Tony's Lab [Avengers Tower But Make it Bitty, Thursday Night]

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hadn't gone back to Manhattan for the good Chinese food but he was definitely using dinner to bribe Tony out of the lab again. He poked his into the lab and held up the bag of Thai food. "If you want any of the chicken satay, you need to put your work down for ten minutes," he said, smiling. "Patriot smelled the peanut sauce and is getting very pushy."

[OOC: For the husband!]

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"Beyond words," Steve agreed, "which is why I know you're enjoying this."

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Tony laughed quietly and tugged on his hair in agreement with that. "Lucky me."

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"Well, I have to earn my keep somehow," Steve teased.

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"Oh, darling," Tony sighed as Steve moved just right. "You more than..."

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Steve nuzzled Tony's neck. "Good to know."

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"You drive me insane," Tony sighed, enjoying that little bit if affection during this far too much.

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"Just as crazy as you make me," Steve replied, nipping down gently even as his hips weren't being at all gentle.

Sorry, table.

[imafuturist]

At least the table wasn't in danger of breaking! Tony was serious about his lab equipment.

"More," Tony groaned.

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Steve, always worried about hurting Tony, nodded. "A little more," he agreed.

[imafuturist]

Well, it had him clawing at Steve's back through the fabric of his shirt. "God, almost, sweetheart. Almost."

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Steve moaned. "Me too," he admitted, "but not without you."

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"C'mon--" Tony murmured, working a hand between them to help himself over the edge.

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Steve let out a needy sound he'd be ashamed of if he had any brain space left to care at all, and squeezed Tony's hips hard enough to leave bruises.

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Well. They were for sure going to need to change clothes now.

Tony let out a shaky breath, going loose limbed against the work table to enjoy the afterglow.

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Steve chuckled from where his face was mashed against Tony's skin. "Well. I'll be sure to bring more Thai food in here."

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"You seduced me," Tony insisted, running his fingers through Steve's slightly damp hair.

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Steve laughed. "With my wiles?"

Did he have wiles?

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"With your wiles," Tony agreed, laughing with him.

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"I'm glad you're open to my wiles," Steve said, kissing him on the mouth.

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Tony hummed into that kiss, sounding happy about it. "38% of why I married you."

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"That's a strangely specific percentage," Steve said.

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"It's an estimate." A very specific estimate.

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"An estimate," Steve repeated, laughing.

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"I'm prone to those from time to time," he replied, giving Steve a little push.

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Steve laughed again. "Are you? I've never noticed."