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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[heroic_jawline]

"Good," Steve said, sliding one hand down along Tony's chest. "You do the same to me regularly."

[imafuturist]

Tony grinned, pressing him back against the bed to pin there. "Good," he repeated.

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Steve let out a happy little noise and took a grip on the headboard. "Like this?" he asked, flexing.

Shhh, he was happy to be back in his body.

[imafuturist]

Tony inhaled sharply, eyes going dark at Steve's display.

"Yep," he said, leaning in to trail fingers over the curves of flexed muscles.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve chewed on his lower lip, pleased somewhere deep inside about Tony's reaction. He'd done well.

He flexed his arms again, still holding onto the headboard.

[imafuturist]

"You are just pretty as a picture," Tony breathed, continuing to run his hands down over his biceps and shoulders.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve shuddered, closing his eyes and breathing a little more heavily.

[imafuturist]

"Do you like that?" Tony asked, letting his voice drop again. "Like me letting you know how absolutely stunning you are? How I want to appreciate every piece of you?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned softly. "Please," he whispered, arching up towards Tony.

[imafuturist]

Tony leaned in to bite none too gently at the curve of Steve's bicep. "One of these days I'm going to undress you slowly. Take my time with every inch of you."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve shivered. "Can that be my birthday present?" he asked.

[imafuturist]

"It'll be part of it," Tony replied, exhaling warm breath over Steve's skin as he moved down his body. "I want to do so much for you, darling."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve shivered harder. "Like what?"

He loved when Tony talked.

[imafuturist]

"Like spending hours working you up," Tony replied, pressing biting kisses down Steve's stomach. "Keeping you just on the edge."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a low sigh. "Mmmm. Sounds maddening. In a good way."

[imafuturist]

"You're so gorgeous when you're desperate like that," Tony said, muscling his way in between Steve's thighs.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve opened his legs wider. "You like me sweaty and begging?"

[imafuturist]

"You do it so well," he teased, trying to suck a mark onto Steve's inner thigh. "Flushed red all over."

[heroic_jawline]

"Harder--" Steve whispered, flushing red.

[imafuturist]

He bit down before sucking on the spot, hiking Steve's leg up for easier access. "Just like that."

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Steve moaned, loving the praise. "Good?"

[imafuturist]

"Perfect," Tony replied, biting higher up and letting his goatee brush against Steve's length as he did.

Because he lived to tease poor, poor Steve.

[heroic_jawline]

That little trick earned Tony a needy little moan. "Christ," Steve whimpered. "So good."

[imafuturist]

"Tell me what you want me to do," Tony murmured, biting the other thigh now. You know. Kindly. "And I'll do exactly what you say."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hissed, arching his back and leaning into the sharp, sweet pain. "Tease me with your beard and your mouth until I can't take it any more and flip you over and make you wake the neighbors, if we had any."