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“Hey sweetheart, hey come here, I got you some water.” Strong arms and gentle hands gathered Tony up off the pillows, cradling him carefully before directing a water bottle to his lax lips, and Steve dotted sweet kisses all over his forehead before saying, “Drink a little bit so you don’t wake up all cotton mouthed.”
“Dunno about cotton mouthed.” Tony stirred enough to smack his lips a little before settling right back in against his boyfriends heartbeat and sighing in contentment. “Feel like you gave me enough to drink there at the end, I should be hydrated for days.”
“Tony!” Predictably, adorably, Steve turned fifty shades of embarrassed as hell. “Don’t say things like that!”
“I can and I will.” Tony was practically floating, fuzzy around the edges and humming through the words, slightly sore between his legs but just about drowning in the adoration and affection from Steve as they cuddled in close. “You taste good, Cap. Been eating pineapple?”
“Oh my god.” Steve just sighed and rearranged Tony out of the wet spot on the bed before pulling the little brunette in over his heart and covering him with the sheets. “I know I should be used to you by now, but you shouldn’t say things like that after we make love. It sort of ruins the moment.”
“Nothing about having your dick in my mouth--” Steve squawked in alarm, and Tony muffled a laugh into the soldier’s chest. “-- ruins any moment. Get used to it Spangles. I like sex with you and boy howdy am I gonna talk about it.”
“Maybe stop trying to guess what I’ve been eating judged on the way I taste?” Steve asked hopefully, and Tony was quick to shake his head, “No, I shan’t.”
“Well, I love you anyway.” Another flurry of kisses over Tony’s forehead, into his hair, and Steve relaxed back into the pillows. “That was really good, sweetheart. Thank you.”
“Next time you should just drown me.” Tony was halfway to asleep after an absolutely mind-bending orgasm, and the words came out mumbled. “I know you’re worried about choking me, but next time just jam that thing down my throat and unload. I can take it and even if I can’t, dying by way of Patriotic Trouser Snake Firehose would be a hell of a way to go. Hoorah and Semper Fi and all that.”
“TONY!” Steve had seen a lot of things in his hundred years, but he was still flabbergasted daily by the casually lewd way Tony talked about their bedroom activities. “First of all, I would never try and choke you in bed, that’s insane. And second of all, ‘unloading’ would mean--”
Steve flushed darker red. “I mean, you know why I don’t finish in you all the way.”
“ Yeah, I know why you don’t finish in me all the way.” Tony burrowed closer to Steve’s side, still snarky as shit but exhausted from being thoroughly taken care of by his always attentive but also always restrained lover. “Super soldier serum, super soldier cumshots. I know. You’re legitimately worried about drowning me during a blow job but I think you’re underestimating just how much I’d love to gag on you.”
Tony poked and prodded at Steve’s stomach until he found a comfortable place to snooze on. “Might even be on my kink list-- asphyxiation via American Icon.”
“Tony, I am literally begging you to stop talking.”
“Steve.” Tony propped his chin up on one overtly perky pectoral and waggled his eyebrows. “Come on. Don’t get me wrong, you are the actual definition of a service top and I’ve never been rogered so well in my entire life and then made to feel cherished and beautiful afterwards but tell me the truth-- don’t you ever want to try something different?”
“Different.” Steve said blankly, fingers tightening possessively at Tony’s hip. “Honey, I will never want anyone other than you. You’re my entire world, I can’t even imagine looking at someone else, much less wanting them unclothed in any capacity.”
“Okay.” It was Tony’s turn to blush, soft pink clear to the top of his ears and making his eyes sparkle. “Okay, I love every single word you just said, and for the record? You’re my entire world too and yeah, I’m never going to want anyone else ever, but I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, you’re so good at all this even missionary position feels porn-star worthy, but do you ever want to try something new?”
“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?” Steve’s bashful smile was endlessly charming. “I can’t think of a single thing I’d ask you to do different. I’d be happy doing this sorta thing every day for the rest of my life, I’m perfectly content.”
“Again.” Tony tried hard not to smile quite so goofy. “I love every single word of that. And I don’t mean you have to ‘ask’ me for anything or whatever. I just uh…”
He cleared his throat, drew a slightly genitalia themed design on Steve’s skin with his finger. “...Okay. How about this, what do you think about when you jerk off alone? Or when you watch dirty movies? What gets your motor running or makes you get all wide eyed? Tell me that.”
