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Note taken. [ Steve nods sharply and tries very hard not to think about how pretty Tony's lips did look around his dick. His erection does not need the encouragement. ]

So it's like a crash? [ The concept is familiar enough once Tony spells it out for him. His equilibrium was always out of whack before the serum.

Steve drops his head to rest against Tony's chest; if a human blanket is what Tony needs, he can do that. ]

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Yeah, exactly. The common term for it is subdrop. [And oh boy, he's probably opening a can of worms if Steve googles that, but that's kind of how Tony's life is.] It's not something that I want every single time I have sex, I just kinda stumbled into it this time.

[Tony doesn't even try to hide the dreamy smile on his face, and now he's the one petting Steve's hair lightly. It's probably a little too affectionate for what they'd agreed on, but what the hell. His system is evening out, and now he's settling into a more even-kiltered cuddly mood - probably also not what Steve expected from him, but in a different way.]

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[ It may not be what Steve expected from Tony, but it isn't unwelcome at all. What they're doing now, just laying here together, somehow comes closer than the actual sex to that nebulous emotional connection Steve was after. Not that no one has ever wanted to cuddle afterwards, but it never felt this... good. That's as best as he can describe how he's feeling: warm and relaxed and just all around good.

He hums contentedly and leans his head into Tony's touch. ] We'll plan it better next time. If you want that, I mean.

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Mmh. Or we can do something soft and slow, or-

[Well. Tony probably shouldn't be talking about that right now, since he can feel Steve's half-hard dick, and Tony's spirit might be willing, but he's also emotionally drained from his drop, as small as it was.]

And if you want to practice your photography some more, I won't say no to that, either.

[Oh god, please let Steve send him more dick pics.]

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[ Steve is both grateful and disappointed when Tony cuts himself off. Mostly grateful. He doesn't feel like getting up to go jerk off in the bathroom just because his dick can't take the hint that they're done. ]

Fine, but you have to reciprocate. [ Sure, there are pictures of Tony on the internet— or at least, that's what Steve has heard. Out of respect for Tony, he has never gone looking for them. But if Tony takes a picture meant for him, that's entirely different. ]

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Oh, that goes without saying.

[In fact, Tony might just treat Steve to a play-by-play over the phone. Not that he's going to mention that.]

Are we going to make appointments for this kind of thing? Should I start booking you in around meetings and training sessions? Because, actually, I could use you as an excuse to get out of some board meetings. 'Oh, sorry, I've got a private consultation scheduled.'

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Private consultation sounds like a doctor's appointment, [ Steve says with a frown. He lifts his head slightly to raise an inquisitive brow at Tony. ] Anyway, I would've guessed you'd prefer some spontaneity.

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Well, if you want me to turn my head and cough...

[Tony chuckles quietly at his own stupid joke.]

I don't mind either way, I just didn't know what you would want. There's a lot of stuff to work out here.

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You're so corny. [ Steve groans— or at least, that's his intent. The words come out sounding more endeared than annoyed, and that errs too close for comfort to Steve's true feelings. ]

Well, for starters, I don't need a schedule. And this will probably go better if you just tell me what works for you instead of guessing what I want.

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[Oh no, Steve's tone of voice. This is serious trouble. Tony's already starting to regret his offer of sex with just a little bit of emotion, because, shockingly, he already has way too many emotions. Definitely too many to blame on subdrop making him seek some kind of connection with the person who put him there.]

I offered to talk it out beforehand, you know. I distinctly remember that. I can get my phone and show you the texts.

[Tony's just giving him shit, really. He doesn't care; he might not be as easy to please as Steve, but he's still incredibly easy.]

Anyway, if I tell you what works for me, you'll just end up horny again, and I'm too comfortable right now. Why is it all on me when you're clearly the one with specific sex requirements?

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That offer flew out the door when you proceeded to greet me in the nude. Was I supposed to ask you to put on a robe so we could chat?

[ Steve will grant Tony the first part: he would get horny again, however unintentionally. That's a fair call. As for the rest... ]

I had one requirement. One. And I'll be okay if we're not looking into each others eyes, I promise.

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Hey, that offer was even before the dick pics. I assume you were only moderately horny then, we could've had a talk.

[A beat, and then:]

You're probably gonna get horny if you talk about what you like, too. [That one's not hard to figure out.] Might have to table this for next time.

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We don't have to table it. Just— [ Steve cuts off as he focuses on the delicate act of pulling out without disturbing Tony too much. He holds up an index finger in lieu of asking Tony to give him a second, and then he rolls off the bed, heading for the bathroom. He returns with a damp cloth and settles next to Tony on the bed, wiping gently across Tony's chest with the cloth as he picks up where he left off. ] Okay, now we can have that talk and you don't have to worry how it'll affect me. I've lived with a super soldier libido for years, I can handle a stray erection.

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But can I handle your stray erection?

[Insert overly dramatic eyebrow waggle here.]

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See, this? Perfect example of how that talk keeps getting derailed.

[ Notice how that's not a no. ]

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Enjoyably derailed, though.

[Tony can't help being easily distracted, especially when the subject of said distraction is Steve sex.]

Okay, forget your singular requirement, what do you want? None of that 'I just wanna have moderately emotional sex' crap. There has to be at least one specific thing that gets your engine going.

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I liked— [ Steve, now blushing uncontrollably, drags a hand down his face as he tries to get it out. It feels too intimate to say out loud, which is stupid when they've already gotten far more intimate than mere words. ] I liked taking care of you. Not that I did much, but... it felt good.

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The aftercare part, or the fucking me into the bed part?

[Tony, of course, has no such difficulty.]

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Uh, both. [ He thought he'd reached maximum embarrassment, but no, that blush keeps deepening. ]

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Oh my god, we can't both get off on the same thing.

[Technically they can, but still. Tony just covers his face with a hand.]

Steve. Just be selfish for exactly once in your entire life.

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I'm trying! What do you want me to say? That I want you to put on the suit and fuck me against a wall?

[ If that was oddly specific, well. It may just bear some resemblance to Steve's fantasies. But that's what Tony was pushing him toward, so he tries not to wish for the earth to open up and swallow him whole. ]

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Jesus Christ, yes. That is exactly what I want you to say. I want you to think about what you want and not about pleasing other people - although if what you want happens to involve restraints and sucking me off and then riding me, I'm not going to complain.

[You know, as long as we're being oddly specific.]

Definitely yes on the armor thing, by the way.

[Just to make sure he knows.]

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Okay. Good. [ Steve can actually feel his lungs expanding as he relaxes and starts breathing easier. Or at all, really. He may have been holding his breath for Tony's answer. ] Yes on what you said, too.

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Anything else I can add to the list? Because I will 100% make a list. "Ways to sexually please Steve Rogers". It'll be a checklist, natch. So I gotta have more than two things on it.

Also, do you want my dick encased in the suit? And do you want to be facing me or against the wall? [These are important details for uh...planning. Yes. Planning.]

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Um. Dick out, facing you. [ The hesitation is just for show, really, when Steve has definitely thought about this scenario enough to remember exactly how he pictured it. He grasps around in his mind for something to add to Tony's checklist, but it's hard to think clearly, if at all. ] I want to kneel under your fancy desk and suck your dick. Maybe after, you bend me over it. Or I bend you over. I'm not picky about that part.