Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Night After the Dance

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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]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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--"

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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--"

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

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.

[imafuturist]

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.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve chuckled as he glanced down at the absolute mess Tony had made of him. "Oh dear," he said, kissing him thoroughly.

[imafuturist]

Tony kissed him back eagerly, if a little dazed about it still. "Did I make a mess?" he asked in that completely unrepentant tone.

[heroic_jawline]

"Such a mess," Steve said, wiping at a little of it with his fingers. That would definitely not help with Tony's ability to focus, huh?

[imafuturist]

Tony helped him out there by capturing Steve's hand with his own to suck his fingers clean. He always loved when Steve did that, so why not return the favor?

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's brain kind of shorted out at that. "Tony," he gasped, kissing him hard.

[imafuturist]

Tony wrapped his arms around Steve to kiss him back, only stopping once more air became a necessity. "God, I love you."

[heroic_jawline]

"I love you more," Steve said, rolling them over so Tony was under him. "All of these ribbons are gonna leave bruises on your chest," he said, continuing to kiss Tony's neck.

[imafuturist]

"Oh no," Tony agreed, arching his back to press up into him as best he kid in his pinned down position. "What will I do?"