[ Tony's ever the tease, but he also always shuts Steve up every single time that he gets close to whining about it. This is no exception, and so when Tony rocks back into him, it pulls a long moan from deep within his core.
The way their bodies twist and wind and tangle together leaves zero doubt in Steve's mind that they were, in part, made for each other. Otherwise, he couldn't think of another, more perfect accident. ]
Like that, like that, fuck me--
[ He can't see it, but the way he looks up at Tony and sees him sometimes with his eyes lowered, it makes his cheeks burn. It's not like he doesn't like to look, too, whenever they're connected together: watching as Tony takes him, as Tony's body is so greedy for him. It's so intimate and private and filthy. ]
You like that, Tony? Like watching the way your cock opens me up -- and -- and fills me in?
[ Before he loses himself completely in the sensation, he has the wherewithal to clench down a little, make it all the tighter for Tony and be good to him, but soon he's a mess, blabbering "don't stop, don't stop" over and over again. ]
[A murmur to no one. An errant thought that passes by. Not the least of which because it's true. Steve's his, so thoroughly and completely, and there isn't a moment that passes by that he's not in awe of that fact. Especially not when they're tangled together like this.
When Steve lets Tony fuck him. Sometimes that's what it feels like. That Steve's inherently too good for him and this is all some extended spate of luck. After all their time together, he knows it's not so, not like that, but he can't help the thought.
There's a moan first, that he can't help, before an actual answer can even form. As Steve's body just wraps around him, keeps him, and almost feels like inviting him further in- as impossible as that is. Alcohol haze making the thought feel real. His pace picks up just a little, not demanding, but still deep and hard.]
Wouldn't dream of it, gorgeous.
[A warm, easy response to those repeated pleas.]
And I do. Love the way you look when I fuck you open. When I'm this deep inside you and you can't help but beg me not to stop.
[Which clearly is something he's enjoying quite a lot. He curves in just a little, drawing the tip of his finger against the head of Steve's cock and then traces down the length.]
This too? You wanna let me have all of you?
[Said like it might be the best idea he's ever heard.]
[ If there was ever any filter at all in their bedroom, there isn't one now that Steve's too inebriated and drunk off their lovemaking to put one up, moans so loud that even in this state they make him blush to know they're coming out of his mouth.
The whole world gets distilled, concentrated down to where they connect: from Steve's thighs up to where he splits, the thrusts slowly driving him delirious with pleasure, and when Tony touches him it's any wonder he doesn't finish right there. His cock twitches with interest, and one hand is balled up into the sheets. The other one flat against his stomach, trying to keep his balance and composure but there's none of it left. ]
You do that, I won't last.
[ Not that it ever really mattered to Tony, who would gladly volunteer to have Steve over and over again, to pleasure him more times than he could count in a row, to lead him to exhaustion. But selfishly, he wants to hold onto this feeling forever, of being taken in this way, each brush against his skin feeling like wildfire. ]
You want that? Want me to come for you? God, Tony, you feel so good--
[ He won't last very long, in either case, but he's sure Tony knows that. ]
[This would be a moment where he should weigh his options very carefully. If it were just him touching Steve, he'd unequivocally say yes. Push Steve over the edge and bargain, maybe even beg for more. The usual. As many as Steve will let him get away with. Because that's all he ever wants to do. Wants to turn him into the perfect picture of mush that he is right now beneath him. Over and over. Make him feel so good he can't remember his own name.
But. It's not quite that simple, seeing as how he's buried deep, to the hilt on each thrust inward. If Steve comes he might very well lose it in every sense of the word. And that should offer some pause for consideration.
It's just that he's a little too drunk to care about that right now. Feels too good to want to stop. Really it's a wonder at all that he hasn't just succumbed completely to the way Steve feels around him and started pounding him into the mattress. Clearly he should be praised for this drunken amount of restraint.]
Always want you to come for me. As much as you'll let me make you.
[It starts tumbling out of him as his hand wraps completely around Steve's cock, timing the way he thrusts his hand around him with his hips still working.]
You're so beautiful like this. I just wanna watch you lose it. Wanna feel you come on my cock. Don't hold back just let me take you there. Fuck- I might come too-
[The only warning he feels like giving, while still riding Steve in that relentlessly slow and deep rhythm. Waiting it out, ready to fall over that edge with him.]
