Negotiations (for buildsomething)

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Steve is very calm and matter of fact about what's happened between them, when they wake the next morning. He disentangles himself from Tony gently, ruffles his hair one last time, and stretches, sliding out of bed. Neither of them ever finished their coffee.

Steve limits his chatter to Tony to the usual 'good morning' routine, carries the cups to the kitchen and washes them, and generally tries to be as low key as he possibly can about it. He doesn't want to embarrass him, and he really doesn't want to scare him away. He assumes, perhaps wrongly, that acting like cuddling with Tony for most of the night is just routine is the best way to approach the situation. At least Tony can rest assured Steve won't be sharing any private information with the others.

He gives it a day, going about his usual affairs, training and sparring, going over intel, trying to predict where they might be needed next...but while the others finish dinner, he goes looking for Tony specifically, trying to catch him alone.

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And like it's flipped a switch, Tony can't seem to stop talking, even if it's mostly a serious of breathless swears with Steve's name mixed in every so often. He doesn't seem to realize he's doing it, head still thrown back and eyes tightly closed.

And then Steve's hands settle on his hips and press him into the table. It's almost that grip as much as the wet heat surrounding his cock that makes all of Tony's words trail off into a sound so low and rough that it's almost inhuman. One that somehow goes even lower as Tony tries to buck his hips up and can't, then chokes off entirely as Tony flexes to feel the strength pressing back against him.

It's all he can do to try and gasp out a warning, hopefully understandable, that he's reached the absolute limit of his control. But maybe the way every muscle in his body locks up is just as clear.

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Tony doesn't have to be coherent; in fact, it's telling that he's not stringing full sentences together. Just hearing his own name gasped out and moaned like that is more than enough for Steve. He's struck by a fit of sudden, aggressive affection; he wants to just hold onto this man and curl his body around him and hold on, rock and stroke him through the throes of pleasure he's hearing. Pin him down and cover him with his own body and shield him from within and without.

Something clicks--something which he will analyze later, when he can think more clearly--because he can hear and feel Tony's reaction when he tries to push against Steve's powerful grip and fails to budge it. He can sense that's a catalyst that's pushed him past the point of no return, and at the moment why that doesn't matter.

Steve gives a softer, lighter groan in return, swallowing around Tony with no sign of objecting to it. Rather, he lifts his eyes up again to look at the man's face as he comes, tapering off the intensity of his attention to draw the spasms out as long as he possibly can.

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He might lose track of time for a little while as the orgasm slams over him, completely swept away by just how overwhelming it is. There's nothing but wave after wave of pure sensation and Tony just lets it happen, lets himself do nothing but feel it.

When he finally starts to come back to himself, he's gone as boneless as he was tense a few moments ago. His arms are still over his head but the tension is gone, like he couldn't do more than just let them flop there. His entire body is still shuddering occasionally, muscles twitching like they're not sure what to do with themselves.

Tony hasn't felt this good in years.

It takes a moment or so for him to find his voice, and it's rough when he finally manages to murmur, "jesus christ."

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Steve releases him slowly with a couple borderline-pornographic noises. He rolls his own shoulders and neck a little, smiling with a blend of smug contentment and tenderness, and gradually moves his hands to stroke the other man's thighs. A little messy, he wipes the back of his wrist across his mouth, licks his teeth.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," he says, and it sounds just as insufferable as Tony might have expected. Like he's just won something. Except then his eyes go soft and warm again, and he nuzzles the inside of Tony's knee.

"You okay? Not too cold? God, you make great noises. I want to do that again. Often." Uh, but not right away. Neither of them is quite up for that so soon, he figures.

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It's a little bit of a struggle for Tony to get his eyes open again, but when he does manage to glance down he can't help but huff a laugh at the unbelievably smug look on Steve's face. No that he can blame him. If Tony had just sucked a guy's brains out through his dick, he'd look as smug as possible too.

"I'm good," he says, still smiling a little, and finally reaches down to slide his fingers into Steve's hair. Mostly just for the sake of touching. "Just gimme a minute to feel my feet again."

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Tony may still get the opportunity to suck a guy's brains out through his dick tonight! Steve has no objection. It just sort of...happened, the way it happened. And he's just as glad it did, right now, because Tony's almost sweet when he's relaxed like this.

