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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[imafuturist]

Yes, both the flexing of Steve's arms just forced Tony to run his hands up along the muscles there. Forced him to. "You good, sweetheart?"

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"So good," Steve panted.

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"Perfect," Tony sighed, taking that as permission to move in earnest.

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Steve whined and gripped the bedframe more tightly, trying to stay still.

[imafuturist]

Which meant they were successfully accomplishing science!

"Let me hear you," Tony said.

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Steve let out a low wail. "Tony."

That bedframe was doomed.

[imafuturist]

But think of how thrilled Tony would be over it!

Tony planted a hand on Steve's chest for stability as he moved faster at those noises. "Steve, you feel just so--so--"

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Steve nodded hard, biting his lower lip. "Amazing."

And yes, the pollen helped, but when he and Tony really got going, it was like this a lot.

[imafuturist]

They tended to go a little nuts on reuniting after one of them was away for a bit.

Tony nodded in complete agreement with that. "God, I never want to let you leave this bed."

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Steve laughed breathlessly. "Well, I'm currently stuck?"

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"Objections?" Tony asked, gently scratching his nails over Steve's chest.

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"None," Steve murmured.

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"Didn't think so," Tony said with a breathless laugh. "God, like that..."

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Steve flexed his arms again. "Like this?"

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Tony hissed, having to run his hands over Steve's ridiculous arms for that. "Yes. God, you look so good like this."

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Steve smiled under hooded eyes. "You like having me under your control, hmm?"

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"I very much like it," Tony replied, humming as he made sure to move a little faster to keep Steve on edge.

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Steve whined and yanked harder on the cuffs.

[imafuturist]

"Close, sweetheart?" Because that noise? That was lovely.

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"Not until you are," Steve muttered stubbornly.

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Tony let out another breathless laugh, scratching his nails down Steve's chest again. "That's a challenge."

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Steve smirked at him. "Really."

He was doing it on purpose.

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"Really," Tony replied, switching up his rhythm all to drive Steve crazy.

But also himself.

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Steve's breath caught in his throat. "Tony--"

[imafuturist]

"Better?" he groaned, enjoying this just as much as Steve seemed to be.