Penthouse Apartment of the Attempted Stark Tower, Sunday Morning

[imafuturist]

Well, Tony was back from being a cat for over a week. And he only vaguely had the urge to knock things off tables and bump his head into Steve's shoulder for attention. Which was reasonable and normal for their lives.

But, to make up for being gone, he'd picked up donuts on his way back from the radio station. Did it make up for leaving Steve to hold down the fort that whole time? Eh, 50/50 on that one. But he was trying anyway! "Steve?"

[for the husband!]

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[heroic_jawline]

Well, so much for Steve's initial thought. He wasn't going to hold it together much longer, and babbled something like that, which was probably incoherent to Tony.

[imafuturist]

Look, sometimes he had to cheat to win. And he didn't think Steve would really hold it against him if he got him off so good that he forgot his own name again.

That was why he was pressing into Steve in a grind to keep on that one spot in him. And maybe because he couldn't make himself pull any further away.

[heroic_jawline]

Oh, that was definitely the problem Steve was facing again as he came so hard he grayed out a little.

[imafuturist]

Tony did not take too much to chase after him there, pressed in close like he couldn't be anywhere else in the world right now. Now with Steve sounding and feeling like that.

This was going to be a group blue screen of death here.

[heroic_jawline]

Best afternoon ever, and the gauntlets held firm! "Nap?" Steve finally managed.

[imafuturist]

"Nap," Tony agreed, letting out a breath as he reached up to just touch the gauntlets to cause them to peel away. "Hands okay? And pain?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Mmm, everything is wonderful and nothing hurts," Steve said dreamily.

[imafuturist]

Tony kissed him for that, chuckling as he pulled Steve's hands down to check his wrists just in case. "You did perfect, Steve."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve shivered and pulled in more closely against Tony. "Keep talkin'."

[imafuturist]

"Perfect," he repeated, tugging the blanket over them both so he could press against Steve fully. "God, I'm so lucky to have you."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm luckier to have you," Steve said, holding on tightly.

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed, pressing kisses to his shoulder. But they were slow and lazy this time around.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's skin went goosebumpy. "I love you," he murmured.

[imafuturist]

"Love you too," Tony replied, running his hand along Steve's arm to keep soothing away the lovely loopiness that came form some of the things they did.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gradually stopped shivering. "You really did a number on me," Steve teased.

[imafuturist]

"You liked it," Ton murmured, pressing another kiss to his shoulder. "Happy to take you apart."

[heroic_jawline]

"You're incredibly good at it," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"You deserve the care," he said, kissing him on the cheek this time.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve blushed. "And you needed to do the pampering."

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Tony hummed in agreement. "Is it micromanaging to suggest we schedule these days more frequently?"

No, Tony. It wasn't at all weird to schedule your BDSM sessions like they were business meetings. Not at all.

[heroic_jawline]

"Maybe a little, but I don't mind," Steve said with a smile.

[imafuturist]

"I just know we have busy lives. And sometimes I get wrapped up in a project..."

Sometimes?

[heroic_jawline]

"Sometimes?" Steve teased.

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Tony pinched his side for that. "I'm just saying."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve wriggled, but not very far away. "We can try it," he said, smiling.