Apartment Above Stark Industries, Thursday Evening

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JARVIS and the Mouse overlord had pushed some older movies up into Steve's List of Things to Watch to Understand Tony's References. Though some of them may have just been added because healthy levels of strife were good for the soul.

"Couldn't we watch that new Space Battles show?" Tony asked, concerned for Steve's taste levels here.

[for the guy!]

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"I just pay attention to what you like," Steve said, curling his fingers again and then biting down on the nape of Tony's neck hard enough to bruise.

It also gave him the excuse to rub himself against Tony's ass--the lack of friction had been killing him.

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Tony went beautifully pliant beneath him, groaning loudly. "Do--do that again."

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"Happily," Steve replied, voice deep. He bit down again a little harder, moved his fingers just enough to tease that little bundle of nerves and basically gave up on control of his hips, which were grinding insistently against Tony. He was awarding himself a mental prize for not using his free hand to jerk himself off and shocked his repressed Catholic self by wondering how pretty Tony's back would look all streaked up.

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Somehow that wouldn't be a problem for Tony. It was almost like Steve doing anything kinky got him all hot and bothered.

Tony made a desperate sound,pressing back against his as much as he could manage.

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Steve whimpered involuntarily and slowly moved his fingers out of the way and slicked himself up with what was left on his hand.

He braced himself with his other hand on Tony's hip, panting slightly. "Let's challenge you," he murmured, loud enough for Jarvis to record. "You come from my dick--" oh, the blushing as he said that, "--or not at all. No touching yourself."

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"Better make me." Even half out of it Tony was a tease.

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Steve slid inside, stopping to let Tony adjust for a second. "Not only will I make you, you'll be able to watch it happen over and over--" Steve murmured in his ear.

Because yes, he'd seen Tony's expression when he'd asked Jarvis to start recording.

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Tony whined, bowing his head from the strain of staying upright. Because yes, that was going to be A Thing for him.

"Please--"

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"Like this?" Steve asked, fingers biting into Tony's hips as he shoved forward, then moaned as he pressed all the way in because Jesus, it felt good.

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Tony cursed again, going down onto his forearms as he pressed back to meet him. "C'mon. C'mon. More of that."

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That poor sofa.

Steve growled low in his throat, adjusted Tony's hips slightly and pulled most of the way out, then back in, aiming precisely.

If he did it right, Tony wouldn't be using actual words this time.

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Did Steve's name count as a word? Because he managed that!

Barely.

The sofa creaked a little unhappily beneath them.

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Steve chuckled softly and then started up a fairly intense tempo because he knew Tony enjoyed that.

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He so did enjoy letting Steve lost control a little bit like that. It made him feel accomplished.

But that also made coherent words beyond Steve's name and mumbled 'please's mixes in there the only thing he was able to say.

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Steve moaned and moved even faster (and not just because that's how it worked on Instructional Videos).

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Well, even if they didn't, he was making his very own Instructional Video now!

Tony gripped the arm of the couch hard enough to cause that to creak as well.

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"You are so, so good for me," Steve moaned, pinching Tony's nipple. More sensation was good, right?

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Or was making it very difficult for Tony to hold himself up!

He whined gripping at Steve's forearm because someone wasn't letting him touch himself.

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"Didn't quite catch that, sweetheart," Steve said, terrible person he was. "Did you want more?"

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"Yes," Tony hissed.

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Steve laughed a little breathlessly against Tony's back before pinching the other nipple--hard--and then pressing Tony into the poor, abused sofa. "Let me take care of you," he murmured. "Let go."

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Tony nearly sobbed, going just a little more pliant beneath him. "Please--so close."

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And that noise did something to Steve's insides, making some lizard, possessive part very happy. He made Tony sound like that. Just him.

He gave Tony's ass a little pat, then tilted him slightly to make sure he was hitting just the right spot each time.

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It probably helped that he repeated the noise with that. Because Tony was clearly a giver.

A giver who came hard enough that he thought he might have blacked out a little bit.

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Steve would feel both smug and a little worried about that, but right now he was too busy coming himself.