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

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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.

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"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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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

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

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"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.

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"Possessive, too," Steve said, voice getting a little breathy. "I like that about you."

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"God, you're going to kill me with this," Tony whined. Because it was cruel of Steve to say things like that and still not let Tony come.

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"In the best way," Steve promised, starting to lose the last bit of his control again.

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Tony held onto Steve tightly, finding it very hard to focus on anything at this point. But he could hold on and do just what Steve wanted. Maybe. Hopefully.

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"So good for me," Steve groaned, leaving bruises on Tony's hips. "God, I love you."

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Tony would enjoy those as much as Steve would hopefully enjoy the scratch marks on his shoulders as Tony clutched at him and nodded in agreement with, well, anything Steve had to say when he was doing that.

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"Close," Steve gasped finally, squeezing his eyes closed again.

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"Can I?" Oh, look at him asking for permission! It was a sign of character growth... or something.

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"What happens if I say no?" Steve asked.

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"You wouldn't." Oh yes, push him, Anthony.

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Steve sucked on one of the bruises he'd left. "I would."