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In Steve's head, this wasn't the first time he'd ask Tony to pose for him, in fact it had to have been the twentieth time, but he had yet to actually ask him. In person. For real.

One particular evening, Steve was down in the workshop, sitting in the middle on the couch with his sketchbook in his lap doodling away the things around. First Dummy, then the vector print of Iron Man's head mounted on the wall, and finally a rough sketch of Tony standing with his back to him working on something complicated.

He looked up, looked back down, cleared his throat and went for it.

"You should let me draw you." he brought up nonchalantly.

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His hand returned to Tony's hip, travelling slowly inwards across his stomach, searching for all the sensitive spots where he knew he'd get a reaction, and watched his face for it. They'd been together long enough that he was pretty sure he knew them all, but he still got surprised from time to time.

Down and across from his hipbones, on his lower belly, and the strip of skin above his ass and on his lower back -- these were the spots that even a brush of fingers would make the muscles twitch underneath. Once, twice over them, and Tony's mouth, while his eyes remained closed, peeled up into a smile.

"Admiring your work up-close?"

His thumb grazed softly under his navel, then slid up, closer to bottom edge of Tony's arc.

"Uh huh," he answered, distracted of course, lost in the feel of his warm skin under his fingertips. "I think you'll like it." he added in a whisper close to his ear.

Tony nudged nudge Steve's cheek with his over his shoulder until their lips touched, his stubble scratchings Steve's chin. "The admiration or the work?" he asked, unmindful of his not-really-morning breath. They had both long gotten past sharing their personal discomforts.

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Steve's lips curled into a grin against Tony's, and he paused only long enough to give him a soft, lingering kiss. "Both." Steve hummed, his hand now moving lower down..

Lazily, Tony swung his arm back till it was around the back of Steve's head, holding him to the crook of his neck, cheek-to-cheek, and making himself halfway rolled back onto him.

"This's been your plan all along, huh?" he teased.

It had been Tony's, at least.

"Was it that obvious?" Steve questioned, his low voice barely enough to be heard had Tony been any further away. "But, I don't think I was alone in thinking it." he grinned, fingers curling around his length.

Tony let out a sigh. "Well, you know what they say," he said, and reached one leg back to lie it across Steve's, body pressed full against him now. "Great minds think alike."

"Mhm," Steve murmured, his hand now slowly thrusting around Tony, urging it more erect, while he pushed lightly into his backside. After a few long moments of letting the moment build, Steve shifted so he was over the other man and pressed their lips together in a hard, passionate kiss.

Tony didn't need much urging; he soon hardened between Steve's attentions and his own squirming back into him. He breathed out and in for the start of a sentence, but Steve, apparently, knew exactly what Tony's threshold was and kissed the words right out of him. Both Tony's fists reached up and curled into the short blond strands, him returning the kiss with just as much enthusiasm; yet still, his hips rolled up into Steve's rather slowly -- a bit sleepily. It had been a few days since he'd gotten any amount of solid rest.

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He was careful not to put his full weight down on Tony's body beneath him, and considered a slower pace as opposed to the more rough and intense sessions they normally had. Steve had been more than aware of the reasons why his partner hadn't been sleeping and to say it wasn't worrisome was a rather large understatement.

Steve deepened the kiss, almost intentionally stealing the other man's breath away. The way he moved against him, nudging closer to Tony's sweet spot before pushing himself in a little bit lower.

The kiss mixed with little hums and moans and wiggles of Tony's hips, whole body squirming underneath, because Tony Stark was practically made of kinetic energy. He lost more air to moaning out than he was able to take in through the short bursts with his nose, bombarded by Steve's mouth and, more vulgarly, but damned if Tony's brain could focus on much else, Steve's dick.

When Steve's hips touch the bottom of Tony's raised thighs, Tony breaks his face away from Steve's and turns it to the side, presses it against the pillow to catch his breath and the words fall out: "Not all of us have super lungs, Steve. Some of us --- some of us... hnngh." He squeezes his eyes shut and tips his head back.

