Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday afternoon

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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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Steve rumbled happily. "Staying."

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Tony kissed him one more time for that noise.

"Love you," he said quickly. Then kissed him again before darting off.

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"Love you too," Steve said, shamelessly ogling Tony's rear end.

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Tony returned shortly with a completely new pair of cuffs to test out. "If you can break out of these, I'll have to start from scratch."

How did Tony make that sound delightful and exciting?

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Steve laughed. "I'll try very hard to break 'em," he promised.

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"Thank you," Tony said oh so solemnly as he locked them around Steve's wrists. "It's for science, you know."

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"I know how much you love science," Steve agreed.

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"Almost as much as I love you," Tony said, checking for a moment that it wouldn't dig into Steve's wrists and actually hurt him.

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Steve loved him for checking. "That's a lot," he said, flexing his wrists.

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"It is," Tony murmured, knowing full well that he'd still fuss over any bruises that were left by them. He kissed Steve again as he moved to straddle his hips.

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Steve let out a low sigh of anticipation. "Love you more."

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Tony kept kissing him, slicking his fingers in order to work on opening himself up for this. Because now he had to go and prove his feelings.

With sex.

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Well, sex solved everything this week.

Steve sighed. "Let me see?"

[imafuturist]

That was true.

Tony sighed and sat up straighter, very slowly working on himself and making sure to let all the sighs and moans out to let him know how much he was enjoying himself there.

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Steve was definitely giving those cuffs a bit of a stress test as he watched Tony and couldn't touch.

He wasn't putting his entire strength into it, though.

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Cuffs or bed frame. One of them was going to break before the evening was up.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tony asked breathlessly.

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"Not as much as you are," Steve said with a little smile. "Keep going."

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"You'll get there soon enough," Tony assured him with another gasp. "Very soon."

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"As soon as you will?" Steve murmured.

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Tony hummed, reaching back a little more to take him in hand. "That depends on you, sweetheart."

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Steve moaned. "How can I help?"

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"By continuing to be as good as you're being right now," Tony said, carefully sitting back down on him.

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Steve bit back a low wail because Jesus, that was exactly what he needed.

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"Just like that," Tony sighed, going nice and slow.

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Steve's toes curled. "You feel--"

Amazing.