The Definitely Not Suggestive Stark Tower In Fandom, Tuesday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

Well, class was done and that meant the rest of the week was cleared to do very little but enjoy. It was definitely an upside to being in a committed relationship.

"So, how much food should we order?" Tony asked, already arranging for semi-regular delivers for the week. Because they weren't getting out much, thanks.

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Steve grinned. "A lot," he said. "Nothing too messy, either, please."

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"...that narrows it down," Tony admitted, putting in an order for some Chinese food. Bold of him to think it wouldn't be messy."

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Steve walked up behind Tony and wrapped his arms around him, kissing the back of his neck. "Done now?"

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"Done," Tony said, giving up and just going with half the menu.

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"Good," Steve said, nipping lightly.

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Tony laughed and tilted his head for him. "You are going to tire me out, aren't you?"

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"Yes," Steve said with a little grin.

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"You get to deal with the deliveries then," Tony decided. "Since I'll be helpless in bed."

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"But the delivery people get distracted by how I look in sweatpants," Steve countered. "Sometimes they drop things."

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"I'll get you a robe," he teased, twisting around to kiss Steve.

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Steve laughed. "That's a swell solution," he teased back, kissing Tony like he hadn't done it in forever.

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"It'll be great," he promised, already distracted by kissing him back.

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"And we have time until then," Steve said, pressing Tony up against the nearest hard surface.

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"At least half an hour," Tony agreed, putting his hands on Steve's shoulders to pull him closer still.

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"I can get a lot done in thirty minutes," Steve said, resting his hands on Tony's hips.

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"Show me," Tony said, definitely making it a dare.

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"If I get interrupted mid blowjob again, I'm going to develop a complex," Steve murmured into Tony's ear, smiling.

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Tony laughed, reaching up to tug on his hair. "Clock's ticking..."

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"You have 'blown against the wall' on your mental bingo card for this week, don't you," Steve teased, manhandling Tony over to it.

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"It's on the list," Tony allowed. Kindly.

It was a full spreadsheet, don't let him fool you, Steve.

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With pivot tables?

"I love you," Steve said, chuckling as he undid Tony's pants.

[imafuturist]

They were important.

Tony hummed, tugging on Steve's shirt to devest him of anything between them. "I love you too."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve lifted Tony up off the ground and braced him against the wall since he enjoyed that. "Let's not break anything this year."

Not possible, Steve.

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"I wouldn't be opposed to it," Tony said breathlessly.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve chuckled. "You never are," he said, kissing him and moving his hand.