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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[heroic_jawline]

"Very," Steve admitted with a breathless laugh. "You?"

[imafuturist]

"Yeah," Tony agreed, grinning against Steve's skin.

[heroic_jawline]

"I love you," Steve said, moving faster.

[imafuturist]

"Love you," Tony gasped because if you expected something more coherent...

[heroic_jawline]

"Let go for me," Steve commanded, biting down on Tony's earlobe.

[imafuturist]

Tony whined, trying to hold on still. "Wanna feel you first."