Penthouse Apartment of the Baby Stark Tower - Saturday Morning

[imafuturist]

Well, the one too many outfits that Tony may or may not have ordered for Steve after getting free reign at the party last night had arrived. The wonders of shipping when you were in a multiversal nexus point. Also rich. Being rich helped a lot.

So, he was carefully just hiding it all away before Steve could realize just how much it was. Just so, so much.

[for the husband]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve was coming back upstairs from racing the dogs through the extensive training set up that had once been a ballroom. Steve was almost as tired as the dogs were.

"Tony?" Steve called. "I've got another hole to patch in the drywall."

Fee still wasn't great at slowing down.

[imafuturist]

"Again?" Look, one day she'd get there. One day. "It's not the ceiling again, right?"

He was shoving garment bags into the closet now. No care at all.

[heroic_jawline]

"No," Steve said. "Fortunately. It's about seven feet up, though."

He tilted his head. "What's in the bags?"

[imafuturist]

"...just some new stuff."

Don't trust it, Steve.

[heroic_jawline]

He came up behind Tony and kissed the back of his neck. "Really."

[imafuturist]

"Really," Tony said, smiling and pressing back against him. There was another, loud thump happening in the apartment. "I'm going to reinforce the walls next week, I think."

[heroic_jawline]

"These aren't replacements for your pants from last night?" Steve asked, blushing slightly. "I am sorry about that."

Well. Mostly sorry.

[imafuturist]

"Don't be sorry," Tony said with a grin. "I'm not."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed a bruise behind Tony's neck. "I like when you throw parties."

[imafuturist]

"You like not having to clean up after a party," he teased, voice going all warm and pleased. It was not not a bedroom voice.

[heroic_jawline]

"That's definitely a plus," Steve agreed, kissing another spot on Tony's neck. "I don't know where we'd stow all the dog equipment."

[imafuturist]

"I could add on a storage unit to the tower." Tony, no.

[heroic_jawline]

"We could just move it into the space Rhodey only uses once a year," Steve countered.

[imafuturist]

"But it's Rhodey's space!" Somewhere out there, Rhodey was sighing.

[heroic_jawline]

"He won't mind if we use it for a few days," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"So long as it's not at the same time." Honestly, the place was large enough that it was possible Rhodey wouldn't even notice.

[heroic_jawline]

"Of course," Steve promised solemnly. "But we do have the room."

[imafuturist]

"Fine, fine. No additions to the tower." Yet.

[heroic_jawline]

"Thank you," Steve said, rewarding Tony with a kiss.

[imafuturist]

Tony tugged him in to keep that kiss going for at least a moment longer. "So, maybe you can model some of the clothing for me?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "I can do that," he said.

[imafuturist]

"Yaaaaay." Fully felt, that little 'yaaaay'.

[heroic_jawline]

"I was hoping you'd say it just like that," Steve admitted, leaning in for a real kiss.

[imafuturist]

"And you can rip more pants off me if you like," he teased. As a treat.

[heroic_jawline]

"Your pants were very distracting last night," Steve said, bright red.