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

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

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

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

"Good," Steve said, nipping lightly.

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

"Yes," Steve said with a little grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With pivot tables?

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

They were important.

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

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.

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

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

"It's for science," Tony assured him with a pleased groan.

"Well, if it's for science," Steve teased, pulling Tony up high enough on the wall so his waist was at Steve's mouth.

You know, for reasons. And not just entirely to show off his arms.

"Jesus, Steve--" He was a ridiculous man who enjoyed driving Tony nuts.

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Steve grinned up at him. "You love this week, don't you?" Steve let a lot of his inhibitions down during this week.

"I love how you get these weeks," Tony corrected, letting out a shaky sigh.

Steve's cheeks went pink. "I like making you happy," he said. "Especially this week."

"And I like you a little reckless," Tony said, tugging on Steve's hair.

Steve let out a little moan. "This seems a little reckless," he agreed, kissing Tony's inner thigh.

"Twenty five minutes," he teased with another little tug.

"Better stop distracting me, then," Steve teased back and then he was a little too busy to talk.

"Distracting--" He was not distracting anyone! Except how he was, back arching against the wall and head knocking into it with a low groan.

With that sort of positive feedback, Steve was just going to double his efforts! That was okay, right, Tony?

He was doing just fine, thanks. But Steve's poor shoulders were going to be a mess by the time he was done with Tony's nails scratching at them for purchase.

"Steve."

Twenty two minutes left! Steve was going to use every one of them, too.

He was going to kill Tony, wasn't he?

"Keep going, god, keep going," Tony begged shamelessly.

Steve hummed, which definitely helped, right?

"I am going to just kill you," Tony gasped, desperate to move, but really not being able to in this position. Because Steve was a cruel man.

Steve pulled off to laugh. "Not trying to kill you."

"You sure?" Tony asked, tugging hard on Steve's hair. "Let me down, I need to--"

Return the favor? Kiss him senseless? Demand to be bent over the nearest piece of furniture?

Dealer's choice!

"Need to what, love?" Steve asked, kissing his thigh.

"Need to get my mouth on you," Tony replied, dragging a thumb along Steve's cheek.

Steve's breath stuttered. "Fourteen minutes--"

"Give me thirteen," he teased.

"Thirteen and a half, even," Steve said, setting Tony back on the ground.

Tony laughed, pulling him to switch places, with Steve against the wall as he tugged on his pants to get them down and his hands on Steve.

Steve groaned Tony's name and slid his fingers through Tony's hair, pulling him closer.

"Mine," Tony murmured into that kiss, pressing in close and getting his hands around the two of them.

"Always yours," Steve replied.

"God, I love these weeks," Tony said, mouthing at Steve's neck as he moved his hands a little faster.

"I love them too," Steve said, pulling Tony's hair just a little harder than he normally would.

Tony groaned, higher in pitch before he muffled it with a bite to Steve's throat. "More... more of that."

"More of this?" Steve asked, yanking again.

"Yes," Tony hissed, shoving a leg between Steve's thighs to give up a little on coordination. His plans, Steve! You were completely throwing off his plans!

But Steve prefered to improvise, Tony! "God," Steve gasped. "Keep going."

They were going to end up making a mess of each other at this rate.

"God, I love when you sound like that," Tony murmured. "Just for me."

"Just for you," Steve agreed breathlessly. He squeezed his eyes closed. "Close--"

"I want to hear you," Tony said, clutching at him tightly.

Steve let out a needy, keening sort of noise.

"Yes, yes," Tony murmured, desperately chasing after his own completion.

That poor delivery man didn't deserve this.

They could use that extra three minutes to clean up a little?

"C'mon," Steve gasped, biting down too hard on the meat of Tony's shoulder.

Yes, but would they even remember?

Tony barely made a sound as he came, clinging to Steve tightly.

"Beautiful man," Steve gasped, coming right after and making quite the mess of both of them.

