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Tony accepts the raspberry immediately. The smell of chocolate invades his senses and before he even begins chewing, before he even thinks, he slides his lips around the fingers above him one or two at a time. He loses himself a little, suddenly ravenous, lips searching for any trace. When he tastes chocolate he sucks it clean. When he tastes only skin he moves to the next until there's only the raspberry, which he sighs and groans around as he chews. God, he hasn't had chocolate in so long. After swallowing, Tony opens his mouth like a baby bird straining for more.

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Steve can't help chuckling quietly at Tony's reaction to the chocolate, even as his cock twitches at the way he sucks at his fingers. Abandoning the fruit for a moment, he picks up the bowl of chocolate dip and coats his index and middle finger with chocolate nearly up to the second knuckle.

"There's no fruit this time," he warns Tony, "so don't go biting down on my fingers." But his fingers are just within reach of his lips, and the scent of chocolate wafts up from them. This is probably a bad idea on his part, but he wants to indulge Tony's enthusiasm. It's something he rarely sees these days.

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Tony sucks around the fingertips, sniffs once to discover more, and takes the length of them into his mouth. He slips his mouth clear of the fingers, only half-aware of whose; he licks his teeth and savors the taste. Pepper sometimes fed him, one time at the dinner table on date night. A single nail from her wiped the corner of his mouth. She kissed his forehead. This is Steve, though, Tony knows in that hazy way as he drifts. He opens his mouth for him just the same.

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Steve doesn't try to stifle the groan that slips free as Tony sucks his fingers. Yeah, this is a bad idea; it's hard to think of anything but Tony sucking him off. But he coats his fingers in chocolate and offers them to him again nonetheless. He hadn't been aware of Tony's sweet tooth before, but it's definitely something he'll keep in mind for the future.

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Drifting comes easier this go-around, whether because of the violent need to escape his thoughts or a more familiar scenario, or maybe -- maybe he finds himself trusting Steve more after their talk. Whatever the case, Tony melts into the sheets as Steve provides for him. Steve will handle everything. With a soft grunt Tony finishes licking the second offering of chocolate-coated fingers and requests, "Fruit?" Then, like he needs to explain for it to be granted: "M'hungry."

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Though he's sorely tempted, Steve doesn't offer commentary on Tony's erratic meal schedule. He does wish he had more to offer than just fruit, though. One of those little meat and cheese boards with fruit on the side, maybe.

This time, he picks a bowl of cubed Granny Smith apples, dipping it in caramel to add some sweetness to the tart of the apple. He keeps his fingers neat, but a stray drizzle of caramel ends up in Tony's beard. Once Tony accepts the apple, he reaches for the napkin he has and dabs the bit of caramel away.

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His head turns in Steve's direction, where Tony feels the mattress slope down. As he swallows a second time for saliva and the leftover juices, his closest arm spreads out, seeking until the back of it brushes a hip or a leg, something to reassure him that someone is close by. The careful brush of the napkin leaves him wanting the contact.

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"Hey," Steve says softly. He reaches out to twine his fingers with Tony's briefly, guiding him to the outside of his thigh. With his other hand, he keeps feeding him fruit, piece by piece, varying the selection and trying different combinations of fruit and dip to see what Tony prefers (although he keeps going back to the chocolate). It's nice to be able to pamper him like this, he has to admit.

Once Tony's had enough, Steve takes the rest of the fruit back to the fridge, then sits down next to him and unties the blindfold. "Ready for bed?" he asks as he brushes a few strands of hair back from his forehead, his touch tender.

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Tony blinks against the flood of light. "Nnh," he grunts, belly warm and relaxed deep to his core, and lazily runs a hand over his face. He could snap himself out of it enough to drive home, but he doesn't want to. "I need t'brush m'teeth and shower," he admits forlornly. "C-come with? Jus' -- just inside the room."

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"You gonna borrow more of my clothes to sleep in?" Steve teases him with a sly smile. As much as he'd like to take a shower with Tony - as much as he's had his secret little fantasies about it - he's fine with sitting outside and waiting for him.

Standing up, Steve offers him a hand to help him out of bed. "C'mon, then."

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Tony returns it in kind, but his comes out smaller, a little adoring in those round eyes. "Rather your libido soil yours than mine in the mornin'," he says as they both pull him up. All his thoughts he can still find but they're past a transparent barrier behind Steve. After steadying himself, Tony squeezes Steve's hand once and then drops it.

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Steve blushes, somewhere between sheepish and embarrassed. At his age, he probably shouldn't wake up with an erection quite as often as he does (pretty much every day). "I'll just take a shower if it happens again," he says quietly. Preferably a cold one.

