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]

Tony responded with that small, private smile that Steve dragged on out of him with the power of his sincerity in moments like this. "You're perfect, you know that?"

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Steve laughed. "I'm hardly perfect, but thank you."

[imafuturist]

"You are," Tony replied, reaching up to brush a thumb over Steve's cheek. "Bad taste in protein powder and all."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve leaned into Tony's hand and smiled softly. "I adore you."

[imafuturist]

Tony arched up to kiss him again. Because why not be complete saps to break things up sometimes?

[heroic_jawline]

Steve sighed happily into the kiss. "Mine," he murmured.

[imafuturist]

"Yours," he agreed readily.

[heroic_jawline]

His hand slid down and cupped Tony's ass. "Not too sore?" he checked.

[imafuturist]

Tony hissed, but kissed him again anyway. "Might need something after, but it's good right now."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'll take such good care of you," Steve promised, kissing him again.

[imafuturist]

"You already are," Tony replied, smiling into the kiss.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled back. "Good," he murmured.

Something inside him unclenched when Tony looked so happy.

[imafuturist]

"Make good on your promises, Captain Rogers," he teased, scratching his nails over Steve's neck.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hissed lightly. "I never break a promise," he said, laughing and reaching for the lube.

[imafuturist]

Tony nipped at his bottom lip one more time before relaxing back on the bed. As much as he could with the abused skin on his bottom stinging on the fabric beneath him, that was.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled again, sliding a slicked-up finger slowly into Tony.

[imafuturist]

Which didn't help with the wriggling around in the slightest as he anticipated more of that. "C'mon..."

[heroic_jawline]

"Just checking," Steve murmured, biting down an a bruise he'd left on Tony's throat.

[imafuturist]

To my gripped the back of Steve's neck tightly at that, encouraging more of those bites. "I know, I know."

It was sweet, really.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve slid another finger in. "I like you impatient," he teased.

[imafuturist]

"Brat," Tony sighed.

[heroic_jawline]

"Maybe a little," Steve chuckled low and happy as he scissored his fingers a bit.

[imafuturist]

"A lot," he gasped, clutching at Steve's neck and shoulder for purchase. "Jesus, Steve..."

[heroic_jawline]

"I've got you, sweetheart," Steve crooned, moving his fingers just a little faster.

[imafuturist]

"Keep going, keep--keep going," Tony mumbled, trying and failing to keep his breath even.