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[st_a_rk]

You'd have to be stupid or suicidal to be Tony Stark and be out in public without a bodyguard or the suit right now, but here he is all the same, in Central Park after dark. Not sleeping, but more importantly, not drinking.

Actually, right now he doesn't know which one would be worse. If he cracked, if he drank, black out drunk unconscious, maybe he wouldn't run through it again, the way he has every night for weeks now, too vivid, too repetitive to be anything other than significant. He can feel yellow-orange eyes on the back of his neck, the hint of a smile in the dark.

He ate pistachio icecream on this bench once, a thousand years and a million 'better not risk it' excuses ago.

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[st_a_rk]

His eyes close, and he hums out a breath of pleasure. That feels good.

[nearmint]

Steve starts squirming out of his own pants before hesitating, glancing up.

"Don't you have security cameras in here?"

[st_a_rk]

"Yeah, but the footage is secure."

He admits, unashamedly naked and rocking a little.

[nearmint]

He leans forward again, nipping at Tony's neck.

"How much footage do you have of us doing this?"

[st_a_rk]

"Almost none. I delete it, you're shy."

Kissing his ear.

"Just the first time- and the last."

[nearmint]

He flushes a little and nods, rolling them so he can get Tony's back on the floor.

"Do you ever watch them?"

[st_a_rk]

"First one, all the time. Last one- just once."

Shrugging.

"It's hard. You can see we're not happy."

[nearmint]

His eyes lower for a moment, and he nods, fingers working around him again.

"We'll do better."

[st_a_rk]

"Yeah. This time, I'm going to tell you before you have to wonder."

He promises, quietly.

[nearmint]

Steve looks utterly touched by that and leans in, kissing him sweetly, even with his hand wrapped around Tony's cock.

"I'll try to talk things out, instead of letting my anger get the better of me."

[st_a_rk]

"Yeah. And more sex."

By the way.

"Since we're good at that."

[nearmint]

That makes him laugh.

"Yeah. Maybe we can actually set something up in the span of not seeing one another. Like- " He's slowly turning pink, ducking his head to kiss Tony's shoulder. "-like a video or something. With that purpose, I mean. Not just security cameras."

[st_a_rk]

"Want to film us all over one another? Have something to watch in the little rooms overseas?"

He whispers, because Steve is adorable when he blushes, when he gets really dirty.

"I can do that for you."

[nearmint]

"I thought that- you might like it."

Mumbling against his skin.

"Since you watch the other things."

[st_a_rk]

"Let's talk about it later. I don't want anything more complicated than you right now."

He informs, nails raking down his back.

"C'mon, Steve."

[nearmint]

"Yeah."

He pushes his own pants down and they're naked on the floor of the kitchen, but he finds that he doesn't mind quite so much when he pushes them together, wrapping a hand around them both.

"Lubricant, or- we don't have to do that this time around-"

[st_a_rk]

His hips jerk, and he leans his forehead down to rest on Steve's shoulder.

Fuck, he's going to die, that's so good.

"Babe-"

[nearmint]

"Yeah."

He smiles, leaning in and kissing his jaw, stroking at them both.

"I know."

[st_a_rk]

"You feel like fireworks."

He tells him, body writhing sinuously.

[nearmint]

He smiles against Tony's skin, rocking harder against him.

"Missed you so much..."

[st_a_rk]

"Mmhn-"

He agrees, pushing him down a little more.

"Close. Embarrassingly so."

[nearmint]

"It's okay. We've got the rest of the day."

Twisting his fingers, a way he knows from experience that Tony likes.

[st_a_rk]

He cries out, and comes over Steve's fingers, face flushing red.

"Fuck."

[nearmint]

A little smile, and he leans in for another kiss, not quite there yet.

[st_a_rk]

He returns the kiss, then slips downwards, intent on getting him in his mouth.