American Expat Bar, Greece - St. Patrick's Day

[imafuturist]

Well, they were still enjoying their honeymoon, but the fact that St. Patrick's day fell in the middle of it meant a little frantic internet searching to find a bar for them to be ridiculous Americans and 'enjoy' one green beer in honor of the holiday.

"We could have just flown to Ireland for a few days," Tony said as he glanced around the establishment.

[for the fellow!]

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[imafuturist]

Somehow Tony would survive. Wearing that love-bite with absolute pride.

He inhaled sharply, clutching Steve closer still, legs going tight against Steve's sides.

[heroic_jawline]

"Stay slow," Steve cautioned.

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"Slow," he agreed, letting out a shaky breath as he went back to the earlier pace.

[heroic_jawline]

"Perfect," Steve said, rocking up into Tony and getting the daybed to groan a little.

[imafuturist]

Tony groaned as well and clutched at his shoulders for that. "That. Just like that."

That poor daybed was doing it's best here.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve pressed his fingers more tightly into Tony's hips, trying to leave bruises.

[imafuturist]

"God," he sighed, panting a little bit against Steve's shoulder as he clutched him back tightly.

[heroic_jawline]

"Take your time," Steve murmured. "I can wait."

He was sweating at the temples, so that wasn't entirely true, but he meant it?

[imafuturist]

"I've already--I want to get you there," he murmured.

[heroic_jawline]

"I know," Steve said, "but I want this to start feeling really good for you first."

[imafuturist]

Tony let out a little sigh and tugged him into a kiss. "I love you so much."

[heroic_jawline]

"I know you do," Steve murmured, lingering in the kiss.

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed into that kiss, running his fingers through Steve's hair. "Married you and everything."

That would get less amazing at some point, right?

[heroic_jawline]

Maybe twenty, thirty years down the road?

"Yes, you did," Steve agreed, rolling his hips again.

[imafuturist]

Maybe then, yes!

Tony groaned and moved with him, keeping things nice and slow, enjoying the easy movements.

[heroic_jawline]

"Perfect just like that," Steve moaned, starting to lose a little bit of his control.

[imafuturist]

Tony nodded in complete agreement that Steve was perfect like this. He bit his bottom lip to try muffling the noises that were being dragged out of him like maybe they had neighbors to keep quiet for.

[heroic_jawline]

"Be louder, sweetheart," Steve said, nipping on the bruise he'd already left.

[imafuturist]

"Make me be," Tony replied, moaning despite himself.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve pressed Tony down to grind harder against him. "Like this?"

[imafuturist]

"Yes," he hissed, gripping Steve's hair tightly as more noises were forced out of him.

[heroic_jawline]

"There you go," Steve crooned, kissing the bruises he'd left. "I'm so close, sweetheart."

[imafuturist]

"Almost," Tony agreed, sighing at the dull ache on those fresh bruises. "C'mon."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moved his hand down to wrap around Tony. "I get to go first," he murmured, then slid his thumb over Tony's tip, doing absolutely nothing to discourage Tony from getting overwhelmed.

[imafuturist]

Tony nodded a bit frantically, pulling him into another kiss. He could do his very best to get Steve their first, but it was becoming more and more difficult.