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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Which wasn't hard when he was swallowing him down so sweetly. Each little movement of his tongue or swallow garnered another desperate groan despite how hard Tony tried to keep them contained.

He'd feel guilty later on for not pulling back as quickly as he ought to for Steve to regain his breath, but right now it just felt too good.

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And Steve's list of priorities had Tony much higher than pesky ol' oxygen. He hummed contentedly, happy to stay right where he was for as long as Tony wanted him.

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Which was probably future conversation that wpuld make Steve turn red and pray for a hole to open up and hide him, but whatever. Tony could be patient.

Sometimes.

"Jesus-fucking--" He was also without words as he pulled Steve off with some reluctance. "Your mouth is a weapon."

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Steve smiled, wiping a bit at his mouth in reply. "Good?"

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"Amazing," he corrected, wiping at the tears and then Steve's lips as he caught his breath. "Baby, I'd die happy with your mouth on me."

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Steve pressed his head against Tony's stomach at that. "Thank you."

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"Why are you thanking me, sweetheart? It's the truth. You've been so very good for me," he nearly purred the last part, hugging him close.

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Steve hugged him back, content. "I like getting to help you."

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That made Tony smile and brush his fingers through Steve's hair. "That is mutual. I want to help you shut out those bad thoughts for a little while."

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"Shut out all the thoughts," Steve mumbled happily. "'s nice."

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"On your feet, soldier," he said softly, curling his fingers under Steve's chin to gently tilt his head up. "I have plans for you."

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Steve gave him a slightly bleary smile. "I like your plans."

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A smile that Tony was simply forced to kiss before an answering one could form on his own lips. "You are going to wash quickly, before the hot water runs out. And then we are going to take this to the bedroom."

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"Sir, yessir," Steve murmured, getting up and standing under the spray.

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Tony graciously helped him out by grabbing the soap to wash everywhere he could reach. Which meant more than a fair amount of groping despite his orders.

"I think I like you calling me that," he teased.

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"I can do it as much as you'd like, then," Steve said.

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"Do you like it?" Tony asked, curling his fingers around Steve's previously neglected cock. To help with the cleaning maybe?

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Steve let out a low moan. "Oh, I do."

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"Then I like it a whole lot more now," Tony murmured, moving his hand slowly. "Keep washing up."

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"Yessir," Steve said, cleaning himself on autopilot while his brain shut down.

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Which meant he was rewarded with a slightly faster moving hand, giving him a slick slide as the water ran over them both. "Very good," Tony murmured, biting at Steve's shoulder and shamelessly grinding against his thigh.

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Steve moaned quietly, rocking into Tony's hand.

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"Dry off and get on the bed," Tony said, voice dropping into something deeper and huskier as he nipped hard one last time.

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Steve shivered and gave Tony's neck one last nuzzle before getting out of the shower and reaching for a towel.

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"Hands and knees," Tony added with a playful smack on his ass.