Just make sure to wear your intern badge. Happy's been in a mood lately.
[Which might explain most of Happy, but Tony has long since given up the badge battle. Even for interns who aren't really interns who have badges that say "intern" just because it makes Happy feel better. Okay. It also helps identify them if they get lost in the building. Or. Something bad happens. Like a fire or an explosion that requires evacuation. Since it's Stark Tower, safety is never guaranteed. Though thankfully the last time he exploded something was never- in this location, at least.]
Be careful you don't run someone over. Especially not on property sidewalk. [The urge to tell her to be careful is a powerful one but he fights to live another day not being as much of a dad as he pretends he's not. Hey... how did he end up with all these kid "interns", anyway?]
[So. Not after a gentle lovemaking session, not that this is anywhere close, but good to know. Fine, too, considering this is born out of too drunk a text and some burning curiosity. While he wouldn't like to treat Ororo like one of his past usual one-night stands, that doesn't also mean she can't get everything she wants. At least he'll try.]
Don't worry, my knees have seen worse. [Thinking to take mild though teasing offense to the thought that he can't handle a little time on the floor. And, sure, it's true. He's not as young as he used to be and maybe the enhanced group and take it a little better. But that's never stopped him from anything. Especially not getting what he wants, too.
When she starts getting nude the rest of the way, he feels the heat and momentum, and he only stands back as much is necessary while she's busy. But he takes direction well- for once- and she doesn't have to ask a second time for him to help her slip all the way out of her suit and for him to carelessly throw it behind him. And while that leaves them woefully mismatched, and he should start shedding clothes at some point, this is not about that yet.
Instead he leans back in, hands at her hips, pulling her flush to him while he plants his mouth at the side of her neck again. His bites are a little rougher, sucking softly still though where marks might be visible, but the pressure ramps up further and further downward. At the juncture of her neck and shoulder he nips with his teeth, soothes with his tongue, and presses his lips and tongue down, this time with a little less care for what he leaves behind visibly.]
Any other requests- while I'm still listening? [Asking in a honeyed murmur against her collarbone while he's still sinking. Making his way where he wants to be, but stopping to admire the view never hurt anyone. Especially not as he closes his lips over a nipple with a gentle suction, testing the waters there, and then drags the flat of his tongue over. The hand at her hip clutches her just a little harder, pulling her into an upward rock of his hips, the friction there hot and welcome, with a little heated spill of breath falling against her chest.]
[It's a date. A real one. Not one of their usual endless hangout sessions- not that he doesn't appreciate those. Not that he doesn't enjoy those. And maybe has definitely gotten a little attached to them. He doesn't have a grand open-door policy for anyone, really. Some people have codes to the lab and can come and go, but for Bucky, yes, the door has somehow seemed to remain continually open.
It's been a somewhat wild and unexpected ride. Anyone who knows him a little too well might have questioned by now what the hell he's doing. But really, what the hell has he ever been doing? There's probably a lot of commentary that goes well hand in hand with the fact that Tony's never known to make the healthiest choices.
But if pursuing Bucky, after all their time spent together, is wrong, he doesn't particularly care about being right. After all, once he sets his sights on something he wants, he often doesn't falter. And more often than that makes it to the finish line. But this isn't a game of pretend-courting just to entice Bucky to bed. Maybe the early onset casual flirting had made it seem that way, but it had quickly and maybe a little too easily morphed into something else entirely.
Long nights of vulnerability, of being seen. Of talks that maybe weren't always comfortable but were at least always worth it. He's nursing way more than just some banal crush on Bucky. And he wants to at least have a chance at seeing it through. And so...
Yes. It's a date. To perhaps a too-upscale sushi restaurant. Where he's gotten them a table in the back, and maybe has one or two security measures in place to keep this from becoming a headline tomorrow. Because he wants Bucky to himself, and he also doesn't want to scare him away. Every step in his life, especially after the snap- then the other one- has only propelled him to higher and higher heights in the world of social fascination and commentary. Not always adoring. Mistakes on grand public display. A lot of people have no idea who he really is, and he likes it that way. But he's been trying very hard as of late to give Bucky the knowledge of exactly who he is. No matter how uncomfortable it's been at times.
He wouldn't trade it for anything.
So he breaks out one of the expensive sports cars with the Stark vanity plates, he gets into a fitted, gorgeous, and also entirely too expensive three-piece suit. Drives himself to Bucky's current apartment building and thinks about texting him to let him know to come downstairs. But he's trying to do this right. So instead he idles on the curb and gets out of the car- thinks about letting himself into the building where it'd only be so easy to do and then...
Instead buzzes Bucky's apartment from the intercom.]
I think I managed to be right on time. [Said into the box while he's still got his finger on the button.]
[He sweeps a hand back through Steve's hair, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead next and then somehow, miraculously really, peels himself away.]
I'll find us something to drink. And since you're not that drunk, you can think of the game you wanna play. Unless you wanna just relive our vacation memories all night. Which I'm not opposed to.
[A little loving grip at Steve's chin and then he lets go so that he can go acquire some drinks for the two of them. He pours himself some scotch, a glass that he knows he'll probably be nursing for the rest of the evening. He also makes some small talk with Thor, adjoined with a handshake that turns into one of those too-hard pats at his back. Thor pours another glass for Steve- loudly- and Tony just shoots him a look.
Everyone's a bit more drunk than he thought they'd be, so no one's really looking out for each other. And of course seeing Steve get drunk is quite a funny spectacle. Not that Tony can say he disagrees. So he returns with three glasses, setting two down on the coffee table in front of Steve and then sits next to him, pressed up very close.]