“I don’t do any of that.” Steve looked honest to god confused and even a little horrified. “Why would I watch dirty movies or touch myself when you aren’t there? That’s--that’s-- No! I wouldn’t do that! I mean, sheesh Tony, doesn’t that feel like cheating to you?!”
“Cheating.” Tony repeated flatly. “For my super hunky boyfriend with the stamina of a herd of stallions to engage in a little movie related voyeurism while touching himself with his own hand in the privacy of his own room.”
“Well I mean--” Steve gestured vaguely, helplessly. “What part of ‘you’re everything I want and need’ aren’t you getting? I don’t need anything other than what we do right here. End of story.”
“I was just curious, Spangles.” Tony soothed him with a sweet kiss. “I was just curious. Don’t worry about it. But I hope you know if anything like that does come up at some point, you can talk to me about it, yeah? No judgment here, babe. I just want you to be happy.”
“I am happy.” Steve’s kiss was a little less sweet and a little more possessive. “So happy. I don’t need anything else. Especially not dirty movies and wild fantasies.”
“Okay.” Tony bit his tongue hard so he wouldn’t laugh out loud at Steve being so offended by wild fantasies. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
*********
It was a few days later when Steve made his way down to the lab to find Tony, ducking through the doors and motioning for JARVIS to enact a Privacy Protocol so no one would walk into the room while he was trying to talk to his boyfriend.
“Privacy Protocol?” Tony was halfway under one of his cars, but he scooted out when he heard the noise of the lock down filters on the windows. “What’s up, babe? Gonna finally cherish me over the hood of one of my cars?”
“No, Tony.” Steve huffed a laugh. “No, but can you come out here and talk to me for a minute?”
“Sure thing.” Tony scrambled up from the floor, tossing away a wrench and his goggles, wiping grease off his hands onto his holey jeans and immediately jogging over to pucker up for a slightly oil-smelling kiss. “How are you?”
“I’m fine.” Even while greasy Tony was singlehandedly the most beautiful person Steve had ever seen in his life, and he cupped at Tony’s cheek tenderly as they kissed. “How are you?”
“Dirty.” Tony scrubbed at his nose and left a smear of black behind. “Oh! Did you come down here to drag me into the shower? Cos I’ve got this one spot real low on my back I’m having the hardest time washing and it is definitely the right size for you to fit in and…”
“Tony.”
“I’m kidding.” Tony chuckled and stood on his toes to kiss Steve one more time. “What’s going on? I thought you were volunteering at the park this morning.”
“I am, but I wanted to talk to you first.” Steve cleared his throat and shuffled his feet, folded then unfolded his arms, put his hands in his pocket then took them back out to stand in parade rest. “Uh, Tony I wanted to ask you if you uh-- if you had anything. Like what you asked me the other day. In-- in bed.”
It took Tony a moment to piece together the awkwardly disjointed sentence, but when he did, “Oh! You mean, do I have a sexy times related fantasy?”
“Uh.. yes.”
“When I was in college I always dreamed about taking a boyfriend to Howard’s office and getting railed to within an inch of my life over that big stupid desk.” Tony grinned mischievously. “Felt like a particularly potent fuck you to the old man, knowing he was signing papers where my dick had been.”
“Damn it, Tony.” Steve looked both scandalized and more than a little frustrated, and with a flash of realization that the blond was really really trying to be open about something difficult, Tony grabbed at Steve’s hands and made an immediate effort to be serious.
“Alright, hey I was just kidding. Sorry.” He squeezed lightly at Steve’s fingers. “An actual fantasy of mine?”
“Please.” Steve looked a little faint. “Yes.”
“It’s way more tame than you’d think.” Tony tipped his head towards the roadster where it sat gleaming on a raised platform near the back of the garage. “I’ve spent the better part of the last twenty years restoring the Ford Flathead. Custom paint job, I built every piece of the engine, I learned how to upholster so if there’s ever a tear I can fix it myself. That thing is the closest I’ll ever get to having a child, and by child I mean a piece of machinery I am weirdly obsessed with and would probably go into extended mourning over if I ever had to sell it.”
He blew out a short breath. “Having someone I love in the backseat of that car sans clothing just about tops my list of wet dreams.”
“The roadster?” Steve’s blue eyes flickered curiously. “Really? That’s not what I expected you to say.”
“Despite the rampant rumours, I’m not half as freaky as people think. Doing it in the back of my favorite car would be incredible.” Tony squeezed at Steve’s fingers again. “Now it’s your turn. What’s your fantasy?”
