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[ HYDRA, as it turned out, had been working on other biological projects, which Steve had discovered one night late in the war when he infiltrated a small outpost and found a number of wolves. At first, he'd thought they had just been exceptionally resilient animal specimens - he'd had to set the house on fire and trap them inside to escape after he'd run out of ammunition.

When the full moon came, he discovered that they hadn't just been wolves, they had been werewolves. He turned into a beast, ran through the forest, and when dawn came, he found himself miles from camp, naked on a bed of pine needles.

(That had been a little awkward.)

A few months later, he'd gone under the ice, and nothing mattered anymore.

Fast-forward a good few decades, and Steve's out of the ice and managing his furry little problem the best he can. Which is to say, he disappears once a month and hope nobody notices. That hasn't been a problem till now. He's ostensibly under house arrest in Stark Tower, and, okay, he knows Tony won't care if he leaves, won't tell the government that he's suddenly disappeared. But that doesn't mean he's not paranoid about it.

There's really nothing he can do, though. Sure, he could probably spend the full moon curled up in his room, but he knows Tony has cameras in there to monitor him (doesn't blame him for it), and that's obviously a problem. He'll just have to suck it up and sneak out.

He's pretty sure Tony's preoccupied with something - a meeting, genius Tony things, whatever - when he casually strolls out of the tower before sunset in a hoodie, baseball cap tucked under his arm. Once he's safely out of view, he puts the baseball cap on, pulls up the hood - he can't wear sunglasses right now, that would just look weird. It's not far to the park, but he can feel the tug of the moon in his bones, and it makes him walk a little faster.

Steve wishes he would've had a chance to scope out the park ahead of time; right now, he just has to strip down and hope to god nobody steals his clothes as he stashes them deep in a copse of trees. And then- then the change hits, twisting his bones, reforming his body. It feels like the serum did every time, hurts like hell, but soon enough he's on four legs.

The wolf in him misses the jungles of Wakanda; they'd been hot, but wild, full of animals to hunt. The city isn't the same, not when the park isn't big enough to really run through, not when the biggest animals in the bushes are squirrels and rabbits. It feels distinctly unsatisfying; he wants to hunt, to feel the exhilaration as he brings down his prey, the hot blood on his tongue. As he thinks about it, there's a rustle in the underbrush behind him, and without thinking, he tenses his muscles and leaps. ]

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[ Tony is about to question what the hell he is promising, but he forgets completely when Steve is swallowing him down and shit shit shit. Tony forgets how to breathe at that point, fingers tangling into Steve's hair and he whines.]

Fuck, Steve-- that's not fair...

[ Not that he sounds upset at all, not even a little. Especially when you consider how his fingers are curling in his hair, blunt nails on Steve's scalp.]

[ His only answer is a groan that's muffled by Tony's cock, his tongue curling around the head, deftly teasing him. Steve bobs his head, taking more and more into his mouth, until he's able to relax his jaw and swallow his entire length down. He might not be as experienced at this as Tony, but an old dog is entirely capable of learning new tricks. ]

[ If there was any room left in his brain for thought, Tony would be amazed at how Steve still wanted him. How he was willing to go from warm and teasing to making Tony work for breath and fuck, Tony was so fucked. And that wasn't just literally.

Tony's hips jerk despite him trying his hardest to keep still, something like a mantra of Steve's name on his lips as more of his cock is swallowed down. Tipping his head back, Tony bites his lip and runs his hands along Steve's scalp as he shakes. ]

Shit, fuck... Steve. So good, oh my god, you're going to kill me...

[ A shiver of desire runs through Steve's body as Tony cards his fingers through his hair, but he's focused more on the other man right now, bobbing his head eagerly, swallowing around him. He's not sure why, but suddenly making Tony feel good is incredibly important to him. He wants him desperately - would push him back and fuck him in the middle of their food if he wasn't too sore for it right now.

