Tony wraps his arms around Steve’s neck, feels the chain mail press into his chest. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”
“I didn’t think I’d be gone so long,” says Steve, pressing his cheek against Tony’s, kissing down his neck, biting into the taut skin there.
He wants to mark him, a reminder – for tomorrow and the next day, for when Tony’s alone again and begins to wonder if it was a dream or a figment of his overactive imagination. Steve wants him to remember it was real, wants him to remember every sensation.
He feels Tony’s body react to him and can’t help but smile.
“You’re so -”
He trails off, losing his train of thought as Tony turns and captures his mouth.
“Tell me.”
“I love you,” he says and he kisses him hard.
It’s imperfect and messy and exactly what he craved. He draws it out, relishing in the way Tony presses into his body, seeking friction. Steve could pull away, could reach between them, but he prefers it this way. Prefers to have Tony chase his pleasure. Prefers to have him on the edge, on the verge of begging for it and acquiescing to his demands.
As of yet, he hasn’t demanded anything, but if the past is anything to go by, he will, soon enough.
He likes hearing Tony plead and loves drawing it out.
It’s not long before Tony’s lying on his side as Steve caresses every inch of him. Tony covers his eyes with his arm. Hiding in the crook of his elbow.
Steve had him suck on his fingers, lightly. He ran those same fingers down his chest, down his stomach, stopping just shy of his leaking head.
“So pretty.”
“Please, Steve. Please.”
“What if I just wanted to touch you? Just like this? Just like this, for hours on end, would you let me?”
Tony’s breathing was frantic now. He moaned as Steve carefully wrapped his fingers around his shaft, pressing into the slit with the pad of his thumb.
Tony bit his lip, stifling a moan.
“I can do this all day.”
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