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]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

"I can tell," Steve said with a snicker.

[imafuturist]

Tony nipped at his shoulder like it would teach Steve some manners. "I was distracted."

[heroic_jawline]

"By what?" Steve asked, fishing for a compliment.

[imafuturist]

Which made Tony laugh at least. "All of you, sweetheart."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled up at him. "You're not too shabby yourself."

[imafuturist]

"Why, thank you, Captain Rogers," Tony replied, pushing down on Steve's shoulders to keep him in place for the next kiss.

[heroic_jawline]

"You're very welcome," Steve murmured, sliding his hand back into Tony's hair.

[imafuturist]

"Pants off," Tony murmured. Because he wasn't about to focus on anything other than kissing Steve for a little while longer.

[heroic_jawline]

"Pants off," Steve agreed, pulling at them. "You too."

[imafuturist]

"You could help so that I don't fall again," Tony suggested.