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When he feels the hand creeping up his thigh, Tony almost chokes on his wine. He sets down the glass on the table he’s sitting at and turns to look at his side, where Steve’s eyes are fixed in front of him. On stage there’s a row of politicians and the likeness going on and on about stuff Tony’s too bored to care about.
Steve’s hand is warm on his leg, and way too close to a personal area. Not that Tony would mind, but it’s not the time nor place to let loose of a hard-on.
“Steve. Don’t know what you were aiming for, buddy, but the silverware is on the table, not under it.”
Steve tilts his head at him, a small smile playing on his lips. “I know what I’m aiming for.” He then lightly squeezes Tony’s inner thigh, making him jump in his seat.
“Behave,” Tony seethes gritting his teeth. Which is a ridiculous statement coming from him, and Tony can’t believe he's saying it to Steve of all people.
Steve suddenly stands up, his chair slightly creaking on the floor, but the people at the other tables are too focused on the speech to pay them any attention. “I’ll be in the restroom if you need me,” he says in a low tone, leaning forward toward Tony’s ear.
Tony does wait a moment before standing up as well. He really doesn’t want people to start any speculation, though even if he waited half an hour before following suit, their empty seats would still be next to each other and it would look peculiar anyway. Yet, Tony never cared about rumours, so a couple of minutes later he leaves the table with a polite, “would you excuse-me,” murmured to the congressman sitting in front of him.
When he gets into the restroom, Steve’s leaning against the sink, his legs crossed at the ankle, a wide grin on his face.
“Took you a while,” he comments.
Tony locks the door to the bathroom, and turns around with a loud groan. “Did I corrupt you already?” He takes a couple steps forward. When he stands in front of Steve he stops, runs his hands up and down Steve’s broad shoulders. “This suit on you should be illegal. You’re looking like a wet dream.”
Steve actually chuckles at that, his hands coming to pull in Tony by the waist. He turns them around, Tony’s back against the sink, then lifts him up and sits him on the surface of it.
“Huh, so this is how it is.”
Steve comes standing in between his parted legs and leaves a kiss on Tony’s mouth. “You seemed bored. Thought you needed a distraction.”
“Thank you, Cap. Always so considerate.”
Steve chuckles again, the sound being way too sweet considering they sneaked out like two teenagers in heat.
When Steve kisses him again, Tony melts in between his arms, only belatedly coming to his senses, remembering this is nothing but a way to let out some steam.
“Okay, be quick,” Tony mutters on Steve’s lips. “Which is ironic to say because in times like this you are quick.”
He’s rewarded by a pinch on his hipbone. “Mean,” Steve says, leaving kisses all over his jaw.
“You are mean.”
Steve looks up at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay. Yeah. That was mean. I find it pretty flattering, though. Especially the part where you just keep going and going and going-“
Steve shuts him up by sucking at his neck, and Tony lets out a low moan.
They’re at a gala. It’s some stupid inauguration. It’s not a charity event, Tony would never sneak out to get a quickie at a charity event, he’s not distasteful like that.
He and Steve have been sleeping together for a few months now. It happened in a very unusual and unforeseen way, with Steve knocking at his door one night and very seriously saying, “we need to talk.”
“Is this a booty call, Rogers?” Tony joked. Which led to Steve making a confused face, and Tony very awkwardly having to explain what a booty call is, which reminded him once again that most often than not he could avoid situations like that if he just shut his mouth.
“It’s just a way for people to ask for sex. But I guess that’s not the case right now, isn’t it?” he laughed.
“Oh,” Steve replied. Then he frowned. “Do you want this to be the case?”
And what was Tony supposed to say?
So it seems like it’s a no-strings attached thing, and to Tony’s delight, Steve’s often the one initiating their secret encounters too, like this very night.
“Please, don’t be such a heathen, Rogers!” Tony whines when Steve urges him off the sink and turns him around with way too much brutality. Tony finds himself bent over the sink, staring right into his own eyes in the mirror. “The suit is Armani, for fuck’s sake. Don’t ruin it.”
“Sorry,” Steve mumbles. He doesn’t actually seem much sorry when he yanks Tony’s pants down, his hand fumbling with his own belt at the same time.
“I still have to hold that speech, later. Can’t do it looking like a whore.” He stops himself mid-sentence to let out a loud moan as Steve pushes his fingers inside of him. “Fuck.”
“Shh, don’t be so loud.”
He locked the door, yeah, but it won’t take too long for someone to need the public restroom, then people will start to wonder why the bathroom’s out of order. And, most of all, where did Captain America and Mr Stark go.
“Come on, Cap. We don’t have much time,” Tony urges. His breath is short already. His knuckles are white as he grips the marble of the sink. Thankfully, Steve doesn’t tease much longer, and sinks inside Tony with a low groan.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” Tony comments. It’s a familiar refrain. He always expects to be used to the width of it, yet his breath catches every single time Steve’s chest comes to rest against his spine, his pelvis smacking into Tony’s lower back.
Steve kisses his shoulder blades, his hands stroking Tony’s arms with fondness. “And you’re very sweet, Tony.”
“Oh, shut up,” Tony rolls his eyes. He glances at his reflection and sees his own cheeks faintly blushing.
Steve starts a slow rhythm against him, back and forth with no real urge, unbothered by the fact they really should be hurrying up.
“Steve,” Tony moans then. “They’re waiting for us, come on.”