Steve did another one of those awkward shuffles, stared down at their linked fingers and muttered, “I want kids, Tony.”
Tony blinked, because he certainly wasn’t expecting that but in the non shocked part of his brain, he knew this was a big moment for Steve and made an effort to be patient and understanding with only a sprinkling of his Stark Patented Sarcasm. “Alright so what, you want to adopt? I don’t know if that qualifies as a fantasy per se, but I’m on board. Let’s do it.”
“No, I--” It would never not be Tony’s favorite thing to see Captain America blush. “I mean my fantasy is to-- to get someone pregnant.”
Oh.
Oh.
Tony’s eyes went very wide, but thankfully Steve was still looking at their hands as he haltingly explained, “That’s what we were always supposed to do, you know? Back before the war? You grow up, meet someone and fall in love, get married and pop out a couple kids. But I was small and I was sick and hell, even back then I knew I didn't like dames. But it’s still stuck in my head that that’s what I’m supposed to do.”
He shrugged a little timidly. “I don’t even know if kids are an option now that I’ve got the super serum but I guess I’d like to think that if it were an option, these days someone would-- someone would want me.”
Steve was cringing, grimacing away from what he probably expected to be Tony laughing in his face over such a ridiculous fantasy but Tony was about the furthest from laughing he’d ever been.
Steve Rogers, Captain America, the man he loved more than anything was literally admitting that his biggest most intense fantasy was to be strong and healthy and dependable enough for someone to want his babies and that was equal parts heartbreaking and heartfelt and Tony could hardly stand it.
...but he could only be non snarky for so long so….
“You uh--” Tony wet his lips, paused for dramatic effect. “You want to get me pregnant, Captain?”
“Christ.” Steve dropped his hands in an instant, backed up several steps and cursed under his breath. “No, Tony don’t do that. Don’t do that, this was so stupid and now you’re making fun of me. I shouldn’t have even said anything. Christ.”
“At ease, soldier.” Tony followed Steve’s embarrassed retreat at a more leisurely pace, waited until the Captain had backed himself up into a desk and then cornered Steve right in. “I’m not making fun of you.”
“It sure seems like you are.”
“Not in the least.” Tony spread his hands at Steve’s flat stomach, dragged his palms up the muscled abdomen and over Steve’s chest then grabbed at Steve’s shirt collar with both hands and yanked his boyfriend right down until they were eye to eye, nose to nose. “Oh, I’m not making fun of you in the least.”
“T-Tony…” Steve’s hands settled cautious at his waist and Tony smiled, knowing and dirty, ran his tongue over the shell of Steve’s ear and whispered--
“You wanna get me pregnant, soldier?”
Steve’s knees buckled a little and Tony moaned softly, fit himself tighter into Steve’s body and hissed, “You wanna breed me? Like you came home from the war and I was just waiting on you? Hold me down and fill me up till I’m spilling over full?”
“Fuck-- fuck.” Steve really did almost collapse when Tony palmed over his cock, squeezing purposefully over the thick length. “Tony.”
“Is that what you want?” Tony left a sharp bite at Steve’s ear lobe, sucked a wet kiss over the soldier’s pulse and shivered when Steve’s grip tightened too fast at his hips. “Cos I can do that for you.”
“I--I--I--” Steve had never been so confused or turned on in his life. “I don’t know how that’s gonna happen but-- but-- but I’m on board.”
“Good.” Tony stroked over him once, twice more and then pulled away with a devilish smirk at his gorgeous mouth. “Stay tuned, sweetheart.”
************
Keeping the SHIELD-leased Brooklyn apartment had been Tony’s idea.
Originally the apartment had been Steve’s escape from the modern world, outfitted with WWII era furniture and an old style radio, thrift store curtains and outrageously expensive but authentic soaps and toiletries from the 1940’s. For a long time after the ice, the apartment had been something of a sanctuary from all the unknowns of the 21st century and went a long way towards keeping the fresh-from-the-freezer Captain sane.
After moving into the Tower alongside the rest of the team, then falling in love with Tony and moving into the penthouse suite, Steve had been okay with letting the apartment go but Tony had insisted he keep it, if only for nostalgia’s sake.
Now the apartment was sparsely furnished and Steve only stopped by if he needed a shower or a nap between back to back missions or if Tony was out of town and not home at the Tower. Every few months Tony swung by to make sure the ancient pipes were holding up and that the radio hadn’t shorted out and caused an electric issue, but beyond that, there was nothing important about the Brooklyn apartment so when Steve got an odd text one day on his way home from a three day mission, he was understandably mystified.