Instead, he just concentrates on sucking him off and giving him a goddamn amazing blowjob, running his fingers over his inner thighs deftly. ]

[ This is not what Tony is used to when it comes to people who sleep with him. Sure, there is a focus on him and all, but not really on his pleasure; it was more about being able to say that you slept with Tony Stark and-- this, this sure as hell was not what Steve seemed to be after. Steve seemed to be trying to burn himself into the marrow of Tony, making it so the genius would never be able to be free of him even if he tried.

Tony goes from kind of hard to nearly incoherent with want faster than he ever has in his life, it makes his head spin and fuck. Tony's hips twitch and he tries (and fails) to swallow back a shaky moan of Steve's name.]

Steve, fuck, Steve, I can't--

[ He grins around Tony's cock at the way he moans his name, practically radiating smugness. He wants to feel him fall apart completely. His fingers dig into his thighs, hard enough to leave marks, and he bobs his head faster, letting Tony twitch his hips up into him.

God, he loves this, loves the feeling of Tony being at his mercy - loves just getting to do this to him. Never mind that it's only the second time they've done anything; it just seems so familiar, like they've been doing it for years. Like he instinctively knows just what to do to take him apart, doesn't even have to think about it. ]

[ It's the fucking smirk around his cock that gets Tony. He is watching Steve, eyes blown with want as he shakes and keens at the feel of fingers digging into his hips. They will leave marks, like the mark on his neck, the marks on his hips; his body littered with little instances of Steve saying mine all over Tony. And, usually, that irritates Tony, the thought of someone else trying to do that, lay some sort of claim, but with Steve--

There is a broken noise, Tony's hips spasming as his orgasm washes over him and fuck fuck fuck he swears he is shaking apart, torn open by Steve and his goddamned everything.]

[ Steve pulls up a bit to make it easier to swallow everything, groans as he feels Tony spill over inside him, his cock hard in his mouth. He pulls off him once he's done, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and sits up again, tugging Tony against his body, holding him close as he catches his breath. ]

Not a bad breakfast, don't you think?

[ And he reaches out with one arm to grab another piece of bacon and munch on it. ]</small.

You fucking--- nnngh.

[ Tony doesn't even have the brainpower to think of a retort. He is sated and boneless and so pleased as he curls into Steve's warmth. It's hard to think about why he was panicking earlier, why all of this seemed like a horrible idea when Steve looks as fucking pleased as he does right now.

There is another groan from Tony as he presses his face into Steve's chest, tiny tremors still working through him.]

You're incorrigible. Who knew.

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Mmmhm.

[ And even though his erection is pressing into Tony's hip, Steve seems happy to just hold Tony with one arm and shovel food into his face with the other. Look, replenishing his energy is very important, okay? ]

[ That is unacceptable Steve. Just-- ugh. Tony wants to do something about the erection he can feel against his skin, wants to rock his hips up, to make Steve feel good because of him, but he body refuses to obey his commands and he is, more or less, a pleased and boneless human. Werewolf. He doesn't even know.

Tony does manage to huff a laugh into Steve's neck though, as the blond shoves food in his mouth.]

Feed me. You broke me, you feed me.

You can open your mouth to sass me, you can feed your own damn self.

[ He presses a kiss to the top of Tony's head, moves a styrofoam container closer to him. He is not spoon-feeding you, Tony. Don't you have any sense of dignity whatsoever? ]

[ Cruel Steve, so cruel. Tony huffs but grabs a piece of fruit from one of the containers and, while still pouting at Steve, bites into it. ]

I sass as easy as I breath Steve, it is no way to judge my abilities of function.

[ And what is this dignity you speak of? Tony has heard mention of it before... ]

[ Judging by the videos, you lost it sometime in college and never found it again. ]

I dunno, you weren't sassing me after I fucked you into the mattress earlier.

[ Oooh, ouch. But also true. Maybe. He would just be interested in knowing what videos you saw...]

That-- is a fair point. But that was probably the closest I have been to completely fucked out in a long while, I believe I am allowed that. You did what half a football team and their cheerleaders managed, so....

What was the other half of the team doing, watching?

