The Definitely Not Suggestive Stark Tower In Fandom, Tuesday Afternoon

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

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

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

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

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"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!

[heroic_jawline]

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

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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."

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

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

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a needy, keening sort of noise.

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

That poor delivery man didn't deserve this.

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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.

[imafuturist]

Yes, but would they even remember?

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

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

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

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

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

Into sweats, yes.

"Food. More of this."

[heroic_jawline]

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.

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

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

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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.

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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--

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

Maybe the entire day, really.