[ If he'd ever felt helplessly swept away by a sensation, then every time he falls into bed with Tony might qualify. There is just never another rush that feels quite as exquisite as when they're together, and that, to Steve, feels like being turned to mush. ]
Yes, right-- just right there, Tony, fuck I'm so close, please--
[ If Tony just looked at him, he'd melt completely under his gaze, so when he takes Steve into his hand, it's little wonder that it doesn't take very long for him to fall headfirst over the edge, making a mess all over Tony's fist and all over his front. But it hardly matters to him, as everything else just bleeds away at the edges, his own moans sounding muffled and dreamlike as it takes complete control of his body for a good few seconds.
There's always been a lot of trust here, between them, even when they'd felt like they had no choice. Now, it's freely given, and Steve knows that he couldn't be safer in another's arms, nor happier. He reaches for Tony, then, braces against him, rocks his hips back and forth so he can help Tony finish too, so he can pull Tony along with him. ]
Come on, Tony, come for me, I want you to.
[ He's spent but greedy for it, looking up at Tony, eyes locked with his, writhing underneath him, whispering sweet encouraging things to him. ]
[Steve's always a sight when he's beneath him. Or on top of him. Or any way, really. All Tony's addled brain can suddenly come up with, when Steve's writhing underneath him. Entire body gripping him so tight. And falling so completely over that edge. He's so beautiful like this. Gone- and so completely his.
He'd watch this for hours, if he could. Give this to Steve as much as Steve would let him. It's unfortunate he's buried so deep inside him because his body's got other plans. Has almost no choice. Not with how good Steve feels around him, and not with how incredible he looks when he's coming. When he sounds like this underneath him.
He doesn't really need to ask for it. Tony lets Steve's leg down, just so he can be closer, mingling in that fresh mess as he presses himself against Steve, hands digging into the bed at the sides of his head, meeting him while he moves. Finally close enough, his lips drop and press against Steve in uneven moves, breath and groans spilling out of his mouth while he loses a bit of control.]
Fuck- fuck- Steve-
[Clipped and about the only verbal warning he can manage, a few thrusts harder as if he could really get himself that much deeper inside Steve and then that's it for him. Working through his orgasm by pumping his hips a few more times, a little harder, and then settling inside Steve while he comes, forehead falling, pressed against Steve's as everything else clears out around them.
It's just Steve and him and the world could cease to exist in that moment that'd probably be alright. The shivers and aftershocks feel almost just as good and he doesn't realize he's smiling for a handful of seconds, drunken haze and lust still keeping him slightly chugging behind normal speed.
Despite all that there's only one thing he seems to want to say in a warm, easy murmur.]
I love you. [Between one press of lips and then it seems there's more.] I love you. You don't even know- just how much- [He might be drunk and riding a very intense afterglow but that doesn't make it any less true.]
[ He could feel over-sensitive, he could take that pleasure a little too far, but finishing has never stopped Steve before, not when Tony wants more, not when he's not done yet. So Steve lets his leg drop, and holds Tony close in his embrace, slides fingers into his hair, softly encourages him with-- ]
Keep going, come on, that's it, Tony, fuck, yes, Tony--
[ His body works its way through several aftershocks as he grinds his hips upward towards Tony, wanting so badly to chase his orgasm down, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to feel exactly how he'd felt just a few seconds ago. And when at last he does come, Steve has his hands around the back of Tony's neck, looking fondly up at him, just enjoying the sight of how he looks when he comes.
It makes him smile, a bright, satisfied smile, knowing that that's just for him, and the lingering vestiges of drunkenness keeping that expression plastered on his face for just a hair over too long. ]
I love you.
[ His voice is slightly gravelly, a little hoarse from their lovemaking, but soon it'll fade. He just wants to hold on as long as he can. ]
And I do know.
[ He slips his hands up to cup the back of Tony's head and pulls him down, cradling him against his shoulder, turning to kiss his cheek, enfolding him in his arms, wanting to blanket him with the full of himself, as if that might impart what he's feeling. ]
Tony. [ He reminds, just gently. ] We're getting married. We're going up in front of the whole world and telling them how much we love each other.
