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]

Steve smiled again. "Show me."

[imafuturist]

Tony smiled at him before going in for another kiss as he reached for that bottle again. "Then get your hands on me."

[heroic_jawline]

"Oh, eagerly," Steve said, flipping them so Tony was caged underneath him.

[imafuturist]

Tony laughed, shifting so he could get a leg over Steve's hip. "I like how you think, Captain."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm not one to brag, but I'm known for my tactical prowess," Steve murmured, kissing Tony again.

[imafuturist]

"Mmhmm," Tony replied, scratching nails down Steve's shoulders and back.

[heroic_jawline]

"Hold onto something," Steve said with a smile, beginning a trail of kisses at Tony's collarbone that ended at Tony's naval.

[imafuturist]

"Yes, darling," Tony said with a deep inhale as he scrambled to grab onto the headboard.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve glanced up with a little smile. "I'll prove to you that I'm completely recovered," he said, working on a small bruise on Tony's left hip.

[imafuturist]

"By driving me insane?" Well. Yes.

[heroic_jawline]

"Yep," Steve said, moving his mouth lower.

[imafuturist]

"Steve." He was insidious.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hummed, glancing up from Tony from under ridiculous eyelashes.

He knew how to wind Tony up.

[imafuturist]

Tony dug a heel into the bed, letting go of the headboard to grab onto Steve's hair for that. Because Steve deserved it for being so devious.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hummed again and let his mouth go a little slack, a silent invitation for Tony to move him around a bit.

[imafuturist]

"You are going to be the death of me," Tony gasped, taking advantage of that with a shallow tug on Steve's hair to get more of that.

[heroic_jawline]

"But in a good way," Steve murmured, taking a little gasp for breath.

[imafuturist]

"The best way," Tony agreed readily. Maybe little too readily. "Your mouth, Steve."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "Learned from you," he said, then went back to work.

[imafuturist]

"Christ--" Tony tugged on Steve's hair, directing him as gentle as he could manage in the moment.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve swirled his tongue in reply.

[imafuturist]

Which earned him another, sharp tug on his hair. Because clearly that would teach Steve. Right?

"Just like that."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned and increased his speed.

[imafuturist]

"Steve, sweetheart," Tony gasped, sounding just as strained as Steve probably wanted him to be.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve pulled away and kissed Tony's stomach again. "Love you. Where's the lube?"