From Tony: Meet me at the Brooklyn apartment.
In the few weeks since admitting his...fantasy… to Tony, nothing had changed between them, or at least nothing that would indicate why Tony wanted to meet at the Brooklyn place, but after three days away from each other Steve was so anxious to get his arms around Tony, he didn’t care where it happened.
From Steve: I’m on my way.
...Steve whistled as he jogged up the steps to the old apartment, ready to see Tony smile, ready to kiss that perfect mouth, ready to hold Tony close and maybe pull him towards the bed in the back room...
“Oh.” Steve opened the door to the apartment and stopped right in his tracks, dumbfounded by the change in the usual plain apartment and shocked speechless by what was waiting for him. “...Tony?”
“Well hello there, soldier.” The apartment had been completely transformed from a shabby bachelor pad to a full on home, furnished with an extra couch and chairs, end tables and lamps, a rug on the floor to make it all cozy. The lights were on in the kitchen and the whole place smelled like pot roast and mashed potatoes, there were candles on the dining room table and a bottle of wine open in front of empty place settings, the radio was playing Bing Crosby and there at the door to the kitchen holding a glass of whiskey was Tony.
Tony, clad in a low heeled pumps and nylons, a simple belted dress with a gathered skirt and buttons down his chest, dark hair fluffed up in curls and a smear of red lipstick highlighting his lips, apron tied tight around his little waist and Steve’s dog tags glinting silver around his neck.
“T-Tony?” Steve gulped, then gulped again, shock making his voice a little high pitched. “What--what?”
“Welcome home.” The way Tony’s hips moved in the heels was incredible and Steve couldn’t look away, could barely get his eyes focused and mouth in motion to accept a sweet kiss from his boyfriend, then the whiskey glass pressed into his palm. “Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes, why don’t you go clean up and then join me?”
“I--I--I--” Steve couldn’t have put a sentence together if his life depended on it, and Tony only winked, spun around on his heel and sashayed his way back towards the kitchen to check the roast. “Oh hell.”
The shower was a quick affair, Steve struggling to soap up and scrub down when his cock was half hard, cheeks flushed and mind racing with all the questions about what Tony had done to the apartment and why Tony had dressed up and oh god were the stockings real? Did they go all the way to Tony’s waist or was there a garter belt oh god oh god oh god was Tony wearing lingerie?
“You look nice.” Tony was setting the roast on the table when Steve came back, and he peered up at the soldier from beneath his lashes, still bent just slightly provocative over the table, the dress falling in soft swaths over his hips and brushing at his legs, the neckline gapping only enough to allow Steve a peek of skin and brief hint of satin beneath. “I love you in a good button up.”
“Yep.” Steve thought he’d strangle trying to draw a full breath as Tony pulled out the chair at the head of the table and motioned for him to sit. “Tony, you-- you look beautiful. Incredible. Wow.”
“This old thing?” Tony winked, and started serving up heaping portions of meat and potatoes. “Figured it might be nice if I dressed up for my fella every once in a while. Two things a man needs coming home from a war-- a good meal and a good amount of loving, isn’t that right? Let’s start with a home cooked meal and see where the evening…”
Tony fought against a smile when he placed the plate down in front of Steve, and the Captain grabbed at his wrist to hold him still. “...where the evening takes us. Something on your mind, Mr. Rogers?”
“C’mere, sweetheart.” Steve pushed his chair back from the table a little bit and spread his knees, pulled gently at Tony until the brunette had no choice but to perch on his lap and lean against him for balance. “C’mere, c’mere, you look so beautiful tonight, I can’t even believe it. What’s going on?”
“I just wanted to do something special for you.” Tony crossed his feet at the ankle, smoothed the skirt down past his knee and folded his hands in his lap. “I thought you might like me a little made up.”
“You’re gorgeous.” Steve’s kiss was adoring, worshipful, one arm secure at Tony’s waist and the other hand sat warm at Tony’s knee as he teased his tongue between Tony’s lips and groaned over the taste of a wine soaked kiss. “Tony, you are gorgeous.”
“Captain Rogers, I could say quite the same thing about you.” Tony laughed softly when Steve moved to mouth down his throat, tipping his head back to allow the big blond access. “I appreciate the hell out of you in that uniform, but you really do clean up sort of ridiculously--”
--He sucked in a breath when Steve’s palm started to slide North, moving slow and purposefully up his leg, crinkling the dress material on his way to Tony’s thigh. “Um, sort of ridiculously nice. Where you headed there, Captain? Going on little journey?”
