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Stark Mini-Tower of Healthy Emotional Choices, Wednesday Afternoon

So, Tony and Steve hadn't actually talked since everything. Mostly because Steve was busy resting and recovering and Tony was working. Things needed to be disposed of, structural damage repaired, possible financial changes arranged.

Normal, reasonable things!

He wasn't catastrophizing, you were catastrophizing. And just giving Steve time and space to process things. Yes. That was it exactly.

While in one of the rooms Steve didn't go into very often. It was fine.

[for the husband]

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"Good," Steve said. "Now, be creative."

"Keep your hands in my hair," he asked before ducking down to take Steve into his mouth slow enough to make it just cruel.

Steve moaned. "Just like that," he said softly, putting his hands back into Tony's hair and yanking.

Tony went easily where Steve wanted, only resisting once he got a little too close to choking in the moment. But he was working up to more there. Because of course he was.

Steve's free hand went down to cup Tony's cheek. "Don't hurt yourself."

Tony hummed, looking up at him through his lashes. And maybe he slowed down a little at that.

Steve groaned. "God, look at you," he whispered. "You're so good."

Tony's eyes fluttered closed at that abd he hummed around Steve. Look, sometimes he also enjoyed the praise.

Steve realized pretty fast that Tony might need that reinforcement today. He kept one hand firmly in Tony's hair, keeping him in place, but his other hand stayed gentle against Tony's face. "Perfect," he added, starting to sound a little breathless despite himself.

Tony really was that good.

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It really helped that Steve knew him that well.

Tony shivered at the additional praise, putting more focus into making this as good for Steve as he possibly could.

Steve moaned, arching into Tony's mouth despite his best efforts as he got lost in the sensations. His fingers tightened in Tony's hair in warning.

Tony relaxed into it, not doing much to stop him there. He moved one hand off of Steve to help take care of himself there too.

Steve's hand went from Tony's cheek to his wrist. "I'm gonna take care of you," he gasped, squeezing his eyes closed.

Tony made a strained noise, but put his hands back onto Steve's hips. And immediately started to move to move with a slow, deliberate glide.

"Ohhhh, you tease," Steve moaned, melting into the sofa a bit. "Gonna forget my own name--"

Tony hummed in agreement like that was the plan all along. Then carefully swallowed around him, taking as much as he could for a moment.

"Jesus," Steve gasped. "Tony--"

Tony made a pleased little noise in response before pulling off with a gasp. "Close?" he asked hoarsely.

So much closer now that Tony had spoken in that voice. "Uh huh."

Tony smiled a maybe a touch blearily, pleased to hear that. "You'll be able to come again after then," he said before ducking his head back down to help get him there with more shallow, but intent bobs of his head.

"Part of the charm of me," Steve laughed breathlessly.

Tony didn't laugh around him, but it was a damn near thing. And that was all on Steve.

"Sorry," Steve said, grinning down.

Tony made an amused sound before pulling Steve's hand back to his hair. Way to be bossy without being able to talk, Anthony.

Steve enjoyed it, though!

He gently yanked Tony's hair again. "Back to work."

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