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

[imafuturist]

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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[heroic_jawline]

Steve blushed even though he was a soldier and definitely knew what Tony was talking about. "Will we start tonight? I'm a very eager student."

[imafuturist]

"No better time," Tony replied, manhandling him again. Needlessly.

[heroic_jawline]

Well, after a ridiculous amount of touch-deprived pining, Steve was all aboard for a little manhandling.

"Perhaps not in your office, though?" he suggested, blushing.

Sex over a desk seemed very advanced for two guys far too worked up over some loosened cravats.

[imafuturist]

"When I bed you--" Yes, he actually said that. "--It will be done properly."

[heroic_jawline]

Sexxxy.

"Will be done...soon?" Steve murmured.

[imafuturist]

The sexiest.

"Would you like that?" They were only married for mumble mumble amount of time.

[heroic_jawline]

"Very much," Steve admitted to Tony's shoes as his hands grazed along the edges of Tony's waistcoat.

[imafuturist]

Tony gasped softly at how forward Steve was being there. Might as well be giving him a handy, Steve.

"Join me, then."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve ducked his head and smiled. "With pleasure."

Hopefully Tony's reputed expertise would get them through this because Steve had...nothin'.