Good." before he went back to trying to drive Steve insane.