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I mean, you probably have the legs to pull them off, though. ;)

But this isn't really about my fantasies. It's about taking care of you. Letting you get out of your head for a bit. Whether or not I get off is secondary to that.

At least, that's what he's gathered from reading the articles - and, to an extent, what he already figured out: Tony's needs are more important than his. When he's in subspace, he needs to be cared for, guided. (This is all written in his notes.)

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Nothing, not even the dots, pops up after that. In the basement of the Stark estate on Fifth Avenue, which Tony is converting to a bare-bones work space (he's long emptied it of Howard's old Vault items), the phone's backlight shudders off as it slides face-down across the table. Tony himself slouches forward with his fist pressed to his mouth. He doesn't know what he wants out of this arrangement with Steve, just that he wants to stop hurting for a while. The easiest path would be bearing physical pain instead, or someone using his body, until he floats. But...

Nearly two hours later, past nightfall, Steve's phone pings with a new message in the conversation with Tony. It reads, Could hand feed me. Fruit or something. Maybe with a blindfold.

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Steve smiles a little at the message and glances over at his notes, where he's written and underlined "a good dom wants to see their sub grow and improve as a person". It feels healthier than just using Tony for his body, that's for sure.

What kind of fruit do you like?

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Berries. Various. Cherries, grapes, apple slices. I'm not picky. Prefer sweet over sour. Whatever it is it needs to be bite size.

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With your disposition, I'd think you would enjoy tart fruits. ;)

How do you feel about dips?

[myheartglows]

Hold up. Forget the dips. Go back one. Did you just throw shade at me?

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...wait, what?

[myheartglows]

Your innocent act fools no one. Did tart mean the same thing back in the prehistoric age or did you finally look through urban dictionary?

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...okay, I wasn't thinking, but in my defense


it's not wrong either

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The answer isn't immediate like the others, but when it sends: I didn't hear you complaining. ;) In another line he tacks on a winking emoji that blows a kiss.

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I never said I was. I didn't even know that swallowing someone's dick like that was possible.

It's good he's by himself right now, because he's blushing furiously, his face and ears a bright red that threatens to creep down his neck.

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The dots blink for a while. Slumped in a white chaise his mother loved and dressed in one of his father's robes, Tony runs his fingers over his throat and presses on his Adam's apple, since healed. He finishes typing and sends, Not bad for being a couple decades out of practice, huh? Soooo would you care for a repeat? I miss feeling sore.

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Suddenly his jeans feel a whole lot tighter as he thinks about Tony with his lips wrapped around his cock like it's the only thing that matters in the world, and Steve shifts uncomfortably in his chair.

Can't say I'd mind.


What do you like for aftercare?

It's got a little brainstorming section in his notebook with a header and jotted notes like "blankets, water, chocolate?" Apparently this is important enough that Steve's tried some tentative searching of his own.

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Tony readies to type "Next time I'm over there?" but Steve continues and Tony freezes. Pepper cuddled and cooed and told him how well he did; how proud she was. How much she loved him. Thumb trembling, he answers, Nothing. I'll be fine. I can sleep it off.

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That is, in fact, the total opposite of what every article about aftercare says, and Steve frowns down at the screen. He doesn't want to push it because he's afraid Tony will pull away, but he wants to be able to take care of him, too. Maybe he'll just keep some water handy. His own natural cuddling instincts should be adequate for the rest, if Tony lets him.

If you're sure.

[myheartglows]

The dots play out for much longer than what the text ends up as:

I'm sure.

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Next time you're here, then?

[myheartglows]

Ok

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Bring my Snuggie with you.

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The day Tony returned home he pulled off the Snuggie and tossed it onto the banister of the grand staircase, only to stare and curse and pick it up. Carefully folding it, he set it down on one of the chairs in the foyer. Yes, sir, the text says. The fleece, when the day comes, will be dry-cleaned and packaged in plastic.

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Tony returns to the compound the day after their text conversation, and after doing a bit of work, he sits down with Steve to go over the business end of things with the Avengers. Steve, perhaps unsurprisingly, focuses more on Tony's mouth and lips, can't stop thinking about them wrapped around his cock. Before long, he's just sort of nodding along with whatever Tony says and agreeing whenever there's a pause in the conversation. He's already hard, his erection trapped uncomfortably in his jeans, and he shifts impatiently in his chair.

"Sorry, what was that?" He's vaguely aware of Tony asking a question, and he blinks, trying to reengage with the conversation. It doesn't really work.

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Tony sits across from Steve, the polished dark office desk between them and the monitors swiveled out of the way. The Snuggie sits in its plastic where Tony dropped it on one end of Steve's desk. He's been squinting at Steve every once in a while during their one-sided conversation, but as usual since Ultron, everything about him is toned down. He looks at the desk and papers more than at Steve and his expressive face and often sharp gesticulations are weighted. A swift dismissive wave of his hand becomes a brief wiggle of his fingers, the wrist never lifting. The smiles, before enough to crinkle his eyes, become weak things that die faster than they're born; he hasn't smiled much, actually, since Avengers Tower was emptied.

Tony stares at Steve now, squinted again, but this time with a suspicious tilt to his head. He leans closer with his crossed forearms on the desk. "What're you actually thinking of, Rogers?" he probes.

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Steve misses those smiles sometimes - the real, genuine ones that not many people see, rather than the sardonic smirks he sports for the press or for casual acquaintances. The crinkles around his eyes are endearing, human, the sort of thing that makes him want to lean in and kiss Tony. (Steve may, in fact, be a hopeless romantic.)

"Uh." He blushes, caught out in his erotic fantasies. "Sure as hell isn't the supplies here, that's for sure."

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Something loosens around those eyes, suspicion replaced by allure. Tony lifts himself up from the chair just enough to bend halfway across the desk with a familiar, inviting tilt of his head. (He's thought of their scene all day himself; he's just more practiced at reining himself in.) Part of Tony trills at finding something so raw and human in Steve, this obvious fire in a normally composed and militant man. Tony knows it exists (seeing Steve rip that firewood apart with his bare hands stirred something destructive in his gut). He wants to see it unhinged. He wants to turn his cheek to it. He wants to burn. So he goads it on; he stokes the flame.

"Is it me on my knees?" Tony suggests, whispering, eyes dark with promise. "Maybe beneath your desk, sucking you off while you work. I'd be hidden down there from anyone walking in."

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Fingers tighten, grip the edge of the desk a little harder, and Steve swallows a little to hear Tony talking like that, to see his eyes darken in anticipation of what's coming. For a moment, his fantasies of blowjobs are derailed as his gaze lingers on the way Tony bends over his desk, and his cock twitches at the thought.

But reluctantly, he draws his thoughts back to the offer at hand - not that it's precisely unappealing. Far from it, in fact. "Don't think I'd be getting much work done." His voice is already a little lower, a little throatier, and he leans in closer to Tony. As much as he tries to keep things hidden, he's incredibly easy to manipulate if you know how to push the right buttons, and Tony's always known exactly how to push every button he has.