Ballroom of Stark Towerlet, Saturday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

So, maybe the whole getting Steve up to speed on roller skating in the ballroom wasn't the best plan. But ice skating was happening without a lot of hot chocolate being provided, so there they were.

And now Steve had a sprained wrist that he was downplaying like his last name was actually Stark or something. Which was rude. Sure, it'd heal with record speed and all, but the principle of the matter!

"Are you sure we don't need to go to the clinic? Or maybe just get Don?"

[for the guy on some slowplay]

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[imafuturist]

"Bed," Tony agreed, pressing Steve up against the wall. Helpfully.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned softly, pulling Tony in tighter. "This isn't a bed."

Tactical genius, right here.

[imafuturist]

"It's a work in progress," Tony insisted, kissing just behind Steve's ear as his hands were busy roaming along Steve's body.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned again. "It's about the journey," he agreed.

[imafuturist]

Tony laughed against his shoulder for that, but didn't pause on anything else. "Exactly."

[heroic_jawline]

"God, your mouth," Steve murmured, sliding his leg between Tony's.

[imafuturist]

"Like that?" Tony sighed, pressing in close at that.

[heroic_jawline]

"I love that," Steve admitted softly, closing his eyes.

[imafuturist]

"Perfect," he murmured, trying to leave a nice, big mark on Steve's throat.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was leaning into the wall for support now. "Tony," he murmured. Keep going."

[imafuturist]

"Yes, darling," Tony replied with a pleased little rumble.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve slid his fingers though Tony's hair, eager to reciprocate how good Tony was making him feel.

[imafuturist]

Now that Steve was no longer broken, it was very much appreciated!

Because now Tony felt the need to pamper Steve a little. For normal reasons. Hence the ridiculous hickey he was trying to leave.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned again. "I'm right here," he murmured.

[imafuturist]

"And you'll stay right here," Tony murmured, biting down on reddened skin.

[heroic_jawline]

"Of course I am," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"Good," Tony said, blowing cool air over Steve's skin.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve shivered. "Trying to make me weak at the knees?" he asked. "Because it's working."

[imafuturist]

"Now we can get to a bed," Tony replied with a grin. Consider his ego soothed.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "You'll have to pull me over," he admitted.

[imafuturist]

"Deal," Tony replied, tugging on Steve's waistband to pull him along.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve chuckled as he stumbled over and collapsed on the bed. "Your mouth is a weapon."

[imafuturist]

"I do my best," Tony replied smugly, crawling over him for another kiss.

[heroic_jawline]

"Your best is very, very good," Steve murmured.

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed, trying to wriggle out of his pants without getting off of Steve and it was mostly successful if you ignored the moment he faceplanted on Steve's shoulder. "I'm good, I'm good!"

Smooth.