Stark Tower, NYC - Thursday

[imafuturist]

Steve finally let Tony go all out for his birthday. Sure, it was just the two of them in the penthouse suite of the tower, but he was still doing it! With way too much catering and fireworks all set up for the evening.

Which was honestly just what was expected from Stark Industries for the holiday anymore, but still.

Hopefully Steve would enjoy the massive, patriotic teddy bear waiting for him once they arrived.

[for the birthday guy and sp]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve shivered again. "Only to you," he said with a tiny smile.

[imafuturist]

"Well, I like to think I'm the only one who matters about that, but that's probably my ego there," he teased.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed, turning his head to smile at Tony. "You're the only one who matters on this."

[imafuturist]

"Feeding my ego," Tony replied, biting down on the meat of one of Steve's cheeks. "Very dangerous, don't you know?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a needy whine. "How'm I dangerous?" he asked.

[imafuturist]

"Encouraging me," Tony said before he was very much occupied with taking Steve apart with his mouth.

[heroic_jawline]

"You have the best ideas when you're encouraged," Steve gasped, pressing back against Tony's tongue.

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed, pressing forward to give him exactly what he wanted there. Because it was his birthday, after all.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve, unconstrained by neighbors or peeping squirrels, was giving full voice to how good that felt for him.

[imafuturist]

Which was just what Tony wanted to hear. It was the perfect encouragement to chase after reactions to figure out what Steve liked the best.

For the spreadsheet.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's voice cracked in a way he'd be embarrassed about if this didn't feel so good. "Tony--"

[imafuturist]

"You alright, darling?" Tony asked, sounding maybe a little smug.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed breathlessly. "I'm flying."

[imafuturist]

"Perfect," Tony said, for sure smug about it before going back in to really melt Steve's brain.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's answering moan was extremely heartfelt as he felt his toes curl at the onslaught.

This was the best birthday.

[imafuturist]

Tony made another pleased noise, curling a hand around Steve to help him get where he so desperately needed. Because he wasn't going to tease. Not today at least.

[heroic_jawline]

Tony was the very best. Steve groaned as he pressed his arms into the side of the sofa, making it groan along with him, and squeezed his eyes closed. "Close--" he warned.

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed again in agreement with that, working his hand in time with his mouth to help him along. Steve, after all, could come more than a few times.

Which was a plus in the relationship.

[heroic_jawline]

Super-serum was a hell of a thing.

Steve came all over himself and the sofa with a drawn out gasp.

[imafuturist]

Tony pulled back with gasp, not at all minding the mess on his couch. Well, their couch now.

"Was that up to par?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a breathless giggle. "It was okay."

You knocked all the sense right out of him, Tony.

[imafuturist]

"Okay," Tony sputtered, pouting at him. "Okay?"

[heroic_jawline]

"It was fine?" he teased, grinning goofily.

[imafuturist]

"I'll never recover from this," Tony complained, slumping back on the couch.

[heroic_jawline]

"My poor, abused husband," Steve said, climbing onto Tony's lap and already half-recovered.