Steve hums with approval at the stroking through his hair, closing his eyes briefly. He stays where he is for a couple minutes, then gently begins to disentangle from between the other man's legs, opting to move up his body to slip an arm around his shoulders. That makes for a different kind of skin-to-skin contact. He gives him a couple lazy nips under his chin, then nestles his head in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

He likes a little cuddling, and this is a good opportunity, while Tony's boneless and content and Steve is feeling comfortable with this kind of intimacy.

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He can't help but laugh softly as Steve settles over him, and keeps the hand tangled in his hair. The other arm he wraps loosely around Steve's shoulders, hand lightly splaying out across his back.

"You okay there?" He murmurs, letting his eyes slide closed again as he just relaxes into the hold and pets him absently. "I can take care of you in a minute if you haven't come yet." Tony's not going to make assumptions. Steve probably could have brought in a marching band at the end there and Tony wouldn't have noticed.

"Thank you for that, by the way." He drops a soft kiss against the top of Steve's head. It just seems polite to show his appreciation for a blowjob that good.

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"Mnnf. What's so funny?" He licks the side of his neck, amused but pretending to be mildly offended. "You're lucky I didn't hop up onto the table with you."

The table can probably take it, but Steve's sure getting squished between him and a hard flat surface would be uncomfortable. He'll save that for when they're in a bed.

"I'm good," he says, although the heat to his face and the way he can't seem to stop nuzzling and squirming against him says no, he definitely hasn't come yet, and his patience is wearing out. "I mean, yes please. My hands were occupied pinning you, and I didn't want to fuck the table."

He grins at the kiss. "You going to thank me every time? 'Thank you, sir, may I have another'?"

Now he's just being silly.

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"I might," Tony says, trying for dignified and not quite making it. He does at least try to nudge Steve back so that he could sit up, though the hand still in Steve's hair made sure he couldn't go far.

In fact, Tony pulled him right in for a long, slow kiss as slipped his free hand down between them, tracing the lines of his stomach and then down lower until it could wrap lightly around his cock. Tony smiles against his mouth, apparently more than a little pleased to do some teasing of his own, and gives him one long stroke from base to tip.

"Can't have you feeling neglected," he says without pulling away from Steve's mouth, his voice nearly a purr.

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Already sitting up and ready to reciprocate? Steve will have to try harder next time. Maybe tease a little longer. Still, his body language is languid and satisfied, and Steve loves the look on him. He lets Tony nudge him into whatever position seems to suit him, kissing him back, slow and soft and intimate.

He inhales sharply at the touch to his cock, hips giving a little twitch before he can quite stop them. He's so aroused he's super-sensitive, flushed dark and angry.

"Unh," he replies faintly, against Tony's lips, and closes his eyes. "...mmkay. I like this plan. Show me what y'got, Tony."

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He laughs, the sound low and pleased as he keeps moving his hand over the length of him. He wants to tease, wants to draw this out, but Steve's been so patient that making him hold back almost seems cruel. He'll have time to really work on Steve later, Tony's going to make sure of that.

"If you wanted that," he says, sounding far too amused, "you shouldn't have fried my brain." He nips at Steve's lower lip, then turns slightly to scrape his teeth along the line of his jaw. The grip on Steve's cock firms as Tony's mouth trails down his throat, leaving little stinging nips at random.

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"But I wanted to fry your brain, too," Steve tells him in an almost plaintive tone. He's teasing, but he's also about as turned-on as he could be and still be able to form words, and his voice seems to veer from raspy to soft-pitched and sweet. "Nnnhhh, and you weren't exactly complaining at the ti-ime."

There's a hitch in his speech as the grip around him tightens, and his hips jolt, thrusting into the touch. He makes a small growling sound then, liking the bites, as well, very much. "God, Tony. I want--I need to sit or lie down, you're making me crazy."

His knees are getting weak, and while that won't stop him from letting Tony work him to a climax, he might enjoy it more if he can worry less about collapsing.

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"You really want me to stop?" He squeezes gently like an illustration, but lifts his head with an almost thoughtful expression. His bedroom would be ideal, but it's a little far at the moment. Also getting there requires a possible gauntlet of nosy roommates, and won't that be fun. They'll get there eventually, Tony's going to see to that, but he has something to take care of first.