[ Absentmindedly, he plays with Tony's hair, tugging it to turn him a bit to kiss at his smile, not to get rid of it but just because he loves this man in his arms. He wants so badly to spend the rest of his god-given days to make him happy, to give him everything he could've ever wanted in another person with change to spare. He has all the riches in the world to give to Steve, but all of it pales to how rich he feels in moments like this, with just each other. That's what he wants. ]
Soon as I figure out what I'm gonna put in my vows. 'Cause I've got novels I could write about you.
[It doesn't take a lot of coaxing to get him to rest the full of his weight atop Steve. To sink his arms underneath him, caught between the mattress and the heft of his broad shoulders while he nuzzles into the side of his neck.
And it's not that the wedding is news- every day just a little bit closer. Ridiculous how quickly time seems to be going. Soon they really will do the whole thing and-
He really can't help the smile, then. Maybe the exact same one Steve is wearing.]
Save the good stuff for just me. Maybe we can have a two-parter. The day and the night.
[Because murmuring some second hidden set of vows while they're no doubt getting lost to each other on their wedding night seems like the sort of thing they would do.]
But I'll take whatever you've got- as long as it doesn't end in bye.
[He's teasing and still a little bit drunk, and still a little lost while thrumming through his afterglow. And maybe there's a romantic poignant factor to this. But really he's just making a call back to Steve's earlier poetry.]
[ He's not sure he catches Tony's meaning at first, but then when he does, his whole face melts into such a fond, happy expression. How romantic, to have vows for just the two of them. He'll have to remember this when he's sober, he'll have to write a whole other set of them for just Tony's ears.
And maybe, when they're sated after a few rounds, they'll finally cool off enough energy to laze around and read each other their vows, the ones they'd written just for each other.
Sunshine could beam from Steve and it'd look no different than how he does now. ]
Hah--
I couldn't figure out how to end those. I'll figure it out for the wedding.
[ He traces some of Tony's features with the tip of his finger, just trying to map him out, just trying to put some thoughts together. ]
Hazy spring evening Swollen with laughter Abundant with gaiety Yet the company I seek: A private moment With you.
[ Not his best, but he didn't finish it with bye. ]
[Because it's cute. Steve is cute. Endlessly. And Tony's very appreciative that he gets to have all that to himself. But yes, ending his vows with bye is probably not the best idea.
He's not expecting another right now, and when Steve starts he perches a little more on his shoulder, resting his head there turned towards him. Watching. Smile soft and sweet and just on the light side of still inebriated. A look that radiates fondness. Lovestruck. More of that rumination that he can't believe his luck that this man in this bed is his.]
You know- this might come as a shock I'm sure- I was never really into the whole poetry scene. But. I could definitely listen to you all night.
[Tony can't fathom the depths of Steve's artistic mind. His doesn't work that way. They see the world differently, parse through it with different lenses at times. Maybe that's part of the charm of it, the awe. But the rest is just Steve.]
[ He was very drunk at that time, and it's wearing off now so he's not nearly drunk enough to end his poetry in bye. And even though he'd gotten pretty slammed earlier, he's just having a pleasant time now.
Which means, lucky for him, no hangover tomorrow. Isn't he a total jerk that way?
Steve peers up at Tony and brushes his hair back, wanting to look in his eyes, bright and brown and full of possibilities and endless wonder. He thinks he used to get the same feeling for his first few halo jumps.
But Tony gives that to him every time. ]
Sliver of moon Thin curved line On a dark night The moon Must be jealous Of your smile.
[There's a little cut off response as Steve preoccupies his mouth, the sound melting into a quiet exhale of a moan. Soft and otherwise sweet, smiling against his lips where he legitimately otherwise cannot help himself.]
Part of me wants to ask for a handwritten book of all your poetry- but I know if I ask you'll actually do it-
[But he is asking anyway by putting the idea out there. It's still something he'd treasure anyway, like he does with Steve's drawings. Either the paper ones that he keeps in his drawer, or the newer ones that are all meant to go into that digital frame on his desk. He'll keep everything Steve makes for him because he treasures it all.
Each of it unique. Not something anyone else can ever give him. Steve's been amazing in that way.]
