Ballroom of Stark Towerlet, Saturday Afternoon

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

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

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

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Steve swirled his tongue in reply.

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

"Just like that."

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Steve moaned and increased his speed.

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

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

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"Right... right there." Steve, asking him to think? That's rough.

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"Found it," Steve murmured, kissing Tony's chest and slicking his fingers up before starting to prep himself.

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"God, I love you," Tony sighed, slumping back into the mattress like maybe he needed to catch his breath.

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"I love you, too," Steve murmured. "Hold still."

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"Holding still." For now.

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"We don't do it this way all that often," Steve said softly, straddling Tony's hips and sinking down.

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Tony cursed under his breath, gripping at Steve's hips tight enough to leave some marks.

Steve."

Consider Tony a fan.

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Steve leaned down and kissed him.

"Tony."

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"Just like that," Tony murmured against his lips before surging up for another kiss.

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"like this?" Steve asked, rolling his hips.

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"Yes," Tony said, repeating that as he gripping Steve's hips tightly.

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"God, you feel good," Steve whispered, moving faster.

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"So do you," Tony managed. He was finally able to let go of Steve's hips to run his hands up along his sides as he watched him move.

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"Good," Steve murmured, slowing back down. He wasn't in a rush.

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"You're going to melt my brain," Tony sighed. Which was a real hardship for the world!

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"It needs a reboot every now and then," Steve said, shifting Tony slightly.

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Tony groaned, digging his fingers back into the meat of Steve's thighs. "Sure," he said senselessly.