With a quiet little hum, he nudges Steve back and slips down off worktable. And then, without letting go, begins to slowly back Steve towards the couches tucked into the corner of the workroom. They probably should have started there, if he's honest, but if Steve wanted to suck him off on top of his own work station who is Tony to argue?

When the back's of Steve's legs hit the cushions, Tony pushes him down onto it and then immediately follows, knees planting on either side of Steve's legs to straddle his lap. "Better?" He asks with a flash of a grin and goes right back to stroking him. He might have a slightly one track mind at present.

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"No! Don't stop," he protests. Just...alter physical reality to put Steve in a more comfortable position without having to pause the attention. Okay, so that's a tall order. Steve's hands slide up to run through Tony's hair again, but he's more or less pliant when he moves and backs him toward the couch. Without letting go of his cock. Is that a power move or a concession to Steve's plea? He's not sure, but he likes it either way.

He grunts as he collapses back onto the couch, then laughs and slumps as much as he has space for, putting his arms around the other man. "God, yes. Much better."

And convenient. His hands slide down to cup Tony's ass, kneading lazily in time with the stroking. "Definitely better."

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Tony's hardly going to complain about that. He leans back into Steve's hands, blithely trusting him to hold his weight, and smiles down at him. "Glad to hear it," he says, voice low and amused.

And then he's all focus again, fingers trailing against the underside of Steve's cock as his hand begins to move faster. As much fun as his own orgasm had been, Tony's pretty sure this is what he actually wants more, to watch Steve come apart under him. His eyes are dark and intent as he watches him, a small smile still playing over his mouth.

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Steve is plenty strong enough to hold a full-grown man on his lap, and even with the lean muscle on his frame, Tony is far from the heaviest of the Avengers. He will definitely not drop him, although his coordination may falter sooner than he thinks.

"Ohhh," his eyes close briefly, and he licks his lips. When it comes down to it, Steve's patience could be a little better. He can hold out for a long time if he has a focus, but like this, underneath a man and relatively passive, he's not going to be able to hold out long. "Tony...don't stop, I need it."

He's trying to keep his eyes on the other man, although they're glassy with pleasure now. They linger over Tony's face as he pants quietly, and then he relents and drops his gaze to the hand working over his cock and groans out loud. It's almost too much.

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"I've got you," Tony says, and it sounds almost like a promise. He smoothes his free hand up and down Steve's side, apparently just for the sake of touching him, and follows his gaze down to watch Steve's cock move through his fingers. Tony makes a low sound of his own, his grip firming without him meaning to.

"Just let go for me, hm?" It's halfway between soothing and goading as he feels Steve's body move restlessly under him. Someday Tony might try teasing him out of his mind, but he's not sure even he has the patience for that right now. Not with Steve already looking half out of his mind and desperate to fall the rest of the way.

He strokes him faster, letting the calluses on his fingers catch on every sensitive spot he can find. Every bit of concentration he usually puts into his work, he's got on pulling Steve's orgasm out of him now.

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"Your hands, though," he croaks helplessly. Presumably it's meant as a compliment, given his earlier confession about some of the things he likes about Stark. Steve's own hands move up Tony's back to brace under his shoulderblades, clinging with impressive strength, and his pelvis moves, pushing up into Tony's grasp. Thrusting.

"F-for you, huh?" He adds, gaze flicking back to the other man's face, locking his eyes on Tony's face. "Yeah--yes. God, yes..."

That's when he runs out of words, dissolving into sharp gasps and whimpers, back arching enough to lift his hips off the cushion and bounce Tony in his lap. He can't keep his eyes open under the final onslaught of pleasure, squeezing them shut and gritting his teeth against the cries that want to break free from his throat.

The orgasm is intense, and it's messy, leaving his chest and belly slick and shiny with release. As the spasm fade away, he gulps air again and stills, blinking rapidly because tears have sprung to the corners of his eyes.

"Uffhh..." he says softly after a moment. It might be a while before he can give any kind of intelligent feedback, but his lips curve into a giddy little smile.