If we're not careful- by the way- I'm liable- I'm... tired. I might fall asleep.
[Getting drunk and having amazing sex will do that to a normal person. So he feels like a fair warning is in order.]
[ Well, that's all right by Steve, because he's feeling very satisfied and very happy and drunk, so he's right there with Tony. But. ]
Okay. One second.
[ He gives Tony a quick little kiss and then crawls out of bed, stumbling around for a bit while he stalks off to the bathroom to rinse off and then bring a warm and wet towel back to wipe Tony off, since it's probably a bad idea to shower right now. ]
I love you, Tony Stark.
[ He smiles into Tony's neck, as he gently wipes him clean. They will probably want a shower first thing in the morning, or, second thing after the hangover subsides, but it can wait. ]
Tony Stark-Rogers.
[ He amends. It's not yet, but he's trying it out, for practice, not that he'd ever forget. He's waiting for it to be on bated breath, after all. ]
[The kiss does nothing to mitigate the absolutely bratty and unhappy noise that leaks out of him when Steve disappears. The warmth and the weight just gone and it's so completely unfair and definitely not what he asked for. But second to his complaining as it dies down is then an immediate quietness in the room as he drifts.
Worn out, sated, and drunk. A definite power-combo if ever there was one.
He only half comes back into himself when Steve returns.]
Thank you. I love you. Steve Rogers.
[Words that same kind of fleeting and soft where the rest of him is a few seconds away from packing it in. And he can't really seem to help his dopey besotted smile then, looking at Steve like he's every bit a dream.]
Steve Stark-Rogers.
[Arm reaching lazily up to loop across his shoulders and greedily hang on to him.]
Don't go, Steve Stark-Rogers. Stay here. [Like he can use that as a bargaining chip for ridiculous behavior.]
[ If he thinks he can use it as a bargaining chip, well, he'd be right. Steve is not leaving his side; he drops the towel off on the nightstand and returns to Tony, wrapping arms around his waist, permanent smile fixed on his face so hard that his cheeks might start to hurt, through the drunkenness, past the serum. ]
Tony Stark-Rogers, you are a menace. But I'll stay.
[ He'll stay forever, because that's what they're agreeing to in a few short months that can't come soon enough. If not for all the planning and all the expectations, Steve would've marched Tony down to a courthouse by now and just said all his vows: the ones meant for him, and the ones meant for everyone, and married him already.
Because while he wants this wedding, what he really wants is this marriage. There are precious few things that Steve has wanted so badly in his life he couldn't wait for them, and this was one of those things. ]
I'll stay, Tony Stark-Rogers, because you are the most demanding, most frustrating, beautiful, and amazing human being I've ever met.
[ He pulls Tony in, to rest against his chest, thunderous heartbeat right below his skin, warm and firm. He might have sobered up a tiny bit, but the feelings remain, and the happiness and playfulness are holding strong. ]
And I'm gonna write down all my poems for you. And fill up the whole book.
[It starts off slow and soft, the rumbling noise that emanates from his chest. Gentle laughter, as he lets Steve finish up. Lets Steve tug and pull him while he's lying around like the dead weight that he feels like. But the second they're close enough, he sticks to him like glue, nuzzling in against Steve's skin, legs tangled together.]
I'm your menace.
[A few beats behind. Continuing still.]
Your most demanding most frustrating beautiful and amazing human. And I'll read every single page of that book. Because I love you. I don't think I've ever loved anyone like you. And I never will either. And if I fall asleep it's not because I don't love you it's because you've very comfy.
[And he's still more than a touch drunk, weight heavy against Steve after all that rambling. But, just one more time for good measure:]
[ Steve thinks he might enjoy this more sober, but he does love loving, rambling Tony. He's so sweet, and he always says the sweetest things. But he's sure he does much the same, since when he's drunk all he can seem to think about is Tony and how much he loves Tony and that he's floored, still, after all this time, that they get to be together. Tony wants him. Tony loves him.
And then Steve is laughing too, laughing at how cute Tony is, laughing that their lives for the moment are so, so good. ]
You can sleep, Tony. I'll be here in the morning. And any morning after that, 'slong as you want me to be. 'Cause I love you.
