Stark Mini-Tower of Healthy Emotional Choices, Wednesday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

So, Tony and Steve hadn't actually talked since everything. Mostly because Steve was busy resting and recovering and Tony was working. Things needed to be disposed of, structural damage repaired, possible financial changes arranged.

Normal, reasonable things!

He wasn't catastrophizing, you were catastrophizing. And just giving Steve time and space to process things. Yes. That was it exactly.

While in one of the rooms Steve didn't go into very often. It was fine.

[for the husband]

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[imafuturist]

Tony really didn't think he deserved that sort of attention here, but was doing his best not to twitch at it.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve bit down, and not gently. "You're mine," he said quietly. "Flaws and all. I love you."

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Tony clutched at Steve's arms at that, relaxing against him. "I'll hold you to that."

Hey, look at him getting there!

[heroic_jawline]

"Good," Steve said, working a bruise into Tony's skin.

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"More of that," Tony groaned softly.

[heroic_jawline]

"Good pain," Steve murmured. "You aren't being punished."

Whether Tony believed that or not was out of Steve's hands.

[imafuturist]

He was... fifty percent there.

"Okay," Tony agreed faintly, running his fingers through Steve's hair. "Okay."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a soft noise but wasn't going to suggest moving to their bedroom. Here seemed to be where Tony needed to be.

He moved his mouth up, sucking a bruise behind Tony's ear.

[imafuturist]

A bed would be the much better option here. And yet...

Tony sighed and tilted his head to let Steve keep that up, still running his hands all along Steve's scalp and neck and shoulders.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's hands slid down to squeeze Tony's rear. Because he could.

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Tony tightened his grip a little bit at that, pressing forward against Steve with a little sigh. It was safe to say that was welcome.

[heroic_jawline]

"What do you need, Tony?" Steve murmured.

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"You. Just you," Tony replied without hesitation.

[heroic_jawline]

"You have me," Steve said. "Lose the pants."

[imafuturist]

Tony flashed a brief smile, leaning in to kiss him again as he worked on unfastening them and wriggling to get them down his hips without pulling away too much. It was a struggle.

[heroic_jawline]

"Don't fall over, sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere."

[imafuturist]

"I'm not going to fall over." Ignore how he slowed down still to shimmy out of his pants, though.

[heroic_jawline]

"That's good to hear," Steve said with a soft smile.

[imafuturist]

"I'm just... enthusiastic about this." Was that weird to say? It felt weird to say.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smled. "That's not a bad thing," he said, wriggling out of his clothing since he didn't have a Tony on his lap any longer.

[imafuturist]

A win-win!

Tony waited what he felt was a respectful amount of time before pushing back in to straddle Steve's thighs again for another kiss.

[heroic_jawline]

"Hi there," Steve said with a grin.

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"Hi," Tony murmured, pushing himself up onto his knees to kiss Steve on the forehead.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve rested his hands heavily on Tony's hips, continuing to ground him.

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"I love you," he murmured with another kiss.