Washington D.C., Memorial Day - Monday Afternoon

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Though they'd spent the first half of the day with Steve's obligations and Tony going to visit Rhodey and Carol, now they were meeting back up in D.C. in an attempt to make the day a little less somber for a whole variety of reasons between the two of them.

Tony tried his best not draw attention to himself in the classic sunglasses and baseball hat method as he waited along the parade route for Steve to arrive.

It was super effective. Kinda.

Just go with it, okay?

[for that one guy!]

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"I'm here now," Tony replied, spreading him open to lick onto as he grabbed hold of the bottle with his other hand.

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Steve all but sobbed in response. "Tony--"

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Tony hummed, pressing forward eagerly to continue working him open with his mouth and tongue, beard scratching against his skin.

It was safe to say Tony was pulling out all the stops.

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Steve was making very appreciative noises as he pressed back, chasing even more of those feelings. Tony was the best, best, best person, his slightly addled brain insisted.

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Hey now, Tony would gladly accept that title.

His enthusiasm for what he was doing only increased as Steve made those sounds for him. Enough so that he abandoned the bottle for now, spreading him open wider with both hands.

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"Oh, God," Steve gasped, souding completely wrecked. "So, so good."

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Tony smiled to himself, carefully pressing a thumb in along with his tongue. "You are gorgeous like this."

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Steve whimpered, pressing back against Tony's thumb and shamelessly asking for more.

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Tony hummed in approval, grabbing for the bottle with his other hand so he give Steve what he wanted. "Just like that, sweetheart," he crooned, pressing his thumb in slowly, but persistently.

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Steve's eyes had fallen closed and his noises had subsided to small little whimpers, just to be sure Tony knew how good this felt for him. "So good to me--"

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Tony mouthed at the small of his back, teeth scraping over the skin there as he struggled to hurry up so he could press another slick finger into him with the same firm insistence as the first one.

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Steve's entire back bowed at that. "Good Christ," he gasped. "More."

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"Bossy today," Tony replied with another bite even as he carefully pressed in another finger to give him the burn of being stretched open just a little too quickly. He made sure it was slick and easy as he could make it, though.

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"Mmmm," Steve didn't disagree. "Want you with me--"

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"I'm right here," Tony muttered, kissing a trail down his back for that as he curled his fingers just right to find the correct spot in him.

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Steve let out a moan that sounded like it had come all the way from his toes when Tony found the right spot. "Oh, God. Just like that."

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"I love when you get loud for me," Tony muttered, licking around where his fingers pressed into him faster now.

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Steve got much, mouch louder when Tony did that.

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Which was probably why he did it. And then did it again just for good measure.

"Do you want me to be gentle or hard here?"

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"Gentle," Steve said when he could form words. "Want you in me for a long, long time."

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"Oh." Tony smiled against the small of his back, pulling his fingers free to add more lube so he could do just that. Give Steve all the closeness he needed right now. "I can do that for you, darling."

Only then was he carefully moving up to straddle the backs of Steve's thighs.

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Steve shuddered underneath him. "I love you so much."

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He kissed between Steve's shoulder blades as he very slowly pressed into him, hands on Steve's hips to keep him in place and not moving to speed up the excruciatingly slow pace.

This was all about driving Steve out of his mind.

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Steve whimpered and stayed still, anxious to be as good for Tony as he could.

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"God, Steve," he hissed through gritted teeth, holding on tightly to Steve's hips to keep from coming too quickly. "Are you--you feel so good."

It seemed much too slow before he was flush against Steve, nearly draped over his back.