Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was supposed to be in upstate New York right now, but a series of, um, illuminating text messages from Tony had made him change plans on Sunday.

And now here he was in bed, drinking Gatorade, looking for sofa replacements on his phone and trying not to die of blushing.

[OOC: For that guy and it's that week, so guess where this would be going. NSFW, eventually.]

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"Have you seen you?" Steve replied, nuzzling Tony's neck.

[imafuturist]

"Much too busy looking at you," Tony assured him, wrapping his arms around Steve like he'd never let him go.

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Steve blushed. "I do not deserve you."

[imafuturist]

"You underestimate yourself," Tony replied, kissing him deeply.

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"Only in some areas," Steve murmured, falling back against the pillows and pulling Tony with him.

[imafuturist]

Tony laughed and put his hands on Steve's shoulders like he could keep Steve pinned in place like that. "I am going to make you feel as beloved as I possibly can."

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Steve rested his hands on Tony's hips, squeezing hard enough to leave light marks. "Give it your best try."

[imafuturist]

Which meant Tony was helpless but to wriggle a little in his lap. "I have plans," he said, pressing in for another hungry kiss. "So many plans."

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"Tell me," Steve murmured, shivering slightly.

He loved listening to Tony talk.

[imafuturist]

"I am going to pin you down and ride you until I'm satisfied," Tony informed him. Which, this week? Could be for a while.

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Steve let out a low moan. "Pin me down with hands or with something else?" he asked, rolling his hips.

[imafuturist]

"I think you can be good and keep your hands up for me," he suggested. "Don't you?"

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Steve smiled and moved his arms up--right after pressing into the light bruises he'd already left on Tony's hips. "I can."

[imafuturist]

"See how good you are," Tony sighed, knowing that refreshing those bruises would be next on the list of things to do for them.

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"Very," Steve promised, voice going low and raspy.

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"Gorgeous," Tony murmured, leaning in to suck a mark onto Steve's throat as he groped around for the lube.

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Steve sighed softly and tilted his head up to give Tony more access. "Harder," he said.

He wanted marks to last longer than five minutes.

[imafuturist]

Tony abandoned his search to do just that. Because he couldn't possibly refuse Steve anything when he sounded like that.

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Steve moaned and arched up off the bed a bit. "Just like that."

[imafuturist]

Tony let out a pleased little sigh, shifting closer so he could keep that up to wring out any noises he could.

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Steve's voice was going to be ruined by the end of this. "Tony," Steve groaned, gripping the bedframe tightly to remind him not to reach out and touch.

[imafuturist]

"Doing so good," Tony sighed, blowing cool air over a bite.

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Steve shivered. "You make it easy."

[imafuturist]

"Do I?" Tony asked, trying his best to not make it easy as he reached between them to take him in hand.

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Steve moaned. "Well, sometimes."