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

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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Steve moaned. "That'll leave marks."

Which he knew was something Tony loved.

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

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

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

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

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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.

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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And they'd just renovated!

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

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

"Close," he gasped again.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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

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