"Christ, I love this week," Tony said, sounding pleased and languid.

Steve kissed Tony between the eyes. "We'll refuel and do it again."

"Yes," Tony said, tugging him into a proper kiss. "Change clothes."

Into sweats, yes.

"Food. More of this."

And then the doorbell rang. "Go ahead and change," he said, reaching for a shirt to dry himself off with. "I'll get the food."

Shirtless. That poor delivery guy.

"Try not to make them faint this time!" Tony called, already going to find comfortable clothes. And supplies.

"No promises!" Steve called back, heading for the door.

Well, at least he'd have a large amount to carry back for the next couple days. Or day, considering Steve's appetite.

Tony for sure went with Captain America sweats because he was shameless like that.

After helping the delivery guy up and sending him on his way, Steve put most of the food into the fridge and brought the best parts out with him as he searched for Tony.

"Tony?" he finally called out. Ridiculous tower, so full of rooms--

"Bedroom!" Tony called back, sprawling out on the comfortable, ridiculously large bed.

"There you are," Steve said with a grin.

"Didn't think moving from here was necessary for a bit."

Maybe the entire day, really.

"I love how you think," Steve said, grinning. "Here. Have an eggroll."

"Oh, now I officially love you for all time," Tony said, making grabby hands for it.

"The eggroll tipped me over the edge, huh?" Steve teased, joining Tony on the bed.

"That's just how it is," Tony agreed, enjoying his deep fried goodness.

Steve grinned at him. "I adore you."

Tony beamed, beckoning him in for a slightly greasy kiss. They were going to make an absolute mess of the bedding this week.

Steve kissed him back. "Mmm, eggroll."

Tony laughed and kissed him one more time. "What else did you bring?"

"Those ribs you love so much, crab ragoon, and about 30 bao buns," Steve said.

"I love you."

Give him those ribs, baby.

"Are you talking to me or the ribs?" Steve asked.

"If I say both, does that make it better?"

"Not really," Steve said, laughing.

"Well, you brought me the ribs, so I love you more." Juuuust barely.

"But you ordered all of it, so I think it's kind of a wash," Steve teased, kissing him.

"Still counts," Tony insisted, kissing him back eagerly.

"If you say so," Steve said, sliding into Tony's lap to kiss him from a better position.

The food, you idiots!

"I do say so," Tony murmured, heedless of their need for food.

Steve's stomach would remind them soon enough. "And you're always right," he teased.

"I am," Tony agreed with a hum.

Steve kissed up the side of Tony's throat. "Most of the time."

"Excuse you, all of the time." But not right now because they were ignoring the ribs.

Steve kissed the other side of his throat and then his stomach made a deeply unsexy gurgling sound. "Food," he mumbled, blushing.

"Okay, okay," Tony said, kissing him one more time.

"Then more sex," Steve promised, kissing him another one more one more time.

"Yes," Tony agreed, pulling away with great reluctance. "Lots more even."

His spreadsheets!

Steve tried to soften the blow by hand feeding him a rib. "You'll feel better after food, too."

Tony hummed, accepting the rib happily. "You're forgiven."

"Thank you," Steve said with a little grin as he tore into the box of bao.

"We're going to need water too," he admitted. "I knew I should have gotten a new mini-fridge for here."

Steve laughed. "We got distracted."

"This happens every year," Tony grumbled. "We really should be prepared for it by now."

And yet...

"But we get busy doing other things and never get around to it," Steve said, holding out a bao for Tony to try.

"Thank you," Tony said, grabbing one. "I'm putting it on the to-do list."

Right under auditing the new hotel he owned.

Steve smiled. "How long is that list, sweetheart?"

"...well, it'll be longer with me taking a week off for this." He sacrificed for you!

Steve kissed him again. "Such a sacrifice."

Tony hummed, kissing him back and only getting just a little rib sauce on Steve's beard.

