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.

[for the fellow and SP!]

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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.

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

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

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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?"

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

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

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

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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.

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

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