ted, or carried away, and I hurt you somehow, you have to say something. I might not realize if I do, and…I just, I know you, Tony. You'll want to ignore it, but I need you to promise me you'll speak up."

It wasn't that Steve was treating him like a chick. He just cared, achingly so, in a way that made him careful. Tony managed to keep himself from blurting a wisecrack for once, putting his mouth to better use as he pulled Steve down on top of him, murmuring his answer between their lips.

"Promise."

How long they stayed upied that way, Tony couldn't have said. He wasn't typically one to linger, to spend time on unrushed kisses and exploratory touches, but something about Steve made him want to. He wanted the sex too, of course he did, he was burning for it, but it was a slow burn. Steady. Steve wasn't a one-night stand that was going to get bored if he didn't pick up the pace, wasn't a reckless young thing with Daddy issues indistinguishable from any other. He was Steve, he was special and perfect and staying, and that made it different. Better.

There were unique problems with bedding a superhero though.

"Tony, what're you doing?" Steve broke the kiss with a laugh as Tony tried and failed for the fifth time to find a zipper on Steve's damn suit.

"Do I have to get scissors and cut you out of this thing, or what?" Tony frowned in answer, fiddling with a corner that looked like it might peel back. It didn't.

"It's difficult, here—"

"I am a genius, Steve, it should not be this hard to get you naked—"

"It's not that hard, you just tug on this—"

"It's like I'm being cockblocked by an American flag—"

"Like being what?"

"Cockblocked. You know." Tony gestured in the general direction of Steve's cock. "Blocked. From cock."

"You are so strange." Steve smiled fondly.

"I didn't invent the ter…" Tony trailed off as Steve slipped out of his uniform, and his blood rushed south so fast his brain all but ceased to function. So, no underwear under the suit. That information was unquestionably going to cause problems in Tony's ability to function around a suited up Steve. "Um."

"Um?" Steve repeated, his face turning so red Tony was positive that if he stood there another moment he was going to explode. He shifted awkwardly, clearly ufortable standing around naked. Tony was just going to have to help him getfortable. Tony all but tore his shirt off, then shucked his pants and boxers in one swift motion, throwing all of the clothes gleefully on the floor and diving across the bed to throw an arm around Steve's waist.

"By 'um' I mean 'hello there eous have I mentioned I love you let's have sex now'," Tony corrected, yanking him back into bed.

Steve laughed as they tumbled, and they wrestled briefly before he let Tony straddle him. Steve's eyes kept roaming downwards then snapping back up to Tony's face, like he wanted to look but wasn't sure if it was allowed. Steve started to do some anxious little motion with his hands, but Tony just linked their fingers together above the blond's head and set about trying to kiss him so thoroughly he couldn't remember his name, much less any silly, self-conscious nerves.

When he pulled away, Steve was sporting a hell of a blush.

"Um."

"Yeah." Tony grinned wolfishly. "Um."

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