Apartment Above Stark Industries, Tuesday Evening

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Well, they'd had another repeat kid. One from a less than ideal timeline from the sound of things. But it was consistent. That had to be good, right?

Right.

At least that's what Tony was hoping as he'd added more backup plans to his list based on the little tidbits she'd dropped here and there. Because that was just how he rolled when faced with bizarre scenarios.

But right now? Right now he was going to spend the evening with Steve to make up for, well, everything about the weekend. "I ordered pizza," he called once he heard Steve and the dog coming back from a walk.

[for that guy!]

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Tony inhaled deeply, straining with the scarf for a moment because all he wanted to do in that moment was pull Steve closer and put his hands all over him.

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"You're being so good," Steve said, sliding his free hand along the material of the scarf, reveling in the feel of it on his skin.

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"I can be good." Mostly just for Steve.

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"You're always good," Steve murmured with another kiss.

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Tony smiled into that kiss, unable to help himself with that kind of praise. "I love you so much."

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Steve smiled back. "I love you more."

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"Always have to win, huh?"

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"I think we're both going to win," Steve said.

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"Well... I have to agree with that," Tony side, shifting a little beneath him.

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Steve gave Tony a little squeeze. "Good. I've been working hard on this," he teased.

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Tony groaned at that. "Show me."

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Steve scratched his finger nail so very lightly along Tony. "Getting there."

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"Tease," he all but croaked.

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"Only good pain," Steve murmured, shifting himself between Tony's legs.

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"Yes," Tony agreed, sounding more than a little desperate.

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Steve rearranged Tony's legs so they were up over Steve's shoulders, putting Steve in absolute control of how this was going to go. He then pressed his hand down against Tony's joined ones. "You'll take what I can give you," he murmured, reveling in the trust between them that could let him let go like this, even for a little bit.

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Tony nodded eagerly, biting his bottom lip to keep from making too much noise in the moment. Because he wanted to hear Steve right then.

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"God, you take my breath away," Steve murmured, kissing him hungrily.

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"You do the same," Tony replied breathlessly.

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Steve slicked himself up again with the hand that wasn't holding Tony in place and then slowly moved inside, letting Tony feel that slight burn.

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Tony cursed low and needy as he put some serious strain on that scarf to keep in place. "God, Steve--"

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Steve was going to keep up this maddening pace, though it was costing him, too, with sweat popping out on his face and down his chest. "I'll get to you when I'm done here," he murmured, "unless you can come from just this. I'm not going to touch you."

Steve was trying to mash all of the buttons today.

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And he was doing a very good job at it.

"You--" he got cut off from what he was going to say with a whine as Steve wasn't relenting at all.

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Steve rested his forehead on Tony's, gasping for breath. "Gonna make you feel it," he murmured.

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"Gonna make me walk with a limp," Tony managed.