“You laid my clothes out on the bed for me?” Steve ignored the sass and sucked Tony’s earlobe into his mouth, teeth sharp and tongue wet instead. “Picked out what colors you wanted to see me in?”
“There’s nothing wrong with knowing what I prefer my fella to wear.” Tony sniffed, but it turned into a moan as Steve nipped at his neck, down over his pulse, when he felt the throb of Steve hardening beneath his rear. “You like when you call you my fella, Steve?”
“I like everything about this.” Steve dug into the crease at Tony’s hip before moving his hand and starting over again at Tony’s knee, this time lifting the skirt and slipping his fingers up the slick stockings, breath coming faster as Tony wriggled encouragingly on his lap, audibly hitching when he reached the lace at the top of the nylons and flicked at the button fasten of the garter that held them up. “Tony. You’re wearing a garter belt?”
“Mmmm.” Tony’s legs fell open when Steve spread his fingers to try and grasp at his bare thigh, he sighed when the big hand at his waist slipped down to knead at his ass and he turned as best he could to tilt his head up for an open mouthed kiss when Steve groaned his name, sucking at Steve’s tongue and grinding down blatantly wanton.
“Babydoll.” Steve found a silky chemise high under Tony’s dress and more lace beneath his fingertips, warm and damp, stretching taut over the length of Tony’s cock, and his voice bottomed out somewhere near a growl-- “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”
“Shit.” Tony gasped in surprise, back instinctively arching and legs spreading when Steve pressed forward a little more. “Steve.”
“Are you wet right here?” Steve repeated in that same rumble, curling his fingers in to trace Tony’s cock, pressing his thumb into the leaking tip. “Oh sweetheart that’s so good, you’re so ready for me.”
“God yes.” Tony canted his hips up and rubbed unashamedly into Steve’s palm. “Been half ready all damn day thinking about how much you’d like this. Yes but--but what about dinner? I made you dinner so it could be the whole-- oh oh oh!” he writhed under purposeful strokes. “--the whole experience that you wanted--!”
“Don’t you worry.” Steve stood all in one motion, swooping Tony into his arms effortlessly and cradling him close as he walked stomped towards the bedroom. “Dinner can wait, but I won’t last a second longer with you dressed up in this.”
“There’s my minute man.” Tony was giggling, a little tongue tied and blushing, reaching for Steve eagerly as soon as they landed on the bed, moaning when Steve went right to work on the dress, trying to help in discarding the pretty but vintage modest underclothes, opening in welcome when Steve settled heavy between his thighs and readied him with one-two-three fingers. Steve was always careful, always adoring, the earlier slip into dirty talk falling by the way side as he worshipped every exposed inch of skin and lavished Tony with quiet praise just like he always did.
Dinner was forgotten in favor of moving together, the same gorgeous dance as always, Tony’s eyes rolling back when Steve coaxed him to finish once with just his fingers, his mouth falling open with that first deep push as everything of Steve stretched his core right open.
“That’s good.” Tony hooked his leg around Steve’s waist and pushed into the next thrust, dug his nails into Steve’s back and yanked him in tighter, trying to spur the big blond on a little harder. “Baby, that’s so good--!”
“You feel incredible.” Steve praised, murmuring into Tony’s skin and coming back again and again for lipsticked kisses and the scent of light perfume in Tony’s curls. “Tony, you’re perfect, I love you so much, I love you--”
It was as good as it always was, if not a little predictable in all the best ways. Steve never finished until Tony had come twice, he was so careful to not leave bruises and to not thrust too deep and leave Tony sore and when he came, Steve held Tony close for the first few pulses, then groaned out loud, easing out of Tony’s body to finish on the soft give of his boyfriend’s stomach.
“God babe, there’s so much this time.” Tony scooped his fingers through the spend pooling at his navel and chuckled when Steve flushed in embarrassment. “I’m not complaining, I’m just surprised. This is a lot, even for you.”
“Yeah well, you’ve got me all hot and bothered cooking me dinner and wearing a dress like that.” Steve felt around for the corner of the blanket and wiped at Tony’s hand. “Don’t make a mess of it, babydoll. You’ll get all sticky.”
“I don’t mind being covered in you.” Tony suggested slyly, and wriggled his hand free so he could dip back into the puddle and bring it to his lips, moaning loudly, lewdly as he sucked his fingers clean. “In fact, you could just finish all the way inside me and I wouldn’t mind being full of you too.”
