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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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[ 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.]

Oh Jesus-

[ Steve's fingers tighten in his hair, his hips rising up instinctively to meet the warmth enveloping his length. Sogood, and he's been ignoring his arousal enough that he's aching for it, for whatever Tony can give him. ]

God, Tony, you feel fantastic.

[ Consider him fully distracted from the food now; his attention is wholly fixed on Tony and his mouth. ]

[ Good. Tony is a demanding creature and needs all of Steve's attention. All of it. He all but purrs at the fingers in his hair, the way he can feel Steve shake beneath him. He loves this, and he would tell Steve that if he wasn't otherwise occupied. The praise makes him melt a little more, swallowing again and looking up at Steve with far too much trust in his eyes.

Pulling back slightly, Tony hollows his cheeks and presses his tongue flat against Steve's cock, moans at the feeling before he loosens his grip on Steve's hip; if Steve wants to fuck into his mouth, this is Tony's way of saying that he can.]

[ The way Tony's eyes shine with emotion is just as incredible, Steve thinks, as what he's doing with his mouth. If not more so, because while plenty of people have experienced one, almost no one has seen this look on his face. He knows that instinctively, and with his free hand, he reaches out to brush his fingertips along the line of Tony's cheekbone, smiling shakily down at him.

And then he braces one hand on each side of Tony's head, fingers splayed out, and rocks his hips up into Tony's mouth, his thrusts slow, but powerful. A moan falls from his lips, a couple of incoherent curses, and fuck, it's so amazing. ]

[ Something hums with contentment when Steve looks at him like that, lets his eyes flutter closed at the soft touch. Tony vibrates with contentment, pleasure at being able to do this, at having Steve looks so damned gone because of him, and him alone. And when Steve slides his hands against his scalp, moans low and ruined, Tony keens and relaxes, letting Steve do what he wants and trusting him in the process.]

[Fuckfuckfuck is all that's running through Steve's head, and he thrusts faster, feeling the warm slide of Tony's tongue against his length, his muscles massaging him. He'd never imagined that in a million years he'd be doing with Tony Stark, and yet, now he can't even picture doing it with anyone else.

He keeps rolling his hips up, fucking Tony's mouth, feeling desire spiral down his spine and build up until he can't hold anymore, his skin feels too tight and his back arches and everything seems to stop for a split second before he falls over the edge, crying out wordlessly as he pumps erratically. ]

[ Tony can feel when Steve gets close, feels the way his muscles contract and tremble as Steve's hips snap up faster, sharper, than before. And Tony just-- moans, a broken and choked noise, as Steve comes down his throat. He tries to swallow it all down, throat working around Steve's cock, but, while Tony is good, he's not that good.

Pulling back, Tony settles against Steve's hips, tongue flicking out to catch the come that spilled over, a pleased look on his face.]

Mmm, like the way you look when you come because of my mouth. [ The words are almost slurred, TOny's voice rough from the work.]

[ Steve groans, his head still tipped forward, shoulders still rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. One of his hands idly strokes Tony's hair, but that's about all he can manage to do right now.

Slowly, he pulls himself back together, blindly fumbles for one of the napkins that came with their food and uses it to wipe at Tony's mouth. ]

You just like the way I look when I come. [ His voice is still breathless, the words a little slow. It's hard to piece them together into a sentence still. ]

[ There is a breathless laugh at that, Tony leaning into touch before laying his head against Steve's hip and humming. He was... he was content right now. Fucking should be, he had more sex in the last twelve hours than he had in a long while. He was sore and sticky and fucking perfect right here, draped along Steve.

Fuck. Tony didn't know how the blond managed it, but somehow he made Tony's brain quiet. Made it easer for him to just exist.]

Maybe. It is a good look on you...

Flatterer.

[ Steve rolls his eyes good-naturedly, smiling down at Tony. There's something about having him curled up there that just feels right. He reaches for the fruit Tony had been eating earlier, picks out a grape, holds it up to his lips. ]

There. Happy now?

Hnn, not really. 's the truth.

[ The words are languid, along with the smile that is lingering on Tony's lips as he looks up at Steve. He is so pleased and content, that he doesn't even try to hide the quiet but blinding trustlovepeace that radiates from him. Hell, he barely notices it, too caught up in laughing and taking the offered grape with a smile.]

Mmm, yup. Much better.

[ Steve just sighs dramatically and keeps feeding Tony. Congratulations, jerk, you finally got him to do it. ]

Do you want me to peel the grapes first, too?

[ Tony hums around a grape, grinning and looking up at Steve through his lashes.

If he was a cat, he would be purring right now.]

Mmm, I mean you don't have to, this is nice.

[ He makes a face down at Tony, sticking his tongue out at him.

You're a dog, man, not a cat. Have some dignity. ]

Good, because I'm not. You can peel your own damn grapes.

[ Even though the next piece of fruit is a strawberry. ]

[ That just makes him laugh, turning his face into Steve's skin, happiness making the noise light.]

Fine fine, I like them with skin on anyways.

[ But he will take that strawberry thanks.]

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