Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Afternoon

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The storm outside had knocked out the power, but Tony had worked hard on having reduncancies in place for his lab and the apartment.

Sadly that didn't seem to matter when Fandom was being Fandom, so he was bundled up in a winter coat as he worked on converting a lamp into a space heater. It was at 1.0, so there was still room for improvement there. Possibly five different iterations before he would be satisfied with what he'd made.

"It's supposed to be spring," he muttered under his breath angrily.

[For the half frozen guy!]

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That made Tony laugh, bright and happy as he pressed in to enjoy the warmth of Steve an the blanket burrito. "You are such a hipster, Steve."

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"I was using a straight edge before they were...does that make me the proto-hipster?" Steve asked, sounding a little appalled.

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"It makes you the original." Did that make it better? It probably didn't.

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"I'm not sure that's better," Steve said, scraping his teeth against Tony's beard.

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"It's better," he said, gasping a little at how good that sting felt. He clutched a little tighter at the blankets, holding him as close as he could.

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Steve chuckled, voice going a little husky. "You like this?" he murmured, scraping his teeth again, then nipping down.

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The noise he made for that was shaky and needy, a little too loud in the quiet of the kitchen. "You're a brat," Tony muttered back, curling his hands around the back of Steve's head to guide him for more.

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"You love it," Steve said with the little smirk in his voice he got when he found a new spot to exploit.

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Tony had so, so many regrets here.

He shifted forward to try sitting on Steve's lap for a better angle. "You are so lucky I do. Jesus, I love your mouth on me."

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"It's warming me right up," Steve teased, pulling Tony closer and sliding his fingers under Tony's shirts. "And it's much better than waffles."

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"You say that now," Tony muttered, laughing and working his hands through the blankets to touch him as well. When that was a little harder to accomplish, went with a sharp bite high up on Steve's neck before teasing him with a sucking kiss there.

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Steve let out a low whimper. "Christ, you feel good."

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"I'm warming you up," he murmured into Steve's ear before repeating the bit and kiss just below it. If Steve were anyone else, he would have quite a collection of love bites to show off there.

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"Harder," Steve whispered. "Want that mark to last more than a few minutes, love."

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Tony made a rumbling noise of pleasure at that, doing just as he was asked, biting down and sucking hard on the pale skin of Steve's neck. That would at least leave a vivid pink mark on him.

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Steve moaned. "Just like that," he said, scraping his nails down Tony's back.

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Tony arched his back into that, raising himself up into his knees so he could try leaving another mark on the other side of Steve's neck.

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Steve scooted backwards to land against the wall with a little thud, moaning his approval the whole time. "Keep going."

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"Yes, dear," Tony murmured, pulling down on Steve's shirt once he was able to get to it through the blankets. He bit down on the spot where Steve's neck and shoulder met now that it was bared for him.

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Steve was not quiet about how much he liked that.

Contact. Allll the contact today. He very desperately needed to get out of his own head--not that he would ever ask.

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That was something that Tony was completely willing to give him today.

"I want you in my mouth," he muttered, not wanting to stop kissing that spot.

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Steve whimpered. "Oh God. Please. Yes."

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Tony grinned, shifting off his lap to kneel om the floor in front of him. "Tell me if you get cold, okay?" he said, cupping Steve through his pants.

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"What do good shivers count as?" Steve asked a little breathlessly.

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"I'll leave that up to you," Tony said, carefully working open Steve's pants so he could slowly start working his hand over him.