Steve chuckled. "You trying to make me taste like the ribs now?"

"Best of both worlds!"

"I refuse to be doused in sauce," Steve said with another laugh.

"It's not a dousing," Tony insisted, being kind and wiping it off Steve's lip for him.

"Just nipping that thought in the bud," Steve teased.

"The only thing I want to lick off of you is probably champagne." YOU WERE SO BOUGIE, ANTHONY.

Steve went red. "Really."

"It'd be fun," Tony said, enjoying that blush. "Licking that off your stomach..."

"Do we have champagne?" Steve asked.

Tony laughed and kissed him one more time. "I'll find some."

Doooon't ask how much it cost.

"I'm sure it goes very well with Chinese, too," Steve said.

"I've heard it's paired with fried good," Tony said brightly, kissing him once more before scrambling off to grab a bottle from the wine fridge.

Did Steve know they had a wine fridge?

He did not!

"We have one close?" he asked around a bite of rib he was taking now that Tony had left him unsupervised.

Judas!

"Just in the kitchen!"

"I must've missed seeing it when I put the food away!" Steve said.

There was a long bit of silence and then Tony was walking the opposite direction he'd left. "Okay, maybe I put it elsewhere."

"Don't take too long," Steve said, leaving the rest of the ribs and starting on the crab rangoon.

He clearly knew better.

Tony hurried back, bottle in hand. It was something unbearably French and ornate looking. "Tada!"

"That looks very nice," Steve said.

And expensive.

"Oh, I think we picked it up the last time we were in France." Just picked it up at the local store. Yep.

"That was smart of us," Steve said, smiling.

"Will you do the honors?" Tony asked, offering it to him so he could get one of those crab rangoon before they were all gone.

"Should I just squirt it all over myself?" Steve teased.

The phrasing could probably be better, too.

Tony couldn't help the laughter that came from that. "Opening it, you loon."

"I knew that!"

Demonstrably untrue.

"That way we can drink it before..." He gestured at Steve's chest.

Steve blushed alllll the way down. "I like that," he said, setting out to open up the bottle.

Tony ducked his head down a little bit, just in case it popped and hit him. Because their lives dictated it was for sure possible.

"I'm not that bad at opening," Steve protested, laughing.

"I'm being cautious!"

Uh huh.

"You keep sassing me and you won't be licking anything off of me," Steve said.

"You can lick things off me too," Tony suggested like that made up for it.

"Well, why didn't you say that in the first place," Steve teased.

"It's always on the table," Tony promised seriously.

Steve's eyebrows rose up. "Really."

"Maybe lets be careful about that in the lab?" he suggested after a moment of thought. "Sensitive equipment."

"That seems like a good plan," Steve said, licking some of the spilled champagne off the side of his hand.

"Is it good?" Tony asked. "I haven't tried this particular vintage."

Was it from some horrifying century older than Steve, Tony?

"It's good!" Steve confirmed.

...nooo?

"I'll see about getting another bottle for our anniversary then," Tony replied like a crazy person.

"Was this an anniversary bottle?" Steve asked. An anniversary bottle that he'd slurped off his hand?

"It was a potential one." Did that help? "I like options."

"I know you do," Steve said, laughing. "Do we have glasses too or are we just sharing the bottle?"

Truly the classiest way to drink this vintage.

"I don't know if fragile glasses are a good idea today," Tony ventured slowly.

Steve looked pensive. "That might be true," he admitted, handing over the bottle instead. "Cheers."

"Cheers," Tony agreed, taking a healthy sip. "Oh, that is good."

"You have good taste," Steve teased.

"I do indeed," Tony said, smiling at him because he only had game sometimes and was a sap the rest.

"You sap," Steve said, leaning in for a champagney kiss.

"Yes, and?" he teased.

"Nothing, I just enjoy pointing it out," Steve said, kissing him again.

