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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.

[futurist]

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. ]

[futurist]

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.

[futurist]

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. ]

[futurist]

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. ]

[futurist]

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.

[futurist]

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.

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[Tony leans forward and rests his forehead against the expanse of Steve's chest, groaning.]

Oh, you're gonna kill me, but what a way to go. I'll bend you over the desk if you bend me over the shield, okay?

[No fantasies here. None at all.]

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Yeah? [ There is a curious note to Steve's voice that masks the emotion underneath. He knows why he feels the way he does about the suit, but it's hard to imagine the reverse being the same for Tony. ] You want me wearing the suit, or...?

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[Believe it or not, Tony has enough awareness to realize that Steve might have some issues with fucking in the suit, and so he tilts his head thoughtfully.]

Mm. You don't have to- I wonder if it's treason to desecrate Captain America's shield by coming all over it?

[And then Tony grins devilishly.]

I'll lick it all off if you want me to. As long as you wash it beforehand, because wow, I'm not getting ancient Nazi germs on my tongue.

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[ That image of Tony and the shield, of Tony licking the shield, hits Steve with such force that his vision whites out. ] Jesus, Tony, you can't just say things like that.

[futurist]

Steve, nobody in my entire life has ever succeeded in telling me what I can and can't say, and not even you stand a chance. But you're welcome to try.

[Oh, god, please try.]

I wouldn't be opposed to sucking you off in the suit, by the way. But since I'd suck you off in any situation you can think of, like I said, it's not vital.

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Remember this conversation when I have you all tied up and completely at my mercy. [ This Steve says in a low, throaty voice after leaning in close to Tony's ear. ]

That can be arranged. If you want it, it's vital. [ He narrowly managed to cut himself off before adding "to me." ]

[futurist]

I'm sorry, who can't say things like what now?

[And in a voice like that. Steve is definitely getting back at him now.]

Actually, no, you can say things like that. Please keep saying things like that.

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I'm just repeating your own idea back to you. [ Steve's expression is the equivalent of a halo over his head for how innocent he tries to look. His words, on the other hand, are the definition of sinful. ] You said you wanted to be restrained, right? Powerless to do anything but feel the way I'm touching you, the way I suck you, the way I'm gonna ride you nice and slow until you're begging for release.

[futurist]

Mmmh.

[Tony lets his forehead rest against Steve's chest again; between them, his cock starts to stir again.]

You want me to beg for you? Because if you get me hard enough, I'll do just about anything.

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Good to know. [ There's a smirk in Steve's voice as he feathers his fingers through Tony's hair. He is already half hard himself, but for the moment he is more than happy to lie back and enjoy the way Tony feels against his chest. ] Feel free to keep telling me how to press all your buttons.

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[oh my god Steve he's telling you what he wants you to do to him right now

maybe it's because hitting subspace earlier reminded him of how fucking good it feels, or maybe it's because Tony's a giant slut, or maybe both

(it's probably both)]

I got more buttons than an elevator in the Empire State Building. You can't handle all my buttons.

[Does this make sense? No. Does Tony care? Also no. He closes his eyes and leans into the caress.]

You can't tell me you haven't dreamt about putting me in my place since the day we met.

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Only because you've been asking to be put in your place since the day we met. [ Steve argues, but there is a distant quality to his voice, as if his thoughts are elsewhere. And they are: he is trying to figure out how to bring Tony's words to life now that he has picked up on the many hints.

Gently, Steve eases Tony's head from his chest. His hand remains in Tony's hair as he kicks a leg over Tony's torso to straddle him. Then he leans his face in close while giving Tony's hair a light tug. ] How do you want to be restrained?

[ Steve could probably hold Tony down with his strength alone, but it's Tony's fantasy, and maybe he has another vision for it. ]