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

[heroic_jawline]

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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[imafuturist]

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.

[imafuturist]

"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."

[heroic_jawline]

God bless that super-serum refractory period. "And how do I like it?" he asked, rocking Tony against him.

[imafuturist]

Definitely not a side-effect that thought about in the creation of it!

"Like you're someone smaller, someone who can be covered fully by the bulk of the armor, and just taken care of," Tony said, voice cracking a little bit as he struggled to focus on his words.

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Steve shivered, squeezing Tony again. "You're good at taking care of me."

[imafuturist]

"You are all mine," Tony gasped. "God, I love you."

For matching his freak.

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"I love you too," Steve said, moving to the other side of Tony's neck and leaving a matching bruise. "What will you be doing while I'm held down?"

[imafuturist]

"Watching," Tony sighed, head to the side to allow for all the marks he'd be looking at for the following week. "Watching and listening to the noises you make while it fucks you."

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"What if I'm not making any noise?" Steve asked, scratching down Tony's spine.

[imafuturist]

"You will be," Tony promised, arching forward against him. "The armor will be able to keep up with you. The only way you're not making noise is if you're finally worn out by it."

Which was the best case scenario.

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"It takes a lot to wear me down," Steve said, rocking his hips hard. Tony'd be feeling this for a while.

[imafuturist]

Tony made surprised noise at that even as he was the one riling Steve up for this. "Call it a goal then."

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"It's good to have goals," Steve said, sweat starting to bead at his hairline.

[imafuturist]

"I'll succeed. Promise." You know. For both of them.

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Steve shivered in anticipation. "And if you don't the first time, we'll keep trying."

[imafuturist]

"However long it takes to be just right for you," Tony said, moving faster now. He was showing the strain at this point.

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Steve bit down on Tony's shoulder, leaving another bruise. "Not until I come again," he scolded without hit.

[imafuturist]

"You're going to ruin me," Tony groaned, trying to find a pace that he could manage that while really wanting to let go.

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"And possibly your plane," Steve said, sucking on Tony's earlobe.

[imafuturist]

"Worth it," Tony groaned.

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"Embarrassing to explain to the rescue team," Steve added, shifting Tony's hips to get him to speed up again.

[imafuturist]

"Fuck, Steve--" Way to completely fry his focus with that.

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"Or maybe not," Steve murmured. "You exhibitionist."

[imafuturist]

"Maybe I like people knowing you're all mine," Tony replied, sounding strained.

Also people knowing he was Steve's, but that was unpacking more stuff.