Tony laughed into that kiss, lingering maybe a little too long again. This was about all he wanted to do this week, right here.

Steve lingered just as long. "Let's finish the food and give ourselves some space."

"A good plan, Captain," Tony said with mock seriousness, taking another sip before offering the bottle back to Steve.

"Thank you, love," Steve said, taking another glug of expensive champagne.

As god intended!

"This? This we should do for our anniversary," Tony suggested, leaning back on the pillows to eat an eggroll.

"Drink champagne and eat Chinese food in bed?" Steve asked.

"Well, the food can be anything, but ideally? Yes." He was a simple man sometimes.

Steve smiled. "Sounds perfect, really."

"Maybe we don't even need to go anywhere," Tony said, leaning a little into Steve's side and stealing the bottle for another sip.

Was this... Tony growing and not needing to be a sugar daddy? Well, not as much of a sugar daddy.

"Really," Steve said, looking a little proud. "I like it at home--"

"Might be fun," Tony said, definitely smiling at that expression on Steve's face.

Steve leaned in for a kiss. "Everything we do is fun."

"Why, thank you, darling," he murmured.

"I enjoy spending time with you," Steve said, resting his head against Tony's. "That shoudn't be a surprise."

"Yes, but nice trips..." Let him woo you, damn it!

"You don't need to distract me with shiny things," Steve said with a smile.

"But it helps," Tony ventured. It was all he kneeeeew.

Steve took another sip of the wine and handed it back. "You are enough. More than enough."

Tony looked at him for a moment before leaning in for a very champagne flavored kiss. "So are you."

"Might have to jump you now," Steve said teasingly.

"I'll allow it," Tony said, putting the bottle on the nightstand so they didn't end up spilling it everywhere. Which seemed highly likely still.

"You're not normally a tough sell," Steve teased.

"I could be!" No, no. Not when he was in loooove. He was way too easy then.

Steve kissed him. "Could you?"

"I could," Tony said firmly. And just oh so incorrectly. "I could make you work to romance me."

He would break so fast.

"You want romance," Steve said, kissing just behind Tony's left ear.

"I always want romance," he sighed, tilting his head for Steve.

Steve kissed a soft, slow line down Tony's throat. "Do I not romance you enough?"

And Tony folded like a cheap chair.

"Of course you do!"

Steve kept going, sucking a small bruise into the spot where Tony's neck met his shoulder. "Because I can do romance."

"Oh?" Tell him more!

"But you get uncomfortable when I tell you how amazing you are," Steve murmured.

He couldn't even claim otherwise because it'd be a lie.

"Well. Maybe."

"Yes, you do," Steve said, continuing his slow, careful kisses. "So I save that for times you really need to listen to me."

"Like now?"

"Like now," Steve confirmed. "Cut through the brain fog a little."

Tony kissed him again. "Well, thank god I have you."

"I'm pretty pleased with how it works out, too," Steve said. Romantically. For him.

Tony smiled and kissed him again. "Balances things out."

"I like that," Steve said, smiling back as he kissed Tony slowly.

Tony hummed, pulling him over onto his lap again. Because that had been a very good distraction before, thank you.

And Steve was suitably distracted. "Hello."

"Hi," Tony replied, shamelessly just resting his hands on Steve's ass.

Steve laughed. "You getting a little fresh, Anthony?"

"Oh, is this too fresh for you?" Tony asked, giving a squeeze because he couldn't help it.

"I think it's just the right amount of fresh," Steve said.

"Good," Tony said, pressing a kiss to the underside of Steve's jaw, just below the beard. "You are perfect right here."

"Perfect, hmm?" Steve said, blushing slightly.

"Perfect," Tony confirmed with a little bite.

Steve blushed harder. "Thank you," he said, rolling his hips into Tony.

Tony hummed, tightening his grip on Steve and moving along with him. "Keep going."

"Like this, you mean?" Steve asked, grinding down a little harder.

Mmm, friction.