[ Which okay, is not a promise he should be making because they're them and that means that they'll have plenty of days where they won't get to spend it together. There will be so many calls from different timezones, between battles and company things, missions and corporations and conferences, that'll get between them.
But it's a nice thought. And Steve, moreso when drunk, has his ideals and his optimism in boundless amounts. ]
My favorite human in the whole universe.
[ He says this, followed by a yawn. Okay. He might also be succumbing to sleep. ]
All of them. Want you here for all of them. Just like this.
[Naked and warm and all his. He settles a little more atop him, weight heavy as he slips a little further down that slope towards sleep. Reaching up he captures Steve's hand, fingers locking together with Steve's. They probably won't stay like this all night, but it's definitely how he's about to fall asleep.
He nuzzles into Steve's shoulder, finding the exact right spot there where he gets comfortable.
Tonight was nice, despite the late start. Despite them being that couple, surely to no one's surprise. Having a nice party night with their friends, getting a little too drunk, and then sneaking out together and falling into bed.
Can't life always be this good? This easy?]
My favorite too- and mine.
[Slightly incoherent in his descent into dozing, but he just can't help himself. Always needing to make sure there's a response.]
[ Tony's quickly fading into sleep, but Steve doesn't find that he minds at all, because they'll have tomorrow, and the day after, and all the ones after that. And, okay, maybe he's trying to stave off sleep because he knows that they'll both have hangovers tomorrow, and might not even want to be in each other's company for that.
But, right now, he laces their hands, and places them between their hearts. Resting on them both, listening to the solid heartbeats as if conducted by their hands passing back and forth between their bodies in a current. ]
All yours. Forever.
[ He reaches to adjust his ring, just to remind himself that it's there. It's beautiful, of course, extremely tasteful, and custom. A little piece of Tony, crafted specifically for him, reminding him always that it was lovingly made for him. ]
Go to sleep. I'll wake you when I get up in the morning.
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The way their bodies twist and wind and tangle together leaves zero doubt in Steve's mind that they were, in part, made for each other. Otherwise, he couldn't think of another, more perfect accident. ]
Like that, like that, fuck me--
[ He can't see it, but the way he looks up at Tony and sees him sometimes with his eyes lowered, it makes his cheeks burn. It's not like he doesn't like to look, too, whenever they're connected together: watching as Tony takes him, as Tony's body is so greedy for him. It's so intimate and private and filthy. ]
You like that, Tony? Like watching the way your cock opens me up -- and -- and fills me in?
[ Before he loses himself completely in the sensation, he has the wherewithal to clench down a little, make it all the tighter for Tony and be good to him, but soon he's a mess, blabbering "don't stop, don't stop" over and over again. ]
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[A murmur to no one. An errant thought that passes by. Not the least of which because it's true. Steve's his, so thoroughly and completely, and there isn't a moment that passes by that he's not in awe of that fact. Especially not when they're tangled together like this.
When Steve lets Tony fuck him. Sometimes that's what it feels like. That Steve's inherently too good for him and this is all some extended spate of luck. After all their time together, he knows it's not so, not like that, but he can't help the thought.
There's a moan first, that he can't help, before an actual answer can even form. As Steve's body just wraps around him, keeps him, and almost feels like inviting him further in- as impossible as that is. Alcohol haze making the thought feel real. His pace picks up just a little, not demanding, but still deep and hard.]
Wouldn't dream of it, gorgeous.
[A warm, easy response to those repeated pleas.]
And I do. Love the way you look when I fuck you open. When I'm this deep inside you and you can't help but beg me not to stop.
[Which clearly is something he's enjoying quite a lot. He curves in just a little, drawing the tip of his finger against the head of Steve's cock and then traces down the length.]
This too? You wanna let me have all of you?
[Said like it might be the best idea he's ever heard.]
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The whole world gets distilled, concentrated down to where they connect: from Steve's thighs up to where he splits, the thrusts slowly driving him delirious with pleasure, and when Tony touches him it's any wonder he doesn't finish right there. His cock twitches with interest, and one hand is balled up into the sheets. The other one flat against his stomach, trying to keep his balance and composure but there's none of it left. ]
You do that, I won't last.
