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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"Bossy," Tony replied, sighing at how good the gentle ache of that felt.

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"Leadership skills," Steve corrected, sliding his fingers down Tony's inner thighs.

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Tony inhaled sharply, spreading his legs for Steve without hesitation. "Oh captain, my captain."

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Steve let out a pleased little growl at that, circling one finger teasingly where Tony wanted him to go. "Say please."

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Tony let his head drop back against the bed, grinning to himself. "Please," he replied, glancing up at him in the most appealing way he could.

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"Your eyelashes are just ridiculous, you know," Steve murmured, kissing him thoroughly and sliding one finger in slowly.

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"Darling," he sighed, arching his back in an attempt to encourage him. "I have nothing on you."

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"You say that because you haven't seen people watching your ass as you walk by," Steve said fondly, kissing a trail along Tony's chest and moving his finger a little faster.

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"You just happen to be biased," Tony murmured, shifting in place to meet each little movement with one of his own. "And possessive."

Which he happened to enjoy because it involved Steve being delightfully aggressive in bed.

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"Because you're mine," Steve murmured, running the flat of his tongue across one of Tony's nipples before biting down gently. "Every inch."

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"All yours," he gasped, holding onto the headboard with one hand and Steve's hair with the other. "Made sure to mark me up good, didn't you?"

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"You love it," Steve replied with a little groan, adding a second finger and slowing the tempo down again. "The reminder after we're finished in bed."

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"I want to feel you for days after," Tony agreed, sounding a little breathless as he rode Steve's fingers as best he could managed in this position.

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"Shameless," Steve murmured, sounding distinctly approving, then sliding his mouth down to take Tony all the way down.

With his fingers still moving like a show-off.

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Tony would be upset with him about this... at some point. Just not right now.

"Jesus, I love your mouth," Tony muttered, exhaling quickly as he tightened his grip on Steve's hair.

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Steve hummed happily, then swirled his tongue in the way he knew drove Tony a little crazy.

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Yes, the complaining would definitely happen in the future!

Or he would just pull on Steve's hair to get more of that, choking off a groan as how amazing Steve's mouth felt. "It's--it's like you were just made to suck dick, baby," he whined.

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Steve whimpered--praise always affected him--and increased his efforts just enough to get Tony begging.

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Which didn't take too much more than what he was already doing. Tony dug his heels into the mattress, back arching as he bit his lip to keep the desperate sounds muffled. "C'mon--"

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Steve pulled off, smirking slightly. "What would you like, dearest?"

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"Brat," Tony said with a exasperated huff and a sharp tug on Steve's hair. "You just want me to talk dirty to you."

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"I really, really do," Steve agreed, kissing him.

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"In that case," Tony murmured between kisses. "I want you to use that strength of yours to make me take every little desire you have in that head of yours."

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Steve sighed. "Roll over, then, love. Ass up."

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Tony grinned, wriggling out from beneath him to comply. "Ooo, you used a swear."