Tony hummed in agreement, pressing his face into the crook of Steve's neck and shoulder. "Just like that."

"I will never get over how good you feel," Steve said quietly, sliding his fingers along Tony's arms.

"You deserve only the nicest things," Tony murmured, moving his hands up along Steve's spine and then down again to his thighs.

"You only give me the nicest things," Steve murmured back.

Tony kissed a little line along his shoulder for that, pushing up to meet him for the slow build up this time. "When you let me."

Steve's cheeks went pink. "Old habits."

"I like a challenge," Tony said simply, pressing up for a kiss.

"I've noticed that about you," Steve said with a smile, kissing him back.

"I want to spoil you utterly," Tony said, pushing up to topple them, Steve under him.

Steve smiled up at him. "I'm listening," he said. "How would you spoil me if I'd ever let you?"

"I would love to dress you up in all kinds of nice things," Tony began, pinning Steve in place to kiss his throat. "All to have something to take off of you again."

Steve sighed. "Like you do with the suit."

He missed the suit.

"Oh, you in my armor," Tony said, pressing into him maybe a little more eagerly.

"Mmm, I liked the gauntlets before," Steve offered.

"Also lovely," Tony agreed, reaching past him to find supplies hidden under a pillow. "Would you like that now?"

Steve bit his lower lip and nodded. "Please."

"Hands up," Tony murmured, already calling for the gauntlets.

Steve held his hands up over his head with a shy smile. "Like this?"

Tony hummed, kissing him until the gauntlets were slowly assembling around Steve's hands to lock them in place together at the wrist.

"You do great work," Steve said with a small smile, flexing his fingers to check the circulation.

"Tell me if it's uncomfortable," Tony ordered.

"It's not," Steve said, giving it a tug, "and I'm not moving, either."

"Very good," he said, trying to leave a nice mark on Steve's collarbone.

Steve moaned. "Just like that."

"I want you to make all the noises for me," Tony said, moving his way down slowly with biting kisses along Steve's chest and stomach.

"It's easier to this week," Steve admitted. He wasn't as up in his head about everything.

"Well, that makes it better sometimes," Tony said, tugging on Steve's sweats to pull them down slowly for more biting kisses.

Steve blew out a shaky sigh. "God, Tony, just like that."

Tony hummed in approval, nibbling a mark onto Steve's hip as he shifted just enough to work those sweats down Steve's legs and be tossed to the side. "Gorgeous, gorgeous man."

Steve's cheeks heated up as he spread his legs wider--this was a week not to be shy about asking for what he wanted, either--and he watched Tony's movements avidly. "Gonna take me apart?"

"Mmhmm," Tony replied, curling a hand under Steve's knee to lift his leg up just a little bit to press kisses along his inner thigh.

Steve's eyes drifted closed as he smiled. "Do your worst," he teased.

"Ooo, I love when you challenge me," Tony said, chuckling before he took Steve into his mouth to focus on doing just that.

Steve let out a low whine. "I know how you want to be pushed."

Tony hummed, moving down to take as much as him as he could at the moment. He kept his hands on Steve's hips to keep him nice and still for him.

Steve moaned, louder this time. "Your mouth. Less time in the lab, more with me--"

Tony slowly found a rhythm, bobbing his head to take just a little bit more each time. Because he had a goal here and Steve was being so, so good for him. Which meant he earned it.

Steve's little noises had gotten loud and slighly more frantic as Tony kept up his world-famous focus.

The material of the gauntlets slid down a little further on Steve's arms like an extension of Tony's touch as he hummed in approval at that.

He really loved to take Steve apart when he was allowed to.

Steve whimpered when he noticed that. "Nice adjustment," he gasped.

Tony pulled off with a wet noise, catching his breath. "Want more?" he asked, sounding just a little rough.

"I definitely want more," Steve managed when he could form words.

