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]

Tony kissed him back eagerly. "Beautiful, amazing man," he murmured, pressing slick fingers between Steve's thighs.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a low whine, rocking into Tony's fingers. "So good."

[imafuturist]

"You are," Tony agreed, mouthing gently enough at Steve's shoulder that it was little more than a tease for him. And then continued to tease him as he manhandled Steve around in his relaxed state in order to press his dick between those now slick thighs.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned. "You can go a little harder."

[imafuturist]

"Nuh-uh," Tony replied, slowly rocking forward as he mouthed at the back of Steve's neck. "'m showing you gentle."

[heroic_jawline]

"Okay," Steve whispered. "Just stay this close, too."

[imafuturist]

"Take a lot to pull me away from you," Tony replied, curling his fingers under Steve's chin to guide him into a kiss as he continued to move.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed him softly, then rested his forehead against Tony's for a second. "I love you."

[imafuturist]

"I love you too," Tony replied with a quiet sort of reverence as he shifted against him.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve reached out and slid his fingers through Tony's, pulling him even closer.

[imafuturist]

Of course they managed to make this as romantic as they could, huh?

Tony sighed and rolled his hips again, holding onto Steve's hand tightly. "I love you," he murmured again, knowing he never said it as much as he should.

[heroic_jawline]

Ridiculously sappy, the pair of them.

Steve bit his lower lip and nodded, rocking back with Tony. "I know you do," he said, aiming for reassuring and coming out breathless.

[imafuturist]

Tony kissed the side of his neck and then shoulder, coordination not fully there, but fully enthusiastic about it still. "Should tell you--tell you every day," he gasped, moving shortly, but with intensity.

[heroic_jawline]

"You do," Steve gasped. "God, Tony, I never doubt it."

[imafuturist]

Tony pressed a smile against the back of Steve's neck, wrapping his other arm around his waist as though he could possibly pull them closer together than they already were. "God, Steve--"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's breath was coming out in little, shaky grunts. "Just like that, love," he whispered.

[imafuturist]

Tony smothered the sound that came next against Steve's shoulder, biting at the muscle there as he was coming much too quickly for his own comfort.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve whined. "Oh, God," he whispered. "So good."

[imafuturist]

"Jesus, Steve," he murmured, letting go of Steve's hand to reach for him because--for someone who had to remind Steve that he didn't need to do anything for him--he really needed to make sure that Steve was well taken care of.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned and rocked up into Tony's hand. Blame the super-serum.

"Tony--"

[imafuturist]

"Lemme feel you," Tony said, sounding completely sated as he kissed just behind Steve's ear.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was practically buzzing from being on the good side of over-stimulated. "Long as you want to," he whimpered. "Keep going--"

[imafuturist]

At the very least they were figuring out Steve's limits! Or creating new ones for him.

"So good for me," he replied. "You've done so well this whole time."

[heroic_jawline]

And that praise went straight to Steve's gut, and he came with a gasped whimper of Tony's name, far faster than he'd been expecting to.

[imafuturist]

Tony slowed his hand just enough to keep from leaving him sore as he lazily sucked on a spot high up on Steve's neck. "Perfect. God, you're so perfect for me."