Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday Morning

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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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"You should pin me to the nearest surface and have your wicked way with me, Captain America," Tony said, letting his voice drop into something of a husky purr.

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Steve shivered. "One of these days, definitely in the uniform," he murmured, mostly a promise to himself, "but for now..." he sat up and lifted Tony up off the sofa with the kind of lack of effort doing a couple hundred crunches each day afforded him.

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It wasn't fair at all, but Tony could not find it in him to complain. For reasons.

"Uniform and armor," he promised quickly.

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"Definitely," Steve said, moving to the closest wall and pressing Tony up against it. "Will this do right now? Because I'm not waiting for a costume change."

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"If you leave me alone for too long, I'll be forced to go commandeer your bed for myself," Tony said with a gasp.

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"That doesn't seem like much of a threat," Steve said, biting hard at where Tony's neck joined his shoulder.

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Tony hissed, dragging his nails down Steve's shoulders and tighteninh his legs around him. "Won't let you join me."

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"Now that's mean," Steve murmured, rocking his hips up into Tony.

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"Sprawled out on your bed," Tony said, getting a good grip on Steve's hair as he grinned at him. "Opening myself up with my fingers and you can't touch."

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Steve groaned. "Sounds terrible for me."

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"You'll just have to keep me occupied then," Tony said. He pressed his back against the wall in order to be able to roll his hips back against Steve. "Won't you?"

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"I'll see what I can think of," Steve said, pulling Tony's legs tighter around him for a little more friction.

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Tony groaned, letting his eyes close and head thump back against the wall as he tugged on Steve's hair. "I'm all ears, sweetheart."

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Steve's hand went down between Tony's legs and squeezed. "I can suck you off until you beg for...other things--"

He still couldn't say it.

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Did it help that Tony had no such reservations?

"For you to fuck me?" he asked, flushed and breathy. "Split me open on your dick?"

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It...really did, actually. Meant Steve didn't have to embarrass himself.

"Just like that," he murmured, sucking a bruise into Tony's neck, high enough that a shirt wouldn't hide it. His Tony.

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Tony groaned at that, clutching at Steve's shoulders and neck to get him closer, to get more of that. "All yours, darling. All yours."

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"Making sure everyone knows it," Steve said, then sucked again at the same spot.

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"There's that possessiveness," Tony murmured with a little grin.

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"You really do love that," Steve said with a last nip before put a little bit of oomph into it and lifting Tony so that his legs could go over Steve's shoulders.

Show-off.

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Massive show-off.

"I wouldn't lie about enjoying something you do so well," Tony gasped.

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"Take what's mine?" Steve said with a tiny smile, reaching up with one hand to undo Tony's pants and resting Tony's weight against the wall.

Then he was a little, ahem, busy to talk.

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Tony's head hit the wall and he dug a heel into Steve's back as he groaned loudly. "You--"

He had a lot to say about this, but was finding it just a little difficult to get there.

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Steve glanced up at him from beneath his eyelashes and deliberately swirled his tongue.

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If that was meant to help Tony talk, it failed miserably. Because all that came out was desperate sounding little whine as Tony fisted his hands in Steve's hair and wriggled as much as he could manage in that position.