“You have no idea what you saying those sort of things does to me.” Steve’s entire body shuddered, cock flexing back to half hardness at his thigh as he leaned over to kiss Tony again. “But I’d never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Sticky and over full, that-- that sounds uncomfortable.”
“We’re going to have another conversation about exactly what kinks are and how comfort is sometimes tossed out the window for the sheer sexiness of a moment.” Tony said dryly, and Steve just huffed, kissed him one more time and rolled off the bed to find a wash cloth. “Hurry back and come cuddle me, okay?”
“Anything you want, baby.” On anyone else, a smile so big and lovey-dovey would have looked absolutely stupid, but on Steve it only looked heartstoppingly handsome. “I’ll be right back.”
Tony smiled to himself listening to Steve hum in the bathroom, smiled to himself when he heard the big blond wet a rag and then squeeze it out to test the water, and smiled to himself while closing his eyes and trying to come up with a Plan B to get Steve’s always starched bloomers a little relaxed.
His boyfriend definitely had a breeding kink and by jove was Tony convinced to do whatever it took to get Steve to the point of being just a little selfish in bed, just a little, just enough to unleash some of that strength and stamina and good Lord would Tony love to hear that growl again.
“I love when you smile after we’re done.” Steve checked in with Tony with a brief touch to his shoulder as a quick warning before gently, efficiently cleaning him off of Tony’s stomach. “Makes me feel like I did a real good job taking care of you.”
“You always do.” Tony rolled onto his side when Steve climbed back onto the mattress, inching close and pursing his lips for a kiss. “I was trying to take care of you though.”
“You take care of me just by being happy to see me in the morning.” Steve ruffled up the curls, wiped his thumb over a smudge of lipstick at the corner of Tony’s mouth. “And this was all perfect, thank you for such a perfect, domestic night. I told you what I’d wanted back in the war and you gave me everything-- the home cooked meal, the feeling of being married, being in our bed together. Everything, right down to me not knowing I’d love seeing you so much in a dress and lipstick.”
Steve’s next smile was shy. “Thank you for not making fun of my uh-- my fantasy.”
“I will make fun of you for everything from how high you wear your pants to the way you thought socks and sandals were acceptable beach attire, but I’d never make fun of you for this sort of thing.” Tony promised, then lifted Steve’s hand to kiss his knuckles and settled it down low on his own stomach. “So tell me, if we were having a kid, what would you want to name him?”
“If we were having a kid?” Steve’s blue eyes melted molten for a few blinks and oh yeah, Tony smirked to himself because there was that still unsatisfied breeding kink his Captain wasn’t quite ready to admit to. “I-- I don’t have any names picked out.”
“Of course you do.” Tony arched into the slight dig of fingers over his abdomen. “Tell me one, just one.”
“Fine.” Steve cleared his throat, then cleared it again. “I like the name Archie. I think it’s cute and old fashioned and I imagine a little red headed boy terrorizing the matrons in church.”
“A little red headed boy named Archie?” Tony’s eyebrows shot towards his forehead. “As in Archibald? Absolutely not. Name vetoed, pick another one.”
Steve shouted with laughter and wrestled Tony in close, covered him in kisses and then grabbed at the blankets to keep Tony warm.
“Thank you for this.” He whispered again as Tony was drifting off to sleep. “For being so beautiful and bringing a part of my old life here and letting me be open and honest with you. I couldn’t want anything else than this right here.”
...or so he thought….
...but then the next morning...
From Tony: Captain Rogers, last night was so fun I thought we’d try it again.
From Tony: Meet me at the Brooklyn apartment.
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Chapter Notes:
What do I love about this?
Service Top Good Ol Boy Romantic Steve because everything about him is perfect, right down to his fantasy basically being the standard domestic life every one else seemed to have, and him being so pleased with Tony’s efforts.
Snarky Sweet Tony who would make fun of Steve for anything but would never make fun of Steve for being open and honest with him, and how he sees the Breeding Kink for what it is but is also willing to downplay it into just a Domestic Roleplay if that’s what Steve really wants because Kink Negotiation and Open Communication and Compromise is so super important.
I also love that like, The Same Old Sex for them is still so so good and intimate and leaves them both smiling because honestly, that’s all that matters. Intimacy (sexy or not) with the person(s) we love.
I didn’t want to overshadow the absolute tooth rotting sweetness of their relationship so I had to break the fic up a little bit. PART TWO IS GONNA BE NEKKID.