Apartment Above Stark Industries, Sunday Evening

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The weekend had been one of the super fun kind that this island was so fond of throwing at people. And Steve had left a note before disappearing on him.

Which.

You know, that would be unpacked sometime when he wasn't looking five minutes from falling apart on Tony. But it was going to be A Thing. Don't think it wouldn't be.

"I'm ordering you food," Tony said the moment they were through the door.

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"I know you can," Tony murmured, kissing his throat gently before scraping his teeth over the skin there. "You're alwaus so good for me when we do this. When you trust me to give you want you need."

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Steve shivered and stepped even closer, plastering himself to Tony. "I trust you," he murmured.

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"So beautiful," Tony murmured, trailing his hands down Steve's back. "So absolutely gorgeous like this."

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Steve let him a little moan and kissed Tony's neck, much more into the praise than he wanted to admit.

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Tony would politely let him know that it was just the right amount of being into it if he could. Because now he was getting into giving that praise. Just for how Steve reacted to it.

"Do you want me on my knees for you?" Tony asked, keeping his voice low and husky, barely audible over the sound of the shower. "...or do you want to be there for me, sweetheart?"

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"Want to do that for you," Steve said immediately.

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Tony kissed him, herding Steve back against the tiled wall as he deepened it and did everything he could to cover him and act as though he was the larger of the pair. Because it seemed like Steve needed a little of that tonight.

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And he loved that Tony understood that about him.

He slid carefully to his knees and moved his hands up along Tony's thighs.

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He ran his hands over Steve's cheek and jaw to tilt his head up to smile down fondly at him. "You take my breath away, sweetheart. My best fella--"

Was he using that sort of language as another tool in this? Yes. Yes, he was.

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Steve whimpered, a soft sound barely audible over the sound of the water, and nuzzled into Tony's hand.

More of that, yes, please.

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"My very best," Tony said with a smile, running his thumb along Steve's lips. "You're doing so well and we've only just started."

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Steve's tongue darted out to lick the pad of Tony's thumb. "Good," he murmured.

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Somehow that smiled turned more fond as he traced Steve's lips one last time. "Stay here for me, darling," Tony said, stepping away just long enough to grab a towel before rejoining him. "For under your knees."

Because this was all about taking care of Steve after all.

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"It'll get wet," Steve protested.

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Tony hummed in agreement with that. "Taking care of you is more important to me," he said simply.

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Steve bit his lower lip. "You're sure."

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"Very sure," Tony said, crouching down for another of the deep, claiming kisses to emphasize it.

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Steve sighed happily into Tony's mouth. "You're sure," he echoed. His hands trailed along Tony's legs. "Let me help you feel good."

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"You always do," Tony replied, smiling as he pushed wet hair off Steve's face to look at him. "So wonderful for me."

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Steve's answering smile was almost painfully bright. "You're incredible."

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"I think the very same about you," Tony replied quietly. Which was awfully sweet as he pressed forward just a bit, guiding Steve's face to tilt just right for him.

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Steve let out a long, satisfied breath, nuzzling against Tony.

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"God, you look beautiful like this," he murmured, brushing his thumbs over Steve's cheekbones, slowly rocking his hips forward. Nothing forceful, just... enjoying the moment.

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Steve slid his tongue over Tony, content to let Tony take the lead on how we wanted this to go. Not having to think was really swell. It was making his brain going pleasantly fuzzy.

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Which was exactly what Tony had been hoping to accomplish with this. Well, one of the things.

He had a mental list of things to turn Steve's brain to happy mush.

"That good for you?" Tony asked, watching his eyes to see how blown out his pupils were.