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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"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--"

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

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"Better--" Steve gasped.

He was going to lose this contest, and fast.

[imafuturist]

Tony was forced to grab onto the poor, poor headboard for balance as he moved with a rapidly building tempo. Because it felt just so, so good.

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Well, it wouldn't be entirely Steve's fault when it broke, then! Steve would cling to that.

Steve moaned louder. "Keep going."

[imafuturist]

Tony would still be gleeful over a broken headboard. Because of course he would.

"Yes," he agreed, gasping to catch his breath. "You feel so good."

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"Harder--" Steve moaned. "C'mon, Tony."

[imafuturist]

"Harder," Tony repeated, causing the bed to creak ominously as he moved with more force. But it was hard to hear over the other noises at least.

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Steve wailed, squeezing his eyes closed. His senses were getting overwhelmed in the best possible way. "So close--"

[imafuturist]

They were going to break something in every room of the house this week. Because of course they were.

"C'mon, Steve," Tony gasped, holding out to keep his word on driving Steve crazy.

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Well, there was good news and bad news. The good news was that the cuffs held, despite Steve's very honest efforts to break them.

The bad news was the bed they were attached to was not as robust and snapped as Steve came.

[imafuturist]

Which left Tony without a headboard to hold onto, but luckily he wasn't too far behind Steve in coming. He fell forward a bit, catching himself on his forearms over Steve.

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Steve was breathing harder than he did after running an actual marathon. "Jesus."

[imafuturist]

"That was," Tony began before needing to stop and catch his breath.

And sort of reset his brain too.

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"Jesus," Steve repeated.

[imafuturist]

"Yeah," Tony agreed, shivering a little as he kissed Steve's cheek and then neck.

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Steve sighed and shivered, his body already trying to recover.

[imafuturist]

That earned him another quick kiss before Tony was checking on the cuffs and unfastening them to look after Steve's wrists. He tsked a little, entirely aimed at himself for not making them padded enough on the inside.

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"I'll be fine in five minutes," Steve assured him.

And ready to go again. The superserum was ridiculous this week.

[imafuturist]

"I'll make them better," he promised, bringing one of Steve's wrists up to kiss.

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"You always do," Steve said, eyes soft and fond.

[imafuturist]

Tony smiled as he kissed the other wrist next. "Broke the headboard."

Oh, that smile was a pleased little smirk now.

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Steve's blush went all the way to his hair. "Yeah, we might've."

[imafuturist]

"More things to order," he said brightly.