The Stately Manor That's Apparently the Apartment Above Stark Industries, Sunday Evening

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After the absolute disaster of yesterday's soiree, Tony had spent his time cloistered in his office, drawing up papers that torn his heart apart. Those his feelings meant nothing in the face of Steven's happiness. The mere thought of a smile on his beautiful face was enough to spur him forward in his business.

Only once the annulment papers were completed with full permission from the church (as they had never truly shared their marital bed in all this time) did he call for the his faithful and somehow corporeal butler Jarvis to fetch Steven for him.

[for the impoverished hero! I LOVE THIS TROPE]

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He was the Victorian version of a nerdy girl with glasses and a ponytail!

"Truly," Tony said, feeling a swelling in his chest. Not pants. This was a romance.

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Steve took a cautious few steps forward (but not Too Forward as he was but a Poor Hero and Tony must make the first move) and gave Tony a cautious smile.

"Truly?" he repeated for he had not been edited well.

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Tony tossed his glass aside in a dramatic gesture that was the most wasteful thing in real life. But it looked cool.

Only then did he start forward to meet Steve for the first proper kiss of their marriage.

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Who needed matching crystal glasses, anyway? Or to avoid shards of it later on?

"Anthony," Steve whimpered, grabbing onto his cravat like some kind of wanton whore as he kissed him back.

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They were going to be cleaning that up for weeks.

"Husband," Tony said, feeling as though maybe, just maybe, this could be real and not some fanciful dream.

Also becausr look at that bare neck. Whoa now.

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There might even be wrists at some point!

Honestly amazing that procreation happened in this time period at all.

Steve swooned in his manly husband's arms, which would be totally okay even though he was at least 200 pounds.

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Just so long as he didn't go and catch the pleurisy or something once he was exposed to the elements.

"Throw those papers in the fire. Tear them up."

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"Yes, husband," Steve murmured, kissing him again.

SO BOLD.

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Tony pulled him close like he wasn't a 200 plus pound beefcake, kissing him back passionately. Extra passionately even because his hands dipped into Steve's waistcoat.

Anyone could walk in on them! Oh, the scandal.

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"Oh my goodness," Steve murmured, sounding delightfully scandalized, and reached up to caress Tony's cheek.

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"I believe there was a consummation that we have missed out on," Tony said huskily. He was gonna do a lot of things huskily now.

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Of course! Now all they needed was a strong breeze to slam windows shut and Symbolize Passion.

"I feared that night that you didn't find me attractive," Steve admitted softly.

The nightcap, it must be admitted, was a bit of a show-stopper.

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"I find you the most beautiful creature on this earth," Tony replied. "I did not wish to defile your virginal beauty with my passions."

Again, Steve was an over six foot tall war veteran who was built like a brick shithouse, but okay.

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"Defile away, husband," Steve whispered, blushing to his hairline.

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And that was the moment the wind pushes the windows open, sending curtains fluttering in the breeze, partially obscuring the couple as they kissed once again.

It was a metaphor, you see. For boning.

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It was a super subtle one, too!

Steve reached up and slowly undid the rest of Tony's cravat, letting out a slow, happy noise at the tempting skin he revealed.

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Tony gasped like Steve had just stripped him bare. Because it was basically the same thing, right? Right. "Steven..."

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"Anthony," Steve rumbled in reply, pressing a kiss to the base of Tony's throat.

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"How was I ever able to resist you?" With a lot of repression and cravats.

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"Hiding in your study, mostly," Steve said with a tiny smile.

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"And you, my most precious?" Oh, the terms of endearment here.

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"There were a lot of long, sweaty horseback rides," Steve admitted.

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Tony clutched him closer. Because that right there was some Victorian era porn.

"You won't ever need to do that again."

Because the riding would be totally different now.

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"What will I do instead?" Steve asked, smiling.

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"I'll teach you another form of riding," Tony promised him with salacious grin.

They were just going to traumatize so many stableboys in this rich fantasy.