Tony grinned into Steve's thigh, biting it as he closed his eyes for more armor come to him from the lab. It mostly pieces that carefully continued down Steve's arms and shoulders in a way that was much more ornamental than binding.

The gauntlets managed that perfectly well on their own.

Steve glanced down at himself and whimpered. "You're an artist."

"No, that's you," Tony replied, nudging Steve's legs up so he could get a pillow under the small of his back.

Steve smiled. "I teach a class on art and STEM," he teased. "I know art when I see it."

"Well, maybe I'm inspired," Tony replied, kissing his stomach as he groped for the bottle of lube. "You have no idea how much I love seeing you in my colors. My gear. Mine."

Well, that was incredibly possessive, Anthony.

Steve arched his back as much as he could, trying to give Tony a better view. "Do you."

"Yes," Tony agreed, taking a deep breath as he looking Steve over. "Very much yes."

Steve smiled. "The look on your face right now, sweetheart. Want to get you to look like that all the time."

They'd never get a single thing done.

Tony smiled and pressed up to kiss him for it, carefully running his hands along where the armor covered Steve's skin.

Steve bit Tony's lower lip, more than a little affected by the way Tony was acting.

"Gorgeous, gorgeous man," he repeated because Steve needed to know it.

Steve shivered. "Keep going."

"And all mine," Tony continued, pressing in close between Steve's legs.

Steve met Tony's eyes. "I'm always yours."

Tony kissed him again, much sweeter this time around. Just for that.

"And you're mine," Steve added.

"Yes," he agreed all too eagerly.

Steve gave him a bright, happy, never for the cameras smile. "God, I'm lucky."

"Love you," Tony said, kissing him again and repeating that again and again between kisses.

Steve's eyes drifted back closed as he floated in the feeling of being safe and loved.

"Perfect," Tony said this time, still kissing Steve's throat as he worked open the bottle to warm some of the lube on his fingers.

Steve laughed breathlessly. "I'm amazed you haven't come up with something better than a bottle," he teased.

Tony just paused at that. Because now he was considering it.

Look, he could make another fortune on this.

C'mon, Rogers, that was a rookie error.

"Afterwards," he said.

Yeah, you brought that on yourself, Steve.

"Afterwards," Tony agreed, kissing him again to focus again as he pressed a careful finger into Steve.

Steve let out a low whimper. "Don't go so slow."

"Rough?" Tony asked, kissing him again.

"I'm tied to your bed," Steve said with a tiny smile against Tony's mouth. "I want it rough."

"I want to make sure," Tony murmured, curling his finger before Steve could answer that one.

"It's the week to do what you'd like," Steve said with a smile. "I'm excited to try all of it."

He learned so much on weeks like this!

Tony kissed him with more force behind it this time. "You are just perfect," he sighed.

"I'm glad you think so," Steve murmured, kissing back just as hard.

"Always think so," Tony said, biting at his lip and pressing another finger into him.

Steve moaned. "Keep going."

"Yes, dear," Tony said, unable to help himself as he worked Steve open maybe a little faster than he'd really do under normal circumstances.

"More," Steve hissed, rocking into Tony's fingers.

"Be good," Tony murmured, even as he worked a third finger into him, again, maybe a little too fast. It was going to hurt just a little.

"I'm always good," Steve said.

Tony kissed him again, only stopping his fingers enough to add more lube so that it wouldn't actually harm Steve here. Fantasy was all well and good, but...

Steve's noises--not that he'd ever admit it--got a little less strained. Tony knew Steve better than he knew himself.

Steve did plenty to pull Tony back too, so really it was just part of things for them.

"Gorgeous," Tony murmured, kissing him a little softer.

Steve smiled. "Yeah?"

His brain wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders right now.

"Always," Tony replied, smiling against Steve's lips as he carefully pulled Steve's hips up a little.

Steve let out a low, anticipatatory moan. "Please."