A coy little smile set itself into the corners of the Captain's lips. He probably should have felt bad given Tony was so weak from the lack of sleep, but at the same time, he also knew what how far he could take things before it really became unfair.

And he wasn't even close to that point yet.

He moved his hand down, curling fingers around Tony in a firm hold. "Don't baby out on me now." he chided, kissing a trail down the side of his neck to the edge of the reactor.

The hand around him earned a hitched breath, but what really got Tony reacting was this: "Baby--?" he gasped and he lifted his head, indignant, and all that exhaustion be damned, his pride! "M'not a baby," he protested, lifting his legs to wrap around Steve's hips and push down on his own, consciously clenching the muscles.

Yep, exactly the reaction he was hoping for.

Rolling his eyes up, he vaguely shook his head. "Wasn't calling you one." he hummed, stroking Tony's arousal slowly while daring to push his own . "Pay more attention."

With a strong hand, he hitched Tony's leg a little higher on his hip, giving him more room to enter him. Being on the couch was a little awkward, but he could make do.

"It was implied; you implied it..." Tony trailed off in breathy little whispers, eyes fluttering shut and head rolling back, and really, Cap could call him whatever he wanted as long as he kept that up. Suddenly, though, Tony paused, after hooking his leg where Steve wanted it. He snapped his head up, indignation returning, scandal joining it.

"You did that on purpose!"

"Are you really doing this now?" Steve paused, raising a brow. He waited a split second for Tony to continue his complaint before slipping down the length of his body to where he knew he could distract him.

Steve was clearly in no mood to be wasting precious time arguing about implications and explanations. That could come after.

"Nah-uh, nope!" Tony's hand unabashedly splayed across Steve's face as he lurched himself up into sitting, if not able to nudge Steve's head away then at least covering half his mouth and being a general nuisance. Staring down at Steve's face near his heavy cock, which bent down across his stomach, Tony bit his lip and seemed to reconsider his choice to stop Steve's mouth, before he released his lip again. "You know what, no. We're really not doing this right now."

Steve groaned, letting his head fall limp so his chin practically touched his chest. "I did not mean it that way, Tony. You were saying something about breathing and lungs and.. look, it's no different than the way I normally kiss you and I was teasing." The words came out muffled at first until he looked up, nothing but dead honesty in his eyes.

"That's all it was."

"You were goading me on," Tony countered, one eyebrow raised in subtle defiance of those puppy eyes (Tony had taken time to build defenses against them), and a small, amused smirk growing. "And stop worrying, we're still gonna do it. We're just not gonna do this."

"Okay, yes, I was goading." Steve agreed.

The puppy eyes didn't disappear, not yet, but a brow did arch when he saw the smirk on Tony's face. "So what are we going to do?" he leaned a bit to the side, hand pressing to the other's thigh.

Tony finally lifted his hand from Steve's face and pushed a finger into Steve's cheek. "Well, you're gonna get off me, and then you're gonna sit down on the sofa and let me crawl on top you. Get that? Let me. No hands."

"Not even after you're on me?" he said, grabbing Tony's finger briefly to kiss the tip of it, before shifting into a sitting position. He smirked, putting both his hands behind his head, waiting.

Tony had to immediately quell the urge to melt into Steve's side with a goofy grin worthy of a lovestruck teenager, and it showed in him briefly pausing as he curled that same finger into his hand. He breathed in. Looked to Steve. "Especially not after."

He stood up, mouth pursed in thought, eyes tracing along Steve's naked body.

There was something to be said for at least knowing how to be adorable, which he often did without thought. But, there were a few times he knew when it would be the most effective. Now was obviously one of those times.

He gave Tony a stupid grin, but it wasn't long before his brow furrowed in worry. He'd never had that kind of challenge posed to him, though he was pretty sure it would be a lot harder than it seemed.

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