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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"I like that very, very much," Steve agreed before moving his mouth again. He wasn't able to talk after that.

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"Fuck," he hissed in return, clutching at the bedding more tightly like it could keep him grounded.

Tony would have serious regrets about introducing this to Steve at some point. Probably when Steve teased him long enough.

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Steve considered this his very secret weapon. Tony made the most fun sounds when he did this.

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It was hardly secret now!

But it was effective as Tony whined, muffling it against the bed even as he pressed back and let his shoulders press down there as well as what Steve was doing practically melted his spine.

Just a little.

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"Beautiful," Steve murmured, moving his mouth away and switching back to his fingers.

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"Easy--easy for you to say. You've already come," Tony grumbled. But not for too long as he pressed back onto those fingers to try and get what he needed to do just that.

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"And you've been so, so patient, sweetheart," Steve replied softly, twisting his fingers just right.

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"Only for you," he stuttered, gripping the bedding tightly.

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"I know," Steve replied, slowly sliding his fingers out and shifting on the bed, "and I promise to make it worth the wait, love."

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"Yeah?" Tony sighed, glancing back at him.

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"Yeah," Steve murmured, placing a strong hand between Tony's shoulders to press him a bit into the bed before shifting his hips all the way closer.

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Tony let out a shaky little groan, going nicely pliant for him at that. Because damn did he enjoy when Steve got assertive.

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"There you go," Steve murmured, easing himself inside. "Nice and slow--"

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Tony let out a much louder sound at tha5, but it was no less needy. "Fuck, you feel so good."

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"Oh, you can still make real sentences," Steve said, clucking his tongue. "I'm not working hard enough."

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"Better get to work then," he teased, pressing back to meet Steve.

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"Brat," Steve murmured fondly, starting a slow, steady tempo intended to drive Tony a little nuts.

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Which was hardly fair if you asked Tony. But that was probably the point.

He closed his eyes, letting out a long, frustrated groan. "C'mon."

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"No," Steve said. "You said I could do it my way. I like watching you beg for it."

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"You want to hear me beg?" Tony asked with a little grin as he glanced back over his shoulder at Steve.

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"Yes," Steve murmured, biting down on the meat of Tony's shoulder.

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"Please. Please, Steve," Tony gasped, bucking beneath his grip as he tried to get just what he wanted. There was still a hint of a smirk there, so it might take a little more effort for earnest begging.

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"Close," Steve said, shivering despite himself, "but not totally sincere."

He shifted Tony's hips again, making his thrusts hit deeper.

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That cut off the 'begging' with a gutted sound muffled against the bed. "'m bad at begging," Tony muttered, struggling a little on getting the words out there now.

So Steve had to be on the right track.

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"I know you are," Steve murmured, kissing the back of his neck and then biting down. "Love your stubbornness."

Except when it banged up against his own, of course.