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," Steve murmured, resting his head against Tony's back.

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"Just like that," he sighed, pressing up to meet him. "God, I need you."

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"I need you, too," Steve replied, keeping his hips smooth and steady. "This is your reminder."

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Tony made a noise at that that wasn't quite broken, but it was in the same vein at hearing Steve say that.

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Steve nipped down on the nape of Tony's neck. "I've got you."

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"More," Tony asked, letting out a shaky breath.

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"Oh, we're going slow," Steve murmured. "I wanna take you apart."

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"Steve." That was both amazing and terrible at the same time.

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Steve chuckled. "You'll love it, I promise." They both needed the release.

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"You'll make sure," Tony murmured, reaching back to brush his fingers along Steve's cheek.

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Steve pressed another kiss to the nape of Tony's neck. "I take care of you," he promised, sliding his hand down to help Tony out a little.

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Tony groaned at that, head falling forward to muffle that against the pillow. "Please, Steve--"

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"Almost, sweetheart," Steve said, keeping up his same steady pace. "Let yourself feel it."

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He was a cruel, cruel man. And Tony was clearly so very into it from the mumbled curses and repeating litanies of Steve's name with each smooth press into him.

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Steve moaned softly as he tried to keep that steady pace. "Ready?"

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"Yes," Tony hissed, letting it turn into a groan at the end.

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"Good," Steve murmured, moving harder but just as slowly. "Let go for me, my love."

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"I need--" Tony whined, wriggling beneath him.

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"This?" Steve asked, twisting his hand a bit.

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Oh, there it was.

Tony groaned, loud enough that a neighbor might hear them had there not been loads and loads of protection against that.

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"That's it," Steve crooned, moving faster as he finally let himself go, too.

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Steve was going to leave Tony so very well fucked and without any sort of thought process going on for at good long while.

"More," Tony whined. "Please."

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Steve wanted this to build like a gentle, unstoppable wave for Tony, and so he pulled himself back in check, but the sweat on his forehead was showing how much it was costing him. "You have enough," he promised. "Just let it happen. Don't fight it."

Asking either of them to give up their controlling natures was a tough ask, and he knew it.

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Yes, it was going to be a struggle against his own nature to just allow something to happen without doing something to get there.

But Tony was at least trying to do as Steve asked, only wriggling a little bit.

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"There you go," Steve murmured, adjusting his hips slightly. "You're so close--"

Steve wasn't the most natural with dirty talk.