Tony's arms slide over Steve's shoulders as he presses in, but any attempt at smoothness is instantly ruined as Tony suddenly coughs out a laugh. "Oh my god that was terrible. That might be the most amazing line I've ever heard, I'm getting it framed." And he does look delighted, still chuckling to himself as his hands map down the line of Steve's back.
Steve's not wrong, though. The workshop is his in a way that very few other places are. The outright amusement fades a little in the face of Steve's mouth against his skin, though Tony's still smiling as he tips his head back to bare his throat.
"Let's see how things go, hm?" One hand keeps investigating the muscles of Steve's back while the other slides up to tangle into short blonde hair. "No planning. I forbid it."
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Date: 2017-06-15 04:31 pm (UTC)Steve's not wrong, though. The workshop is his in a way that very few other places are. The outright amusement fades a little in the face of Steve's mouth against his skin, though Tony's still smiling as he tips his head back to bare his throat.
"Let's see how things go, hm?" One hand keeps investigating the muscles of Steve's back while the other slides up to tangle into short blonde hair. "No planning. I forbid it."