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 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.

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"Yes, sir," Steve said with a dreamy little smile, getting up onto the bed.

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Tony took a moment to get himself under control with cooler water before shutting it off to join Steve, towel wrapped around his waist. "Look at you," he cooed, eyes dark as he watched Steve.

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"Is that an order?" Steve murmured.

Such a little shit.

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Tony hummed, running his hand down Steve's spine. "No, just an observation about how gorgeous you look like this. An order would be to hold still," he replied softly, trailing his fingers between Steve's cheeks.

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Steve held still, even though he let out a little whimper.

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"That's my good soldier," Tony said, pressing down for a teasing pressure as he fished around for the lube.

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Steve moaned softly, arching back into Tony's fingers.

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Tony hummed, only pulling away long enough to slick his fingers before continuing what he'd been doing before. "Do you think I should make easy for you or tease?"

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"Tease," Steve gasped. "Please."

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"Since you asked so politely," Tony replied, pressing a finger into him and stopping just shy of where he knew Steve wanted it before repeating it again and again.

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Steve goaned but stayed very still. He was determined to be very, very good.

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For being good for him, Tony added another finger, making sure to just brush the right spot in a pattern that only made sense to him. "Still good, sweetheart?"

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Steve whined, high and needy. "Still good."

Covered in sweat already, but still good.

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"Very good," Tony replied, letting the smile into his tone. "Are you up for trying something new?"

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Steve nodded. "Please. Sir."