(Smut coming up)
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Steve's fingers explored with cautious curiosity, a thumb running along his naked chest, skimming his neck and inspiring trails of gooseflesh.
"Mmm," Tony murmured, eyes falling shut. Fingertips explored his cheeks, rubbed along his lips, briefly brushed over his brows before rolling lightly over his nose. Tony wanted to laugh at that, but then Steve tunneled a single hand through his hair, and massaged his head with such tenderness, he nearly came apart.
"Are we doing this now?" Tony asked with a sly smile as he felt Steve's other hand ghosting over the waistband of his briefs. "Cause if I'm having sex with Captain America, I should probably announce this somewhere, you know, maybe hold a little press conference..." Tony breathed against Steve's neck, slowly rocking up and down against his body.
Steve huffed, pressing up against him. "That's what's getting you off now? The Captain America part? I vaguely recall you shouting at me for this."
"What can I say?" Tony grinned deviously. "When I found out, I didn't know whether to scream at you or jump your bones right then and there."
"Would've preferred the latter." His hand found Tony's chin, tipping his head upward to finally kiss him. God, he'd missed kissing Steve.
"I've wanted you for so long—it's getting ridiculous that we haven't done this yet. I feel cheated by life," Tony gasped into his mouth, coaxing his arms to link behind his neck.
Steve nodded, his fingers carding through his hair. "Mutual," he moaned, arching against him. "What do we—I mean... Do you want to..."
"Yes. Whatever," Tony started, licking down his neck. "Whatever you want. Seriously. You say jump, I say how high."
"What's with all the jumping?"
Tony chuckled. "I have no idea. I think my brain got stuck or something. What do you want, Steve? Tell me."
He furrowed his brows. "I don't know..."
"You wanna fuck me? I'd love that. Or I'll fuck you. Or we can finish off like this, too, if you want. I'm not going anywhere Steve. You're stuck with me for as long as you'll have me..."
"Forever," Steve breathed without hesitance.
"Yeah," Tony said, his voice reverent. "Point is—we have time. We can take this slow if you want. I could blow you, or we jerk each other off. Really, I don't care what we do, as long as I get to touch you in an incredibly inappropriate way."
"I want that," Steve admitted with a faint blush. "All of that. And I can wait, too, but if you want, I'd like to have you..."
"Then have me," Tony replied instantly. They kissed, slowly, breathing each other in. Then, like a second thought, he leaned back, arching an eyebrow and said, "but with having me you mean fucking me, right? Just so we're on the same page here."
Steve laughed, laying his forehead against Tony's. "Making love to you is too old-fashioned, huh?"
Tony snorted. "Whatever works for you, buddy."
"Let me make love to you, then," Steve whispered, leaning down.
Tony nodded against his lips, nipping at them. Then he pulled back again, shaking his head. "Nope, you know what? Way too sappy. I feel like there need to be butterflies and little fairies all around us now. You got rose pedals somewhere, Steve? And candles, there should definitely be candles. In fact, Pepper knows this famous string quartet who could play Ode to Joy while you fu—"