[ Not that it ever really mattered to Tony, who would gladly volunteer to have Steve over and over again, to pleasure him more times than he could count in a row, to lead him to exhaustion. But selfishly, he wants to hold onto this feeling forever, of being taken in this way, each brush against his skin feeling like wildfire. ]
You want that? Want me to come for you? God, Tony, you feel so good--
[ He won't last very long, in either case, but he's sure Tony knows that. ]
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But. It's not quite that simple, seeing as how he's buried deep, to the hilt on each thrust inward. If Steve comes he might very well lose it in every sense of the word. And that should offer some pause for consideration.
It's just that he's a little too drunk to care about that right now. Feels too good to want to stop. Really it's a wonder at all that he hasn't just succumbed completely to the way Steve feels around him and started pounding him into the mattress. Clearly he should be praised for this drunken amount of restraint.]
Always want you to come for me. As much as you'll let me make you.
[It starts tumbling out of him as his hand wraps completely around Steve's cock, timing the way he thrusts his hand around him with his hips still working.]
You're so beautiful like this. I just wanna watch you lose it. Wanna feel you come on my cock. Don't hold back just let me take you there. Fuck- I might come too-
[The only warning he feels like giving, while still riding Steve in that relentlessly slow and deep rhythm. Waiting it out, ready to fall over that edge with him.]
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Yes, right-- just right there, Tony, fuck I'm so close, please--
[ If Tony just looked at him, he'd melt completely under his gaze, so when he takes Steve into his hand, it's little wonder that it doesn't take very long for him to fall headfirst over the edge, making a mess all over Tony's fist and all over his front. But it hardly matters to him, as everything else just bleeds away at the edges, his own moans sounding muffled and dreamlike as it takes complete control of his body for a good few seconds.
There's always been a lot of trust here, between them, even when they'd felt like they had no choice. Now, it's freely given, and Steve knows that he couldn't be safer in another's arms, nor happier. He reaches for Tony, then, braces against him, rocks his hips back and forth so he can help Tony finish too, so he can pull Tony along with him. ]
Come on, Tony, come for me, I want you to.
[ He's spent but greedy for it, looking up at Tony, eyes locked with his, writhing underneath him, whispering sweet encouraging things to him. ]
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He'd watch this for hours, if he could. Give this to Steve as much as Steve would let him. It's unfortunate he's buried so deep inside him because his body's got other plans. Has almost no choice. Not with how good Steve feels around him, and not with how incredible he looks when he's coming. When he sounds like this underneath him.
He doesn't really need to ask for it. Tony lets Steve's leg down, just so he can be closer, mingling in that fresh mess as he presses himself against Steve, hands digging into the bed at the sides of his head, meeting him while he moves. Finally close enough, his lips drop and press against Steve in uneven moves, breath and groans spilling out of his mouth while he loses a bit of control.]
Fuck- fuck- Steve-
[Clipped and about the only verbal warning he can manage, a few thrusts harder as if he could really get himself that much deeper inside Steve and then that's it for him. Working through his orgasm by pumping his hips a few more times, a little harder, and then settling inside Steve while he comes, forehead falling, pressed against Steve's as everything else clears out around them.
It's just Steve and him and the world could cease to exist in that moment that'd probably be alright. The shivers and aftershocks feel almost just as good and he doesn't realize he's smiling for a handful of seconds, drunken haze and lust still keeping him slightly chugging behind normal speed.
Despite all that there's only one thing he seems to want to say in a warm, easy murmur.]
I love you. [Between one press of lips and then it seems there's more.] I love you. You don't even know- just how much- [He might be drunk and riding a very intense afterglow but that doesn't make it any less true.]
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Keep going, come on, that's it, Tony, fuck, yes, Tony--
[ His body works its way through several aftershocks as he grinds his hips upward towards Tony, wanting so badly to chase his orgasm down, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to feel exactly how he'd felt just a few seconds ago. And when at last he does come, Steve has his hands around the back of Tony's neck, looking fondly up at him, just enjoying the sight of how he looks when he comes.
It makes him smile, a bright, satisfied smile, knowing that that's just for him, and the lingering vestiges of drunkenness keeping that expression plastered on his face for just a hair over too long. ]
I love you.