With the way Tony looks at him, he wants to lean in and kiss him, but he doesn't; instead, he leads the way into the bathroom and puts the lid of the toilet down so he'll have somewhere to sit. "You want me to wait outside while you take your clothes off and get in the shower?" Steve isn't particular about nudity - between art school and the Army, he can watch others, even people he's attracted to, get naked simply for the sake of getting naked without batting so much as an eyelash.

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The t-shirt pops off over Tony's head like a cork from a wine bottle, as tight as he likes to wear them. He chucks it onto Steve's lap with a lazy smile. "And let you miss out on me strippin'? Nah," he says and steps past to one of the shower stalls. No where near shy of his body, he slips off his jeans and briefs. Steve only gets the view of his bare ass before Tony enters the stall and the fluted obscure glass blurs him into a peach blob with a dark patch for his hair.

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Steve picks up the rest of Tony's discarded clothes, and, for lack of anything better to do, folds them neatly before he fetches one of the towels nearby, and a spare toothbrush and toothpaste from the extras in the closet. If anyone comes in, he's going to have a hard time explaining the situation.

"Can't imagine sleeping in your jeans would be comfortable, anyway," he comments idly, voice raised slightly so Tony can hear him over the running water. "Not with how tight they are."

Not that he's noticed or anything.

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Tony's form through the glass remains still as he lets the warm water beat on his shoulders and back. Only reluctantly he begins scrubbing his hair and body, thoughts and actions slowed; not happy, but calmed. "So glad you noticed," he calls back. The splattering of the water varies in sound as Tony washes himself under it.

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"I plead the fifth." Though Tony can't see it, Steve's smiling a little. He might have problems talking about his feelings (an understatement), but it's slightly easier to mention that he finds Tony attractive. That much is probably a given, considering what they've done. Besides, Tony's vain, and he knows damn well other people think he's good-looking. There's the whole Sexiest Man Alive thing, after all. So surely this can't come as a surprise.

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Tony chuckles quietly. "S'as good as admittance, Rogers." He's figured Steve is attracted to him, but that's as far as it goes: sexual attraction and wanting to help someone who's hurting, no matter who it is. Any deeper feelings Steve might develop will be displaced by Steve's own loneliness and maybe a shotgun-wedding-like effect, where he feels pressure to build a relationship after engaging long enough in the innate intimacy of dominance and submission.

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"I think we probably established that the first time you swallowed my dick." The words echo louder than he means them to in the acoustics of the bathroom, and Steve blushes, his ears tinted pink. "It's- it's kinda a thing, you looking a little greasy and dirty from working in the shop. And the clothes you wear while you're doing it."

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"Could be one of your kinks." The blur in the shower pane doubles over as Tony washes his legs. "So you like a lil' mess. M'pretty much the dictionary definition."

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I think it's just you, he doesn't say, nor does he try to delve into Tony's psyche. Instead, he offers up, "I wanna try body painting sometime. See how long you can hold still for that. I've never been much of a painter - I prefer pen or pencil - but I've done a bit. And you could be a good canvas."

Not that he's been carefully doing some research on kinks or anything. Definitely not.

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A tiny shiver travels up the length of Tony's body despite the steam-thickened air. He pauses to remind himself of Pepper and then resumes rinsing. The thought runs away like the water streaking his skin and hair, back behind the barrier. "Y'got it, Pablo," he says and after a final swipe with the cloth he twists the shower knob off.

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"I'm more of a realist," Steve admits. He drapes the towel over the top of the door for Tony when the water stops running. "And not much of an artistic genius, for that matter." He's good, maybe good enough that he might've been able to scrape together a living doing illustrations, but Steve knows his talent is nothing special. These days, it's just a relaxing hobby. "But it seems like it could be interesting."

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Tony only uses the towel enough to stop dripping and then wraps it around his waist. He steps out with a noncommittal "uh-huh" and wanders over to the other towels, one of which he shoves in Steve's direction.

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Steve takes the towel from him with a hint of a smile and starts rubbing him dry. He's not too surprised that talking about future scenes tugs Tony back under again; it's a pattern even he can notice after the first few times. And if he expects to be cared for in this state, then Steve is perfectly happy to oblige. Once he's sufficiently dry, Steve puts the toothbrush and toothpaste in his hand. "I'm not doing that for you," he quips dryly.

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Hair tousled, Tony stares dumbly at the objects in his hands before Steve's words register. He rolls his eyes. "Shoo. You don't get to learn any of my secrets," he says good-naturedly, words still soft around their edges, and approaches the sink. He lathers the toothbrush up and from there, while brushing, will only bat at Steve.