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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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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."

Okay, now Tony did chuckle a little bit before moving where Steve pulled him, more than happy to give him what he needed at the moment.

Steve sighed softly. "God, I love you."

Tony made a pleased noise, taking his time when Steve went and said things like that. He'd been trying to help get him off, but now he was going to enjoy this once again.

Steve sank into the sensations again--it wasn't going to take long for him to get as close as he'd been.

It helped that Tony was happily allowing him to direct it as he clutched at Steve's hips tightly. He was going to end up needing a nice cup of tea once this was all over and done with, though.

Steve would feel a mix of guilty and smug about that! Mostly smug, though. He gave Tony a warning tug as his breath caught and grew shorter.

Smug would make Tony feel better about it, honestly.

Tony pressed down a little further than he was being pulled for that, eyes closed and tears forming from the strain, but he was committed here.

"Holy God," Steve moaned, watching Tony raptly just before he came.

Tony took a few moments to recover from that, pulling off with a little cough as he did his best to wipe his goatee clean from it. So maybe he'd gone a little overboard there. Just a little.

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