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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Tony's eyes went dark and hungry and he couldn't make himself look away even he'd wanted to. "Jesus, Steve," he muttered, hips jerking forward a little against Steve's stomach.

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Steve's free hand moved down to try to remove Tony's pants, which would've worked better with both hands but he was a little busy fellating Tony's thumb to be able to make smart choices.

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If it helped, Steve made him feel like a teenager with a hairtrigger when he did things like that.

So even just the clumsy brush of fingers against him felt amazing as he 'helped out' by slowly pressing his thumb into and out of Steve's mouth like he was fucking it.

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Steve's moans grew much louder at that and his eyes fluttered closed. God, that felt good.

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"God, you're beautiful like this," he said, quiet and awed. Like they weren't being absolutely filthy in the kitchen. "Flushed and hungry for it."

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Steve moaned again, pressing his other hand down against Tony. Talking seemed like too much effort right now.

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Tony pressed forward into his hand, eyes fluttering shut to try keeping himself from coming too quickly.

Look, it was a lot of build up here. It wasn't fair to judge him.

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Steve gave him a little squeeze to help him out.

Or not really help much at all, depending.

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Not at all!

It was deeply embarrassing how easily that set him over the edge, collapsing a little against him with a gasp.

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Steve gave a gentle nip to the meat of Tony's thumb before moving it from his mouth, “Beautiful,” he rumbled, voice low.

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Tony shivered against him again, only pulling his hand away to go in for a kiss.

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Steve slid his fingers through Tony's thoroughly messed up hair and kissed him back fiercely.

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"I love you," he slurred, kissing him like nothing could stop him from it. "God, I love you."

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Steve finally felt warmed through. "I love you, too. So, so much."

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"Filthy man," he said way more affectionate and awestruck than the phrase should have.

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Steve kissed his nose. "I'm going to blush every time I come into the kitchen now."

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"Don't let me catch you doing that," Tony replied, a clear promise of a repeat in his tone.

That poor kitchen.

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Steve, predictably, blushed. "Oh?" he said, nuzzling Tony's neck.

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"Mmhmm," Tony hummed, wrapping his hand around the back of Steve's neck. "In a heartbeat."

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"Is it wrong how much I love hearing that?" Steve murmured.

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"Never," Tony said, exhaling a shaky, happy breath.

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"I'm warm enough now," Steve said with a little chuckle. "I know you were worried."

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"Is that a no for more warming up then?" he teased.

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"Definitely not," Steve said, kissing him again.

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"Waffles, then cuddling," he decided, cuddling up to him anyway.