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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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.

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"Because you're mine," Steve said.

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"Yours," Tony agreed with another groan.

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"Always mine," Steve said, kissing him again--but quickly. Breathing was becoming a problem.

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Just a little bit!

"God, you feel--" Tony began before Steve moved just so and any higher thoughts were driven out of his brain.

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Steve's reply was nothing more than a low, needy whine. Keeping the tempo slow and deep was taking a toll on him but he was nothing if not stubborn.

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Well, if it helped him out, Tony wasn't doing any better than him. Right now he was pulling on the scarves tight enough to leave marks on his wrists and threatened the integrity of the fabric.

And it was almost a surprise when he finally came, still feeling overstimulated through it.

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And feeling Tony let go was enough for Steve, who followed almost immediately.

Enjoy 200 pounds of supersoldier collapsed on top of you there, Tony.

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Tony would in a moment. Just give him a moment.

"Steve--"

Or, you know, when breathing became necessary again.

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"Mmmm?" Steve mumbled, mashed into Tony's shoulder.

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"I love you, but you're heavy," Tony mumbled with a half-hearted little shove.

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"Mfrrle," Steve grumped, flopping onto the mattress.