Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday Morning

[imafuturist]

Well, that'd been an interesting end of the week.

Or something.

Tony was somehow still cleaning up after the party, frowning at the disturbing collection of chip flavors leftover from it.

"Maybe Kitty would like them?" he muttered to himself. Pregnant women were supposed to have odd cravings, right?

[for that fella!]

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[imafuturist]

"His father was a lot like Howard, but with less scruples," Tony replied with a little shrug.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve tightened his grip on Tony, providing support even if he was twenty-something years too late. "Was the bottle landing there pure chance?" he asked.

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"I should think so." It was honestly debatable. "He was a friend. Sort of."

[heroic_jawline]

And having ridiculously brilliant but socially unsure young Tony fresh in his mind made Steve a little hypervigilant. "Was it at least a good kiss?" he asked. "Even if he turned out to be a stinker of a person?"

[imafuturist]

Which was sweet of him. Very sweet.

"It was wet?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve wrinkled up his nose. "That's not always a point towards good."

[imafuturist]

"I was twelve! I assumed I was doing it wrong," he muttered.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve tipped Tony's chin up to give him a slow, soft, not at all wet, kiss.

"You don't do it wrong."

[imafuturist]

Which Tony returned easily, dragging his fingers through Steve's hair. "I figured that out eventually."

[heroic_jawline]

"And now I reap all of the benefits," Steve said a little smugly.

[imafuturist]

"Why, Captain Rogers," Tony murmured, kissing him again.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve nipped his lower lip. "I'm not going to pretend to be sorry. You are one hell of a kisser, Tony Stark."

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"Taking advantage of me," he said, shifting forward to straddle his lap.

[heroic_jawline]

"I would never," Steve said vehemently.

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"I dunno," Tony replied with a grin. "Kind of into it."

[heroic_jawline]

"Really," Steve said, putting his hands around Tony's waist.

[imafuturist]

"Just with you," he said, nipping at Steve's bottom lip.

[heroic_jawline]

"Well, I suppose that's okay, then," Steve murmured, sliding his fingers through Tony's hair and pulling him closer.

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed in appreciation of that. "I like jealous you."

[heroic_jawline]

"Do you now," Steve murmured, biting his lower lip.

[imafuturist]

"You get all aggressive," Tony replied with a pleased little sound that bordered on a whimper. "Remind me that I'm all yours."

[heroic_jawline]

"You are," Steve said firmly, moving his head to bite down on Tony's neck. "All mine."

[imafuturist]

"Prove it to me, sweetheart," Tony said, closing his eyes and sighing as he ran his fingers through Steve's hair in encouragement.

[heroic_jawline]

"Right here on the sofa?" Steve said with a low chuckle, then running his tongue along the bruise he'd just left.

[imafuturist]

"I'm not gonna stop you," Tony replied with a groan. "Might even encourage it."