Sip the mead slowly, and intersperse with water. You'll thank me in the morning. [Maybe. He's not sure how much of the serum will just kick a hangover right in the ass so Steve won't have to deal with it. But better safe than sorry.]
For Sae (experiment01)
Just make sure to wear your intern badge. Happy's been in a mood lately.
[Which might explain most of Happy, but Tony has long since given up the badge battle. Even for interns who aren't really interns who have badges that say "intern" just because it makes Happy feel better. Okay. It also helps identify them if they get lost in the building. Or. Something bad happens. Like a fire or an explosion that requires evacuation. Since it's Stark Tower, safety is never guaranteed. Though thankfully the last time he exploded something was never- in this location, at least.]
Be careful you don't run someone over. Especially not on property sidewalk. [The urge to tell her to be careful is a powerful one but he fights to live another day not being as much of a dad as he pretends he's not. Hey... how did he end up with all these kid "interns", anyway?]
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For Ororo (agoddessonce)
Don't worry, my knees have seen worse. [Thinking to take mild though teasing offense to the thought that he can't handle a little time on the floor. And, sure, it's true. He's not as young as he used to be and maybe the enhanced group and take it a little better. But that's never stopped him from anything. Especially not getting what he wants, too.
When she starts getting nude the rest of the way, he feels the heat and momentum, and he only stands back as much is necessary while she's busy. But he takes direction well- for once- and she doesn't have to ask a second time for him to help her slip all the way out of her suit and for him to carelessly throw it behind him. And while that leaves them woefully mismatched, and he should start shedding clothes at some point, this is not about that yet.
Instead he leans back in, hands at her hips, pulling her flush to him while he plants his mouth at the side of her neck again. His bites are a little rougher, sucking softly still though where marks might be visible, but the pressure ramps up further and further downward. At the juncture of her neck and shoulder he nips with his teeth, soothes with his tongue, and presses his lips and tongue down, this time with a little less care for what he leaves behind visibly.]
Any other requests- while I'm still listening? [Asking in a honeyed murmur against her collarbone while he's still sinking. Making his way where he wants to be, but stopping to admire the view never hurt anyone. Especially not as he closes his lips over a nipple with a gentle suction, testing the waters there, and then drags the flat of his tongue over. The hand at her hip clutches her just a little harder, pulling her into an upward rock of his hips, the friction there hot and welcome, with a little heated spill of breath falling against her chest.]
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For Bucky (counterstep)
It's been a somewhat wild and unexpected ride. Anyone who knows him a little too well might have questioned by now what the hell he's doing. But really, what the hell has he ever been doing? There's probably a lot of commentary that goes well hand in hand with the fact that Tony's never known to make the healthiest choices.
But if pursuing Bucky, after all their time spent together, is wrong, he doesn't particularly care about being right. After all, once he sets his sights on something he wants, he often doesn't falter. And more often than that makes it to the finish line. But this isn't a game of pretend-courting just to entice Bucky to bed. Maybe the early onset casual flirting had made it seem that way, but it had quickly and maybe a little too easily morphed into something else entirely.
Long nights of vulnerability, of being seen. Of talks that maybe weren't always comfortable but were at least always worth it. He's nursing way more than just some banal crush on Bucky. And he wants to at least have a chance at seeing it through. And so...
Yes. It's a date. To perhaps a too-upscale sushi restaurant. Where he's gotten them a table in the back, and maybe has one or two security measures in place to keep this from becoming a headline tomorrow. Because he wants Bucky to himself, and he also doesn't want to scare him away. Every step in his life, especially after the snap- then the other one- has only propelled him to higher and higher heights in the world of social fascination and commentary. Not always adoring. Mistakes on grand public display. A lot of people have no idea who he really is, and he likes it that way. But he's been trying very hard as of late to give Bucky the knowledge of exactly who he is. No matter how uncomfortable it's been at times.
He wouldn't trade it for anything.
So he breaks out one of the expensive sports cars with the Stark vanity plates, he gets into a fitted, gorgeous, and also entirely too expensive three-piece suit. Drives himself to Bucky's current apartment building and thinks about texting him to let him know to come downstairs. But he's trying to do this right. So instead he idles on the curb and gets out of the car- thinks about letting himself into the building where it'd only be so easy to do and then...
Instead buzzes Bucky's apartment from the intercom.]
I think I managed to be right on time. [Said into the box while he's still got his finger on the button.]
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For Steve (pursuitofcappiness)
[He sweeps a hand back through Steve's hair, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead next and then somehow, miraculously really, peels himself away.]
I'll find us something to drink. And since you're not that drunk, you can think of the game you wanna play. Unless you wanna just relive our vacation memories all night. Which I'm not opposed to.
[A little loving grip at Steve's chin and then he lets go so that he can go acquire some drinks for the two of them. He pours himself some scotch, a glass that he knows he'll probably be nursing for the rest of the evening. He also makes some small talk with Thor, adjoined with a handshake that turns into one of those too-hard pats at his back. Thor pours another glass for Steve- loudly- and Tony just shoots him a look.
Everyone's a bit more drunk than he thought they'd be, so no one's really looking out for each other. And of course seeing Steve get drunk is quite a funny spectacle. Not that Tony can say he disagrees. So he returns with three glasses, setting two down on the coffee table in front of Steve and then sits next to him, pressed up very close.]
Sip the mead slowly, and intersperse with water. You'll thank me in the morning. [Maybe. He's not sure how much of the serum will just kick a hangover right in the ass so Steve won't have to deal with it. But better safe than sorry.]
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