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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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."

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"Promises, promises," he teased, immediately going into for a hungry kiss.

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"I'm a man of my word," Steve murmured, nipping Tony's lower lip.

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They were going to still have to skip that picnic to avoid questions about all the lovebites and bruises coming out of this.

Ohhh nooo.

Tony moved as much as he could with Steve's hands on his hips because he liked someone being in charge as something to rebel against half of the time. And this was one of those moments.

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Steve smiled, letting Tony take the lead--as much as he'd give him, at least.

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Which meant that Tony was back to kissing Steve's neck and trying to leave marks there as he moved in a steady rhythm, searching for just the right one to get Steve as worked up as him.

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Steve's breath caught in the back of his throat at one move. "There," he sighed.

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Tony bit down at that, fingers digging into the meat of Steve's shoulders so he could repeat it just right.

For science. Yes.

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Steve shuddered. "Just like that."

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"Yeah?" Tony asked breathless and smug as he kept it up, hands moving along Steve's shoulders and neck. Because Tony was nothing if not an overachiever. "I'm going to get you there twice, right?"

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"Yes," Steve murmured, sucking a bruise into Tony's neck.

It wasn't going to take long for the first one if Tony kept that up.

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He would not complain about that. Not at all.

"One of these days," Tony groaned, changing pace just a little to speed it up. He was going to end up needing makeup for any board meetings following this weekend. "One of these days we're going to see how much we can get with you without that pollen."

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Steve groaned. "For science?" he teased breathlessly.

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"In case I need to build an armor just for you to use if I'm away," Tony replied, lips brushing against Steve's ear.

Which was science, clearly!

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And that was all they wrote for Steve with that mental image. "Jesus Christ, Tony," he gasped, shuddered as he came.

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Tony let out a shaky little breath because he still hadn't been able to come yet. "Don't say it's too much," he teased.

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"No," Steve said, closing his eyes and giving Tony a tight squeeze so he didn't come just yet. "I want that."

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Tony inhaled sharply, nails scratching at Steve's shoulders. "I'll put it on my Honey Do list," he gasped.

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"Move it up to the top," Steve said with an urgent kiss.

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Tony laughed without meaning to as he kissed Steve back. "Done. Any requests?"

Was he doing this to work Steve up or for the creative process? Both. The answer was both.

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Steve shook his head. "I want to hear you brainstorm," he said, kissing him again.

And again.

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"Something that can hold you nice and still," Tony said, tugging hard on Steve's hair to look him in the eye with a grin that promised so, so much. "And fuck you just how you like."