"I've got you," Tony promised, pressing forward to slowly enter him. "I've got you, darling."

Steve made a deeply needy little moan, clamped his legs around Tony, and pulled him in.

"God, Steve," Tony gasped, going still to not do finish much too quickly at the tight heat of Steve around him. "Perfect."

"Keep going--" Steve said between biting kisses.

"Okay, okay," Tony said, letting out a shaking breath before he started to move. Slowly at first, trying to find just the right angle of Steve's hips for this.

Steve moaned loudly--only a little because of how much Tony liked to hear him. Most of it was because it just felt so good.

Tony hummed, hunting for more of those lovely noises each time Steve made them. "I love listening to you like this," he murmured against Steve's throat.

Steve yanked his hands against the restraints, testing them. "Well, you don't get me tied up that often," he said breathlessly.

That was a very specific mood.

"Special occasions only," Tony agreed, letting the armor tighten just a little bit in response.

Steve moaned. "That'll leave marks."

Which he knew was something Tony loved.

"I'll take care of you after," Tony promised, rolling his hips into him.

"Takin' care of me now," Steve groaned, straining for more friction.

"Always," Tony agreed. "Always, always."

But hey, they were testing out the durability of the bed again!

It was important to check its integrity! Quality control!

"You're killing me here," Steve added with a little grin, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Too much?" Tony asked, grinning as he gripped Steve's hips tighter and drove into him.

"Never," Steve said, meeting Tony's eyes and grinning back.

Tony kissed him for that, pushing Steve's hips up to really leave him with every little choice but to take what was being give to him here.

And Steve, who very rarely let go of any kind of control, melted into the bed a bit and let him. It felt like relief.

Which only served to encourage Tony, murmuring soft, desperate things as he moved to fully drive them both out of their minds. Something Steve probably needed after so long.

The headboard might be holding up, but the drywall behind the bed was not faring as well. Steve had stopped fighting the gauntlets and had just started moving the entire bed instead.

(This week was hard on the tower's interior.)

"Tony--" he gasped, squeezing his eyes closed. "Touch me."

And they'd just renovated!

Tony nodded wordlessly, taking him in hand to move in time with his hips.

Well, their place was always a work in progress? Or at least that's what Steve told himself while spackling.

"Close," he gasped again.

"Let go for me," Tony murmured, trying to hold off long enough for it.

Steve didn't hold back on whatever noise came out of his mouth as he came, making an absolute mess of himself and Tony.

Sorry, Tony.

Because clearly Tony hadn't expected that at all. Noooo. Not at all.

He made a strained sound, driving into Steve for barely more than a few more moments before he was following him there.

It was going to take Steve a minute to form words again, Tony, so way to absolutely knock Steve's brain offline.

He'd celebrate once he caught his breath and remembered to remove the armor. Just... give him a little bit as well. "God, Steve."

"We are so good at this," Steve said, laughing breathlessly.

"We are," Tony agreed lazily, humming against Steve's shoulder as the armor disengaged from Steve's hands and shoulders. "You sore?"

"A little," Steve admitted. "Feels good, though."

Tony made a soft, annoyed sound, reaching up to rub Steve's muscles and pull his arms down to get the blood flow back into them. "You'll tell me, right?"

Steve curled his arms around Tony and held on tightly for just a moment. "I'll tell you."

"I love you," Tony sighed, relaxing against him with that.

Steve kissed him on the top of the head. "I know you do," he murmured. "You show me every day. I love you, too."

Tony pressed a kiss to a spot marked by the restraint of the armor. "We didn't even get to try out the champagne on your stomach," he teased quietly.

Steve laughed. "Well, you can do it now, but I'm a mess."

"After a shower," Tony replied with another kiss. A shower and probably more sex therein.

"And maybe a nap," Steve said with a smile.

"And finding the mini fridge for here so we can stay hydrated," Tony added.

Steve laughed, smiling down at him. "I adore you."

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