[ Except something about that makes his hackles rise, makes the undertones of a growl start to rumble in his chest. Steve doesn't quite understand it himself; he shouldn't care about what Tony's done in the past. ]

[ There is a moment where Tony blinks, unsure if he heard what he thought he heard... Nah, clearly he's just tired. Tony grins, pops the rest of the fruit in his mouth and hums.]

Some of 'em. There is a video of it, apparently. Never saw it myself, but it was one hell of a day. Two days? I don't remember. Point is, it's been a long while-- actually no, it's been never since one person has managed that.

Tony.

[ He stops eating long enough to place one hand over his mouth, giving him a look that's dark and intensely possessive. Yeah, he's about thirty seconds away from pushing him back onto the bed and fucking him again. ]

Shut up.

Hmmm?

[ Turning towards Steve, Tony tears his gaze from choosing the next piece of food to look at the blond before there is a hand on his mouth and-- oh. That is not a look that he ever expected to have directed at him, especially by Steve of all people, and he it makes Tony shiver. There is something in the back of his mind that wants to sink back, bare his throat in a sense.

Instead he smirks a little behind Steve's hand and raises an eyebrow before biting at the hand.] It's a compliment, Steve.

[ Judging by the look in his eyes, he doesn't care if it's meant to be a compliment. Steve just scowls and turns his attention to his second container of eggs instead. He doesn't know why the thought of Tony with other people bothers him so much - it must have been in the distant past, certainly not anything that would have happened recently - but it does. Steve doesn't think of himself as a jealous person by nature (hell, he's never really had any reason to feel jealous), but there's something about all of this that makes him feel distinctly possessive. ]

What? It is!

[ And there is laughter edging his voice, even as he presses a little closer to Steve, tilting his head to rest it against Steve's shoulder in some silent and physical display of apology. He won't say it, he isn't ashamed of his past even if he made more than a few questionable choices, but he also doesn't see why it would bother Steve. Isn't sure if Steve sees it as making Tony lesser because he has slept with so many people.

So Tony drops it, tries to press as close as possible, and steals some of Steve's eggs with a bright grin.]

[ A shudder courses through Steve when Tony presses against his erection. He's been ignoring it in favor of eating till now, but with Tony so close, it reminds him of his arousal again. His cock twitches against Tony's hip, and his breath hitches slightly. ]

Better watch out, or I'll make you pay for those.

[ You know, like he didn't pay for them in the first place. It's not like he's talking about money here. ]

[ Tony catches the shudder and hides a grin against Steve's skin and hums. ]

Oh really? I thought we were sharing here, Rogers.

[ There is an attempt to look put out at that, but Tony fails miserably. And, despite the ache in his bones and the twinge that echoes in his muscles, Tony moves swiftly to straddle Steve's shins and lay across the blond's legs, lips ghosting against his erection.

The look in Tony's eyes is nothing but teasing as he watches Steve, a thrum in his mind telling him to make sure Steve is pleased, to give him the pleasure that was given to him, to let Steve know that Tony was his.

If he was thinking logically, it would worry him, for now he just hums and wraps a hand around the base of Steve's cock and licks a teasing stripe along the length.]

[ He just sighs contentedly, pleasure sinking into his bones, letting his head fall forward so he can watch Tony. One hand settles at the nape of his neck, fingertips running over the mark from his teeth before working into his hair, cupping the base of his skull. ]

What can I say? I'm not very good at sharing.

[ And despite everything else that's going on, he uses the opportunity to steal a piece of Tony's bacon. Because why not? ]

[ There is a pleased noise at the hand on his neck, Tony's eyes closing slightly as he presses into the touch. It is all the incentive he needs to wrap his lips around Steve and swallow him down. Tony doesn't go slow either, breathes through his nose and relaxes his throat and doesn't stop until his nose is pressed to the coarse hair of Steve's pelvis, throat working around his length.

And, when Steve pops the stolen bacon into his mouth, Tony doesn't glare, he hums around his cock, before swallowing, massaging Steve's length in an attempt to pull the attention away from the food.]

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