Stark Tower but Smallish [Sunday afternoon]

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It had been weirdly awkward between Steve and Tony since the emotional baggage day. Tony had been working in the lab, Steve had been eating all the Moobyburgers working out, restocking the cheese fridge, and checking in with his colleagues at home.

But today, Father's Day, Steve was giving Tony another hour before going into the lab and dragging Tony out, feeding him, and making him talk. He missed them being them.

[OOC: For that husband.]

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Tony ducked his head at that, smiling even as it made him squirm to get genuine compliments.

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"Now what to do with you?" Steve murmured, a smile in his voice.

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"Are you asking for suggestions or to tease?" Tony had to ask.

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Steve nipped down gently. "I'm not teasing you today. I want to give you what you need."

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"Anything you give me, I want," Tony sighed.

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"I want to remind you that I'm yours," Steve said. "And you're mine."

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"Yeah?" Oh sure, go ahead and make things more emotional for him.

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Tony needed a good way to release all of those emotions. Steve was helping! Sort of.

"Yeah," Steve said, moving his mouth lower.

No one else got to do this. Not ever.

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Tony whimpered for sure this time, shifting in place like he couldn't keep himself still when Steve went and did that.

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Steve rested his hand on Tony's hip, trying to ground him a little.

His mouth, on the other hand, was trying to make Tony lose his grip.

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The hand on his hip was very much needed if he was going to keep doing that. "Steve," he groaned, clutching the pillow tightly.

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Steve was intending to have Tony say his name much more loudly before he was finished here, and so he set to his task with more intensity.

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Well, hopefully he was okay with his name being interspersed with various curses and half formed bits of praise as he worked. Because Tony was enjoying this enough to lose the ability to do more than that.

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That was exactly what Steve had wanted! His own breath was starting to become a little ragged as he became more affected by how Tony was reacting.

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"God, Steve," Tony said, sounding like it was cracked out of his chest.

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Steve finally pulled away for air. "Tony," he replied, sounding shaky.

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Tony's reaction was a little whine that implied he was still alive. But just barely.

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"How do you want this one to end?" Steve murmured.

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Ask silly questions, Steve.

"Fuck," Tony sighed. "In me. Please. Want you all over me."

Someone needed a little (a lot) of reassurance.

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"I want that too," Steve murmured, giving Tony's ass a little squeeze.

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"Yeah," Tony said, nodding and maybe just a little delirious still. "Please."

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Delirious was good! He reached into the drawer for supplies.

"I've got you."

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"All yours," he agreed, being able to think again. For now. Even if he was feeling like a live wire.

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Steve didn't want too much thinking. He slicked his fingers up and checked on Tony.

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Look, his brain worked fast. It was difficult to keep him shut off for long.

"Here, sweetheart," he sighed.