Tony's Greek Island, Friday afternoon [NFB for distance]

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Tony had flown Steve, Patriot and himself to their Greek island as an apology for forgetting to emerge from the lab for the first part of the break between classes. (The Greek island had been a gift for something else. Steve tried not to think about it too hard. Sometimes he had to let Tony be Tony.)

The weather was hard to complain about: 80 with bright sun and a light breeze, perfect for laying out next to the pool wearing nothing but a smile (after going for a long, clothed, hike and having a big lunch because Steve had to be Steve, too). Sunscreen had been applied because even the super serum couldn't completely counter the Irishness, and Steve had a book about World War II that was getting enough wrong to keep him entertained.

Mmm, vacation. He tilted his head towards the door Tony had disappeared through a few minutes earlier. "How are the margaritas doing?" he called out.

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Steve's fingers slipped inside of Tony, moving quickly. Your words were working, Tony.

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"You and I are going to feel that after," Tony said, taking in a deep breath as he adjusted and then biting Steve's shoulder and sucking a mark there.

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Steve moaned softly. "That's what I want."

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"More," Tony ordered, rocking back onto Steve's fingers.

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"Oh, you're gonna feel me for a week," Steve promised, moving his fingers a little harder.

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"Holding you to that," Tony gasped.

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"I would hate to disappoint," Steve murmured, kissing him softly.

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Tony sighed into that kiss, continuing to press back onto Steve's fingers. To help him out. Clearly.

"Never."

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"You're being nice because what I'm doing," Steve teased.

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"I could be mean," Tony suggested, reaching between them to take Steve in hand. "If you'd like me to be mean."

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"I can handle whatever you want to dish out," Steve said with a mean little twist of his fingers.

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Tony inhaled sharply, hand tightening around him. "Fuck, Steve--"

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"Fuck Steve comes later," Steve murmured with a tiny smile, moving his fingers with purpose.

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"Promises, promises," he gasped.

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"It's a long trip home," Steve said, pulling his fingers out of the way.

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"Building a bed for the jet next," Tony babbled. Because that was clearly a reasonable thing.

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Steve laughed and nipped down hard on the skin just behind Tony's ear. "Nah. I want you to ride me."

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Tony clutched at his shoulder, trying to focus on more than just feeling him. "All yours."

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"And you're gonna stay right here until I'm finished with you?" Steve asked teasingly. "It could be a bit."

He was feeling uninhibited today. Might let that super-serum out for a spin.

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"Yes," Tony agreed readily. Because he'd say yes to just about anything Steve said in this moment.

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Steve wrapped his hand around Tony, squeezing lightly. "You don't get to come until I do," he challenged. "...twice."

Might as well give it a try, right?

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Oh, the noise Tony made at that was somewhere between shocked and delighted. "You are amazing, you know that?"

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"Am I?" Steve asked.

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"So amazing," Tony replied, pushing on Steve's shoulders so he could actually ride him in earnest.

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Steve gasped as he moved his hands down to Tony's hips, locking him in place. "Wanna knock any other experiences right out of your head."