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Sometimes it was the simple things.

Bucky was away for the weekend on a trip that was something between a weekend away and a mission with Nat. That left Steve and Tony to entertain themselves.

They'd settled in on the couch, a lazy afternoon of movie watching that turned into a casual kind of make-out session that wasn't really intending to go anywhere, except Steve was really good at kissing and Tony gave as good as he got. So hands wandered until the movie was completely forgotten and Tony was flat on his back on the couch, panting and arching up as Steve loomed over him, teasing him with languorous rolls of his hips.

"Bed?" Steve suggested and it sounded so casual, like he too had just gotten caught up in the moment of making out on the couch and now wanted some room to play.

They made it to the bedroom eventually, with a couple of delays against walls and doors as they stripped each other, happily groping and grinding and kissing. Tony was half breathless when Steve pushed him into the bed, laughing and playful before collapsing on top of him, pinning Tony to the bed with his bulk.

"You wanna make this really fun?" Steve whispered and Tony felt a bright spark of heat uncoil in his gut. Really fun meant that Steve had an idea. Steve had the best kind of ideas.

"Yeah," Tony grinned, mind playing out the possibilities "Make it really fun."

Tony had expected something to happen right away, but Steve just went back to sucking hickies into Tony's neck and letting Tony rub against Steve's thigh. Tony was just starting to wonder if maybe Steve had gotten distracted and nothing particular was going to happen when Steve's cell rang.

Steve disengaged, crawling over to the side table leaving Tony disheveled mess on the bed. "Sorry babe, gotta get this."

Tony flopped a hand in Steve's direction, acknowledging the moment while he caught his breath. It sounded like Bucky on the other end of the line, but there was no urgency or concern in Steve's voice. Bucky must just be checking in. That was nice.

"Oh yeah?" Steve's voice dropped a little. Tony looked over to see Steve playing with himself, gently stroking his cock. "What are you wearing?"

A different kind of check-in, then. Tony rolled towards Steve. That could be fun too. But instead of welcoming Tony into the game, Steve let go of his own cock to hold a finger in his face as he turned his head away.

And there was the 'really fun'. Tony bit back the punched out moan he wanted to let loose and let himself fell the rejection the 'I'm too busy to deal with you' the 'this phone call is more important', palming his own cock while he listened Bucky's voice bleeding from the phone. It was too quiet to make out the words, but he could hear the tone well enough, he knew what Bucky sounded like when he was talking dirty.

"And what would you do to me then?" Steve asked as he tossed an absent glance towards Tony and frowned when he saw what Tony was doing. Steve hissed, short and sharp before snapping his fingers and pointing at the foot board.

"Hands" Steve said, then, to the phone and his voice warmed, "No, it's been dealt with. Where were we?"

Tony pulled his hands away from his cock with burning reluctance. He wanted to keep going, it was hotter to not. His ongoing dilemma. He did this to himself.

The metal of the foot board was cool under his fingers as Tony got himself settled, knees spread wide. Between his legs he could see his own cock hanging hot, heavy and neglected. Beyond that he could see Steve, one hand on the phone, the other starting to pick up the pace along with his breath.

And Tony would just wait here, the sweat cooling on his skin, his the bright uncomplicated arousal of before morphing into something deeper and more complicated.

"Yes, Bucky, please, Bucky." Steve panted.

Tony closed his eyes, let his forehead rest on his rest on his forearms as he heard Steve come.

—

A hand wrapped around his ankle and Tony was hauled up the bed and manhandled into the place of the little spoon. Steve's hand brushed Tony's cock thoughtfully tugging him back up into arousal but then he paused and took his hand away, wrapping Tony up into an embrace again.

"Nah, I'm not in the mood anymore."

Tony felt the shiver roll through is body, catching in his breath. The exhale he let out was more of a moan.

"Maybe in the morning," Steve said, voice sated and relaxed.

Tony tried to let himself be lulled by deep breaths and a steady heart but the want was there, throbbing in his cock and pounding through his body. There was just nothing he could do about it here, wrapped up in Steve's arms.

It was perfect.

He snuggled in a little closer, felt Steve pull him tighter. An orgasm was good and all, but this kind of pleasure was the kind that lasted.