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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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[ 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.]

Who the hell needs to have them peeled, anyway?

[ Steve hums lightly when Tony's lips brush against his fingers as he eats the strawberry. He's finding that he actually kind of likes doing this, although he'll never ever admit it out loud to Tony. The man doesn't need to be hand-fed every meal. ]

Uh, I don't know?

[ Why are you asking him questions like this right now, Steve. W H Y. Just... let him bask in your attention right now okay, let him hum around the strawberry, eyes closing as he leans back into Steve's warmth. He should find it weird, how calming it is to be curled around Steve like this, but it just feels good.]

[ Because sometimes he just sort of rambles about weird things. Not as much as Tony does, obviously, but he doesn't want to end up in some sort of awkward silence. It's not really a question that needs to be answered as much as it's simply a thought that he's vocalizing.

(God, he's really spent way too much time around Tony.)

It's easier to feed him finger food than it is to try to maneuver things like eggs into his mouth, so Steve just keeps picking out pieces of fruit (although he avoids all the banana slices) and feeding them to Tony, idly stroking his hair with the other hand. ]

[ Tony finds it amusing really, even if he doesn't have an answer for the question that Steve asks. Not that he really thinks that it is a real question of course. And it wasn't like Tony had the fucking brain power to answer him right now either, not with how Steve's hand in his hair was lulling him into a state of almost zenned out bliss.

He hums and continues to take whatever Steve gives him, before he make a noise that he hopes indicates he is done, eyes still closed, before pressing into Steve's skin. When he speaks, his words are mumbled.]

Gonna have t'shower again...

[ Now that Tony's sated, Steve goes back to munching his way through the food arrayed on the bed. Sorry, Tony, he has a healthy appetite in more than one way.

(He only eats with one hand, though, keeping the other in Tony's hair.) ]

You aren't that dirty. It's not like I poured maple syrup all over you and then licked it off.

Hmmm, you know, that should probably sound really gross and sticky, but I think I'm willing to try it.

[ He blinks his open to smirk up at Steve, languid and pleased and way too comfortable. Not that Tony hasn't already tried shit like that in his younger days, he thinks he remembers something with body shots and sugar but... totally doesn't count. That and... well, it is a whole new ball game with Steve in Tony's mind.

He doesn't mention it though, just hums a little more and slings a leg over one of Steve.]

This should be uncomfortable, why am I not uncomfortable. Steve, why are you comfy. It's unfair.

[ Steve just sort of shrugs as he rolls a pancake up and dips it in said syrup, artfully getting it into his mouth without getting any syrup on either Tony or the bed.

(Although if he got it on Tony, he would definitely be willing to lick it off.) ]

I'm...sorry for being comfortable? [ He sounds a little confused. Nobody's ever really treated him as living furniture after sex before. ]

[ Well those people were fucking idiots, and they missed out. Because like hell Tony was letting else use him as furniture after sex.

And Tony is not going to touch that weirdly possessive thought at all right now.

Nope.]

You should be. It's ridiculous. My bed is custom made and I'd rather lay on you...

So does it have any special features or is it just extra-fancy because you're rich?

[ It is pretty goddamn big. Steve's noticed that - and appreciated the fact, since he likes big beds. Look, he's a big guy, and having space to sprawl out is a novelty. ]

Also, these pancakes are fantastic.

Mmm, we'll you'll just have to stick around to find out, now won't you.

[ There is a teasing smile from Tony. There might be a few tricks built into the bed, maybe. Tony was well known for his bedroom endeavours after all, he needed a bed that could handle a great deal. But he doesn't elaborate and, instead, raises an eyebrow.

Then opens his mouth a little.]

[ Steve just rolls his eyes at all of that - god, his eyes are going to fall out of his head from too much rolling after a month around Tony - but he dips another rolled-up pancake in syrup and offers Tony a bite. ]

Am I going to have to keep feeding you till I find out?

[ There is a pleased hum, deep in Tony's chest, as he takes the offered bit, eyes amused as he looks at Steve. Yeah, so maybe he doesn't have to make a noise of pleasure like that over a pancake, and maybe he doesn't have to lick his lips the way he does either but--

Fuck, something about Steve was kind of fucking with him.]

Mmmm, probably not. But I'm not complaining.

[ Steve arches an eyebrow. Really, Tony? That might be a little excessive. Next he's going to lick the syrup off his fingers. ]

Of course you aren't complaining, I'm the one doing all the work.

[ What. W H A T. Fight him. ]

Mmm, I wouldn't say that. But really, you don't have to. I mean, if it's that difficult and all.

[ So sometimes Tony didn't fight fair, what of it.]

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