Tony's Workshop in the Tiniest Version of the Stark Tower, Friday Evening

[imafuturist]

Tony had meant to do something nice for Steve after they got back from their class and all the snow involved in it. He'd really meant to. But instead he'd immediately gotten pulled into a project after a phone call from his R&D department back in New York, needing a solution before Pepper got an ulcer from the stress.

Which meant he went straight to the lab to work it out. And then that turned into tinkering with his dozens of other Stark Industries based projects in various states of completion.

And then from there, he was working on a version of the suit. Mark... look, the number wasn't important. The important thing was that he'd forgotten the original plan. Which he'd realize at some point, right?

[for the hubbie]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve's moan was a little less soft at that, and he sped up his hand and his mouth.

[imafuturist]

"Just like that," he sighed, tugging on Steve's hair. "Christ, just like that."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was regretting still having his own pants on. His free hand slid down his front, but he was still giving the vast majority of his focused attention on getting Tony to make more of those noises.

[imafuturist]

"You are so--" Tony cut himself off with a groan. "Perfect."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve glanced up at him through his lashes, eyes shiny and mouth full.

[imafuturist]

"Oh, look at you," Tony sighed, tugging in his hair. "Touch yourself for me."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve whimpered and took himself in hand as he kept moving over Tony.

[imafuturist]

"Perfect, perfect," Tony gasped, trying to watch him as much as he could.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve shuddered at the praise. Everything about this was going even better than he'd imagined.

[imafuturist]

Well, he basically tackled Tony for a blowjob. Nothing about this could be considered a bad idea. "God, next time I want you to bend me over this bench," Tony babbled.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's moan sounded punched out at that mental image. God, please, yes.

[imafuturist]

"Permission," he gasped, tugging harder on Steve's hair. "Blanket permission."

[heroic_jawline]

Were you trying to make Steve come first, Tony? Because that's not very nice. Steve squeezed his fingers and swirled his tongue again.

[imafuturist]

It'd be nice if that was what Tony was doing and not just blindly chasing after his own completion with that very nice image combined with the feel of Steve's mouth around him. But alas.

"Steve--'m close."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve made eye contact and deliberately swallowed.

[imafuturist]

Well, in that case, Tony was just forced to let go with a groan, hands gripping Steve's hair tightly.

He was going to look complete mess.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's favorite look on him, really.

Steve pulled away, wiping at his mouth and looking terribly pleased with himself.

[imafuturist]

"Jesus, Steve," he gasped, trying his best to focus on breathing.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "I like watching you work," he said, his voice deep and a little hoarse.

[imafuturist]

Tony yanked him forward for a filthy kiss at that. What else could he do, honestly?

[heroic_jawline]

Steve went eagerly, kissing back just as hard and sliding his fingers into Tony's hair now that his hands were free.

[imafuturist]

"I'm serious about next time," he murmured, biting at Steve's lip.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve moaned. "We'll definitely get there."

[imafuturist]

"What do you need?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Not much," Steve admitted with a breathless laugh. "God, you were so good."