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]

Literally nothing could go wrong here! Especially as Tony made sure to found a counter rhythm to Steve's movements, keeping it as slow as he could still.

Hopefully it wouldn't be a complete distraction for Steve to see Tony grinding against the bed as he enjoyed this himself.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a frustrated whimper. "You tease."

[imafuturist]

Tony pulled off with a wet sound, breathing in deeply before he could respond to that. "I'm not stopping you from switching it up."

[heroic_jawline]

"I like bein' teased," Steve muttered. "I can outlast you."

[imafuturist]

Well then. Tony just hummed in response, ducking his head again to continue what he'd been doing before. He added to it with a little more enthusiasm in the sounds he made around Steve.

Helpfully.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve groaned more loudly, closing his eyes and enjoying the special kind of torture.

[imafuturist]

Tony scratched his nails down Steve's stomach as he moved his head, just hard enough to leave marks for a moment or two. Because multi-tasking was the best way to leave Steve a complete mess if you asked him.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a low moan. "God, Tony."

[imafuturist]

"Good?" Tony asked, pulling off just enough to nip sharply at his thigh.

[heroic_jawline]

"You're driving me crazy in the best possible way," Steve gasped breathlessly.

[imafuturist]

"That is the plan," Tony said, slowly working him with his hand.

Of course it was.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve shuddered. "For how long?"

[imafuturist]

"How long can you take?" Tony asked, nipping at his hip this time, hand still moving slowly to dash any sort of hope of Steve's to get some sort of relief.

[heroic_jawline]

"I dunno," Steve admitted quietly. "Want to find out?"

[imafuturist]

"With you? Always." Such a sap.

About sex this time, but still.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve sighed softly, rocking up into Tony's hand. "Go on then, fiend."

[imafuturist]

"Oh, talk dirty to me, Captain Rogers," he teased, biting and then sucking a mark on Steve's thigh.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hissed. "God, Tony, just like that. How long does the mark last?"

[imafuturist]

"Not nearly long enough," Tony muttered, trying again with a little more force behind it.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hissed again. "Keep trying."

[imafuturist]

"You'd look so gorgeous covered in love-bites," Tony said, moving his hand just a fraction faster.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned. "Just like you do."

[imafuturist]

"Aren't we lucky to find each other then?" Tony asked. He licked a trail along where his hand wasn't covering.

You know, just in case Steve was getting acclimated. Couldn't have that.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a surprised little squeak. "So lucky," he agreed.

[imafuturist]

"Turn over for me?" Tony asked, not laughing at the squeak at all.