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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"Fuck," Tony hissed, hand tight in Steve's hair. "I made a monster."

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Steve chuckled, warm and pleased with himself. "You won't have to wait long," he promised.

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"Better not," Tony whined.

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"Ten, twenty minutes," Steve teased.

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The distraught noise that pulled out of Tony was probably hilarious from an outside perspective. "I will include a cockring on that armor," he shot back.

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"I'm not afraid of you," Steve said, tightening his grip on Tony.

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"I am going to wreck you," Tony hissed, shoving him against the seat for a demanding kiss.

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"You are already," Steve said, kissing back just as hard.

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They were just so lucky they didn't have any neighbors for this.

Tony wasn't one to step down from a challenge, so of course he continued to match Steve note for note.

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Part of Steve's inhibition was the lack of neighbors (sorry, Patriot).

Steve's tempo was starting to stutter as his grip on his control began unravelling.

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They could see how well the seat held up as Tony murmured absolutely filthy suggestions on what that armor would do to Steve.

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One of the bolts was definitely less attached to the floor than it had been when they'd started.

"Keep talkin'," Steve slurred, going raspy and Brooklyn.

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Stress testing the plane!

Tony grinned so much at getting the old accent out of him before obliging and adding maybe a few more details that were just going to get the both of them in trouble when they needed to use a normal armor for fighting bad guys.

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Death by blushing was a thing, right?

"Tony," Steve all but wailed at a particularly interesting description, shivering as he came again.

This seat would have to be burned.

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It might be! In Steve's case, at least.

"That good?" Tony asked, definitely sounding strained.

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"That good," Steve agreed, releasing his too-tight grip on Tony and swiping his thumb across the time. "You are perfect."

He knew how to push your buttons, too, Tony.

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...that was cruel of him. Cruel and all sorts of amazing as Tony came with what was practically a sob.

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Steve wrapped his arms around Tony so neither of them tipped out of the chair.

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Which was for the best because Tony went utterly boneless at that. They were so, so lucky that the autopilot was JARVIS and fully capable of dealing with anything during this time.

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"Don't suppose you have a shower on this ridiculous plane?" Steve asked with a breathless chuckle.

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"Decontamination shower," Tony slurred, still slumped happily against Steve.

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Steve nuzzled Tony's neck. "Later."

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"We are going to be so sticky." Tony was for sure.

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"I'd offer to clean you up, but I don't think you want to move," Steve teased.

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"I really don't want to move, he agreed.