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Tony makes a quiet, startled sound as Steve nearly dislodges him with the force of it, but the noise goes much lower, hotter, as he watches the orgasm take him over. He's almost entranced by it, the way Steve looks when he just completely comes apart, to the point where he forgets that his hand is still wrapped around Steve's cock.

He can't help but quirk a faint smile at the incoherent noises and goofy expression on Steve's face and he also can't help leaning in to gently kiss that smile. Now that Steve isn't moving anymore, he leans in to press their bodies together, completely uncaring about the mess still on Steve's stomach.

"Hi there," he says teasingly as he rests their foreheads together. "Feeling okay?"

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Steve spends so much of his time focused, controlled--some would say 'repressed'--it feels heavenly to let go of that for just a moment, and do nothing but feel. He's left trembling a little in the aftermath; maybe a simple handjob shouldn't leave him so undone. Maybe it has something to do with the company.

He blinks languidly and angles his head into the kiss, nuzzling up into Tony and sighing when he settles forward to rest against his body.

"Uh-huhh," he says softly. His voice is soft and a little raw. It takes him a little bit longer after an orgasm to get his emotions under control than it does his body. His arms slide up to circle Tony gently, embracing. "I needed that. How 'bout you? You okay?"

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The sound that comes from low in Tony's throat might be a laugh as he settles into the hold. "Can't complain," he says as he reaches up to tease at the hair at the nape of Steve's neck. Half because he wants to touch and half because he's pretty sure now that Steve likes having his hair played with. Win-win.

"So I think we can agree," he says, voice all warm amusement, "that this was an excellent idea and we should try it again some time." Possibly as often as possible. At the moment, the idea of not touching Steve just seems strange.

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Steve feels like his blood has been replaced with something smoother and more sluggish, like syrup or warm butter. He doesn't usually feel quite so physically drained after sex; pleasantly so. He feels just a bit floaty, and it only helps that Tony has chosen to indulge him in a little post-orgasmic cuddling.

"Good," he says, rolling his head helpfully to give him access to play with his hair. "I'd be sad if you complained."

It's a testament to how satisfied he is that he's not reacting to Tony's clear amusement. There are times that would rub him the wrong way. This is not one of them; he's reading it as affection rather than mockery. "I can definitely agree with that," he replies, and strokes up and down Tony's spine lazily. "Frequently. You're awfully good."

He kisses him on the cheek and sighs happily.

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"We've all got our talents." And the fact that he can get Steve looking like this means that Tony has all the impetus in the world to pull out every trick he knows or has even slightly heard of. The smile on his face is warm and fond as he looks down at him, fingers still carding through his hair.

"Just tell me if you get uncomfortable and we can move." He likes the couch as much as any man who's slept on it more than he probably should, but Tony will be the first to admit it's not the most comfortable place in the world.

The fact that he's obliquely invited Steve up to his room hasn't even occurred to him. Why wouldn't he want Steve in his bed right now?

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Steve blinks up at him, contentedly dazed and very relaxed, but even in this state he registers the expression he's getting. Tony isn't what Steve would call a cold person, by any means--he's far too charming for that descriptor--but he's reserved and defensive in his own way, and Steve can't recall him ever looking quite so tender.

"...and where would we move to?" He smiles slowly, intrigued. "You inviting me up to your place, Tony?"

Steve knows he is nearly always good for a round two, of course. He doesn't want to presume, necessarily, that Tony's suggesting it, but even if he's not interested in more sex, more cuddling seems to be a given. Steve is 100% in.

"Whatever will the neighbors think?" He sits up a little to kiss him again.

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"I suppose I am," he murmurs against Steve's mouth, leaning back in against him languidly. Tony's feeling entirely too good to bother putting his usual defenses up. And he's already let Steve into his actual space, getting him into the bedroom feels almost secondary.

"Or I'm inviting myself to yours," he adds with a hint of a tease. Honestly, he doesn't actually care where they go. He's just too old to be sleeping on couches and he wouldn't really mind having Steve with him. If nothing else, he's comfortable.

He does find himself pulling back a little to huff out a laugh though. "Do we care what the neighbors think? They're all gossipy old women anyway." Considering the number of spies in his house, Tony has no illusions that this is going to be anything like subtle. He can't really bring himself to care.