[ His voice is slightly gravelly, a little hoarse from their lovemaking, but soon it'll fade. He just wants to hold on as long as he can. ]
And I do know.
[ He slips his hands up to cup the back of Tony's head and pulls him down, cradling him against his shoulder, turning to kiss his cheek, enfolding him in his arms, wanting to blanket him with the full of himself, as if that might impart what he's feeling. ]
Tony. [ He reminds, just gently. ] We're getting married. We're going up in front of the whole world and telling them how much we love each other.
[ Absentmindedly, he plays with Tony's hair, tugging it to turn him a bit to kiss at his smile, not to get rid of it but just because he loves this man in his arms. He wants so badly to spend the rest of his god-given days to make him happy, to give him everything he could've ever wanted in another person with change to spare. He has all the riches in the world to give to Steve, but all of it pales to how rich he feels in moments like this, with just each other. That's what he wants. ]
Soon as I figure out what I'm gonna put in my vows. 'Cause I've got novels I could write about you.
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And it's not that the wedding is news- every day just a little bit closer. Ridiculous how quickly time seems to be going. Soon they really will do the whole thing and-
He really can't help the smile, then. Maybe the exact same one Steve is wearing.]
Save the good stuff for just me. Maybe we can have a two-parter. The day and the night.
[Because murmuring some second hidden set of vows while they're no doubt getting lost to each other on their wedding night seems like the sort of thing they would do.]
But I'll take whatever you've got- as long as it doesn't end in bye.
[He's teasing and still a little bit drunk, and still a little lost while thrumming through his afterglow. And maybe there's a romantic poignant factor to this. But really he's just making a call back to Steve's earlier poetry.]
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And maybe, when they're sated after a few rounds, they'll finally cool off enough energy to laze around and read each other their vows, the ones they'd written just for each other.
Sunshine could beam from Steve and it'd look no different than how he does now. ]
Hah--
I couldn't figure out how to end those. I'll figure it out for the wedding.
[ He traces some of Tony's features with the tip of his finger, just trying to map him out, just trying to put some thoughts together. ]
Hazy spring evening
Swollen with laughter
Abundant with gaiety
Yet the company I seek:
A private moment
With you.
[ Not his best, but he didn't finish it with bye. ]
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[Because it's cute. Steve is cute. Endlessly. And Tony's very appreciative that he gets to have all that to himself. But yes, ending his vows with bye is probably not the best idea.
He's not expecting another right now, and when Steve starts he perches a little more on his shoulder, resting his head there turned towards him. Watching. Smile soft and sweet and just on the light side of still inebriated. A look that radiates fondness. Lovestruck. More of that rumination that he can't believe his luck that this man in this bed is his.]
You know- this might come as a shock I'm sure- I was never really into the whole poetry scene. But. I could definitely listen to you all night.
[Tony can't fathom the depths of Steve's artistic mind. His doesn't work that way. They see the world differently, parse through it with different lenses at times. Maybe that's part of the charm of it, the awe. But the rest is just Steve.]
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Which means, lucky for him, no hangover tomorrow. Isn't he a total jerk that way?
Steve peers up at Tony and brushes his hair back, wanting to look in his eyes, bright and brown and full of possibilities and endless wonder. He thinks he used to get the same feeling for his first few halo jumps.
But Tony gives that to him every time. ]
Sliver of moon
Thin curved line
On a dark night
The moon
Must be jealous
Of your smile.
[ And then he leans up for just a little kiss. ]
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Part of me wants to ask for a handwritten book of all your poetry- but I know if I ask you'll actually do it-
[But he is asking anyway by putting the idea out there. It's still something he'd treasure anyway, like he does with Steve's drawings. Either the paper ones that he keeps in his drawer, or the newer ones that are all meant to go into that digital frame on his desk. He'll keep everything Steve makes for him because he treasures it all.
Each of it unique. Not something anyone else can ever give him. Steve's been amazing in that way.]
If we're not careful- by the way- I'm liable- I'm... tired. I might fall asleep.
[Getting drunk and having amazing sex will do that to a normal person. So he feels like a fair warning is in order.]
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Okay. One second.
