Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday Morning

[imafuturist]

Tony had actually managed a full seven hours of uninterrupted sleep last night which made today a red letter day for his brain.

Which was why he was leisurely sipping his coffee as he watched the news.

And he wasn't even torturing himself with Fox. It was like he was growing as a person.

[expecting a guy]

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[imafuturist]

He was such a giver like that!

Tony groaned, pressing into Steve's hand for more of that. He returned the favor, pushing his hands down into Steve's pants to cup his ass possessively.

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"Tony--" Steve whimpered, tightening his grip slightly.

[imafuturist]

Which really only encouraged Tony to continue doing that, pushing down on Steve's pants. "I regret putting on pants right now."

[heroic_jawline]

They were well-loved sweatpants and therefore not putting up much a fight to stay up. "I'm regretting you putting on pants, too," Steve said, trying to pull them off.

Though if Tony hadn't been wearing any when Steve had come home, it was entirely possible he would have exploded in a combination of lust and embarrassment.

[imafuturist]

It would have been a very different greeting. Which Steve could probably look forward to for special occasions.

Pulling his pants off would probably work better if Tony would just stop keeping Steve close with his legs, but that was just a bridge too far for him. "Maybe I should get those tear-away pants for athletes," he joked.

They were for athletes and strippers.

[heroic_jawline]

"Didn't we think that's what my uniform was the weekend we thought we were strippers?" Steve asked, giving up on removing the pants and just mouthing Tony through the fabric instead.

[imafuturist]

You were going to be the death of him, Steve.

"Mmmhmm," Tony agreed, biting his lip to keep quiet as he dragged his hands through Steve's hair.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hummed happily to himself as he removed enough of the fabric to pay Tony some, um, proper attention.

His goal was to get Tony not to be quiiiite as quiet.

[imafuturist]

Because Steve was a cruel man who tormented him so.

Tony gasped, tightening his grip on Steve's hair. "Fuck."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve pulled off with an obscene little noise. "That comes later," he said, voice already a little raspy.

[imafuturist]

"Holding you to that," Tony replied, brushing his thumb along Steve's cheek and exhaling a pleased little sigh.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave him a slow smile. "You decide where and how," he said, going back to what he was doing.

[imafuturist]

"You give me far too much leeway," he muttered, making a low, desperate little noise as he pulled Steve's head down a little more.

[heroic_jawline]

Because Steve loved to spoil Tony in the places where he felt it actually counted--emotional connections.

Steve went easily, breathing through his nose and taking Tony deeper.

[imafuturist]

"You," Tony sighed, letting his hands go lax in case Steve needed to pull back. "Are going to be the death of me. You're just perfect."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve groaned, pulling back slightly so he could glance up at Tony from below his eyelashes.

[imafuturist]

Okay, that was not what he'd had in mind, Steven. But it wasn't a bad thing at least.

Unless the measure of bad was Tony's ability to keep his cool.

In that case it was very bad as he sort of helplesslycontinued to look back at him, fingers twitching against Steve's scalp as he made an almost wounded noise.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve devoted all of his considerable focus to taking Tony apart for a while.

[imafuturist]

And he was succeeding at that!

"Jesus, Steve--I can't--"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve pulled himself off and smiled up at him. "Too much?" he rasped.

[imafuturist]

Tony huffed out a laugh, scrambling a little to pull him up for a kiss. "Too good," he muttered. "You are so, so good, sweetheart."

[heroic_jawline]

The praise shivered along Steve's spine as he kissed Tony back, nipping hard on his lower lip.

[imafuturist]

Which made Tony smile as he ran his hands down Steve's back. "Perfect," he said proudly. "God, you do so well for me."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a needy little whimper and moved as close as he could, craving contact. "You deserve it," he said fervently.

[imafuturist]

"You spoil me," he replied, wrapping his legs around Steve's waist and still running his hands up and down his back.

Because he could lean into the praise now that they were on the same page about it.

"My beautiful, amazing boy."