heroic_jawline | Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Night After the Dance

Something Tony hadn't noticed yet as he was firmly focused on those sounds and also continuing to breathe. He only pulled off with gasp once he was certain he'd worked Steve through the last of it.

"Holy cow," Steve moaned. "Did you ruin the suit enough or do we need to go again?"

There was a mess, but why let that stop them from trying a little harder?

"Think I mostly got my beard messy," Tony said, voice a little rough.

"C'mon up here so I can check," Steve rumbled.

Tony immediately crawled up to kiss him, grinding against Steve's stomach as he thoroughly enjoyed the whole lead up to this. In case Steve ever worried about that.

Steve chuckled, reaching out and tangling his fingers through Tony's hair (something he shouldn't be able to do). "You could just stay there and ruin the coat up close."

Yeah, what was up with that, Steve?

Tony kissed him again eagerly at the suggestion for a moment or three longer. Because it was distracting. "Wait, you broke the cuffs?"

Steve blinked. "No, I just got out of them."

Weird.

"Must not have fastened them as tight as I thought." In his defense, someone had been distracting him.

Steve leaned in and kissed him slow and dirty. "We can try again."

"After," Tony said, looking glazed as the kiss broke. "I want your hands on me."

"Oh, absolutely," Steve growled, holding his hand out. "Lick?"

Tony snagged hold of Steve's wrist, holding his hand steady to lick and suck a finger or two into his mouth. Because you couldn't just say things like that in that tone and not expect the most eager of responses out of Tony here.

"So good," Steve murmured, eyes gone dark and intense again. He slid his hand down between Tony's legs and squeezed. "There you go."

That forced a gasp out of him as he pressed forward into Steve's hand. And also to feel the grounding presence of Steve's body against his own. "God, Steve--"

"I've got you," Steve crooned, sliding his hand up and down.

"Yeah?" Tony murmured, panting hot and wet little breaths against Steve's neck as he clutched at his sleeves like that was the only thing keeping him upright.

Steve moaned softly, rocking up against Tony again. "Feels so good."

"I love how quickly you're ready for more," Tony said with a sigh, eyes shut as he concentrated on the feeling of Steve beneath him.

Steve's free hand reached down and squeezed Tony's butt. "Glad that didn't disappear," he admitted, blushing. He leaned in close to Tony's ear and added, "I can also paddle your ass without worrying I'm hitting too hard."

That's cheating, Steve.

It very much was cheating! As evident from the embarrassing noise that Tony made in response to it. "You--you could," he said, trying to recover some dignity.

Steve chuckled in his ear and slid his thumb over Tony's tip before moving his hand a little faster. "Oh, you liked that," he murmured. "I can still be in this uniform, give you some military discipline--"

And there was that just completely awful, embarrassing noise again as Tony clutched at Steve's shoulders and then hair as he couldn't seem to focus for long.

Steve was rapidly becoming addicted to that noise. "Mess up my jacket right now," he crooned, "and you'll have to be punished."

Oh no, how terrible, etc., etc.

Again with the cheating!

Tony choked off a moan, coming hard at the suggestion. Because someone here just loved when Steve took charge. It was all shivery goodness.

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