[ He gives Tony a quick little kiss and then crawls out of bed, stumbling around for a bit while he stalks off to the bathroom to rinse off and then bring a warm and wet towel back to wipe Tony off, since it's probably a bad idea to shower right now. ]
I love you, Tony Stark.
[ He smiles into Tony's neck, as he gently wipes him clean. They will probably want a shower first thing in the morning, or, second thing after the hangover subsides, but it can wait. ]
Tony Stark-Rogers.
[ He amends. It's not yet, but he's trying it out, for practice, not that he'd ever forget. He's waiting for it to be on bated breath, after all. ]
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Worn out, sated, and drunk. A definite power-combo if ever there was one.
He only half comes back into himself when Steve returns.]
Thank you. I love you. Steve Rogers.
[Words that same kind of fleeting and soft where the rest of him is a few seconds away from packing it in. And he can't really seem to help his dopey besotted smile then, looking at Steve like he's every bit a dream.]
Steve Stark-Rogers.
[Arm reaching lazily up to loop across his shoulders and greedily hang on to him.]
Don't go, Steve Stark-Rogers. Stay here. [Like he can use that as a bargaining chip for ridiculous behavior.]
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Tony Stark-Rogers, you are a menace. But I'll stay.
[ He'll stay forever, because that's what they're agreeing to in a few short months that can't come soon enough. If not for all the planning and all the expectations, Steve would've marched Tony down to a courthouse by now and just said all his vows: the ones meant for him, and the ones meant for everyone, and married him already.
Because while he wants this wedding, what he really wants is this marriage. There are precious few things that Steve has wanted so badly in his life he couldn't wait for them, and this was one of those things. ]
I'll stay, Tony Stark-Rogers, because you are the most demanding, most frustrating, beautiful, and amazing human being I've ever met.
[ He pulls Tony in, to rest against his chest, thunderous heartbeat right below his skin, warm and firm. He might have sobered up a tiny bit, but the feelings remain, and the happiness and playfulness are holding strong. ]
And I'm gonna write down all my poems for you. And fill up the whole book.
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I'm your menace.
[A few beats behind. Continuing still.]
Your most demanding most frustrating beautiful and amazing human. And I'll read every single page of that book. Because I love you. I don't think I've ever loved anyone like you. And I never will either. And if I fall asleep it's not because I don't love you it's because you've very comfy.
[And he's still more than a touch drunk, weight heavy against Steve after all that rambling. But, just one more time for good measure:]
I love you.
[Wispy and soft with a long breath out.]
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And then Steve is laughing too, laughing at how cute Tony is, laughing that their lives for the moment are so, so good. ]
You can sleep, Tony. I'll be here in the morning. And any morning after that, 'slong as you want me to be. 'Cause I love you.
[ Which okay, is not a promise he should be making because they're them and that means that they'll have plenty of days where they won't get to spend it together. There will be so many calls from different timezones, between battles and company things, missions and corporations and conferences, that'll get between them.
But it's a nice thought. And Steve, moreso when drunk, has his ideals and his optimism in boundless amounts. ]
My favorite human in the whole universe.
[ He says this, followed by a yawn. Okay. He might also be succumbing to sleep. ]
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[Naked and warm and all his. He settles a little more atop him, weight heavy as he slips a little further down that slope towards sleep. Reaching up he captures Steve's hand, fingers locking together with Steve's. They probably won't stay like this all night, but it's definitely how he's about to fall asleep.
He nuzzles into Steve's shoulder, finding the exact right spot there where he gets comfortable.
Tonight was nice, despite the late start. Despite them being that couple, surely to no one's surprise. Having a nice party night with their friends, getting a little too drunk, and then sneaking out together and falling into bed.
Can't life always be this good? This easy?]
My favorite too- and mine.
[Slightly incoherent in his descent into dozing, but he just can't help himself. Always needing to make sure there's a response.]
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But, right now, he laces their hands, and places them between their hearts. Resting on them both, listening to the solid heartbeats as if conducted by their hands passing back and forth between their bodies in a current. ]
All yours. Forever.
[ He reaches to adjust his ring, just to remind himself that it's there. It's beautiful, of course, extremely tasteful, and custom. A little piece of Tony, crafted specifically for him, reminding him always that it was lovingly made for him. ]
Go to sleep. I'll wake you when I get up in the morning.