Steve sighs behind him, but finally picks up the pace. He hits deep and fast, and every time he slaps onto him, Tony winces, jolting against the sink, where he’s now leaning bent forward, his chin almost resting on the surface.
“Like that, gorgeous, keep going,” Tony moans.
Steve’s hands grip at Tony’s hips. He thrusts in even rougher now, making Tony yelp. When Tony looks up for a brief moment, he finds Steve is staring intently at him in the mirror. They’re both nicely dressed up from waist to top, but Tony can see a flash of skin from where Steve is smacking onto him.
He follows Steve’s blue eyes and notices the way his lips are curved in a tentative smile.
“Hey there, pretty boy,” Tony says, his voice breathless, delighted by the blush on Steve’s face.
Steve ducks his head down to leave a kiss on Tony’s shoulder, but Tony’s sure he’s trying to hide his face, embarrassed by Tony’s gaze. He still finds it quite endearing to tease Steve like that. Especially when they’re like this, and Tony’s more than sure Steve enjoys the needling.
“Sweetheart, come on, look at me,” he calls.
Steve complies, looks back into Tony’s eyes, and this time he grins widely, his body still rocking behind him.
“You’re beautiful, Tony.”
Unfortunately, that’s enough to make Tony fold. His knees weaken, his legs buckle, and he almost slips off the sink with the intensity of it. He comes with a high pitched noise, his eyes shutting close, and Steve’s hand comes to grip his through the aftershocks.
“There you go,” Steve breathes out on his neck, as he leaves open-mouth kisses on Tony’s skin. “Very beautiful.”
“Fuck. Steve, baby, go ahead,” Tony whines out of breath. He clenches down until Steve comes, panting hard on Tony’s back.
Steve slips away immediately, but tosses Tony around, his back now once again pressed against the sink, and kisses him while still trying to catch his breath.
Tony slings his arms around Steve’s neck and pulls him closer, giving in to the kiss.
This is his favorite part, he won’t deny it. When Steve finally comes, he always follows it with a long make-out session. His mouth slack against Tony’s, licking into it and breathing hard as his heart is probably still trying to beat at a steady pace.
And Tony, he certainly loves the sex part. Of course he does. Steve is hot, and he fulfils all of Tony’s secret fantasies. He’s sweet, and caring, and handsome and fucks like a god. But this, when Steve gets a little more vulnerable, where he both embraces and lets himself be embraced by Tony, his cheeks flushed and his smile so big and genuine. Tony finds he likes this Steve. And more often then not, he hopes Steve will come look for him in the middle of the night just to then experience this brief but intense moment of raw fondness between them. Never mind this can’t be more than that. Won’t ever be more than that.
“Oh. Fuck,” a very horrified voice shrieks. “On the sink, really, Stark?”
Steve breaks away immediately, and Tony finds Clint by the door, covering his eyes. Behind him there are a couple of their teammates all making gagging noises too.
“Mind your business, birdhead,” Tony says, not even that bothered. He zips his pants back on, Steve looking anywhere but in his direction.
“We’re not- we weren’t-“ he tries.
“Yeah, sure, you weren’t,” Clint says. “Just checking inside Tony’s pants, like one does.”
“What? The door was closed for a reason, Barton,” Tony shrugs. He checks his necktie in the mirror, combs his hair back. “Besides, why’d you force it open?”
Clint makes a baffled face. “You were hogging the restroom for an hour-“
“Nah. It was hardly a couple of minutes.”
By his side, Steve turns bright red. “Tony,” he warns.
When they get out, Natasha’s standing there too, stunning and very still in her long dress. She stares at them, only the hint of a smirk on her otherwise unreadable face.
“Oh, drop it. Yeah, we were fucking in there. Oh my god, you guys never had sex before?”
Natasha’s eyes fall on Steve, who’s blushing furiously.
Thor chides in. “Stark and the Captain are having an affair?”
“An affair-?” Tony sputters.
“Me and Tony are seeing each other,” Steve finally says, his tone firm. “We’d like to keep our relationship private.”
“Didn’t look very private to me,” Clint mumbles.
“Relationship?” Tony asks in disbelief.
Steve clears his throat, but his shoulders are now squared, his jaw set like when he’s about to hold one of his battle speeches. He ignores Tony, instead looks directly into Natasha’s eyes. “Well- that was irresponsible of us, you’re correct. Still, me and Tony are both adults and don’t need to apologise for dating each other.”
“Dating?!” Tony repeats.
Natasha shrugs, her eyes on Steve. “Don’t look at me. I just find it funny you two were hooking up in a public restroom during a quite decisive formal event.”
“We’re not hooking up,” Steve says pulling a face at the slang. “Like I said, me and Tony are seeing each other.”
“See, you keep saying so, but it seems like Stark just saw a ghost,” Clint comments, which makes all of them turn around to look at Tony.
He’s still staring at Steve with wide eyes. “You think we’re in a relationship?”
“Yeah?” Steve tilts his head. “Isn’t that what we have?”
He looks fairly concerned, his blue eyes big and scared, and Tony’s chest tightens. So Steve does want more. He wants Tony, he wants something serious with Tony.
A smile shows on Tony’s face as he grabs Steve’s hand without thinking too much of it. “Oh. Yeah. A relationship. That’s it. Yeah,” Tony nods. “We do, baby.”
Steve seems relieved, his hand squeezing Tony’s as he smiles.
“You serious? You didn’t know you two were dating?” Clint asks with a raised eyebrow.
Tony shrugs. “You heard everyone? Me and Cap are dating.”
Natasha rolls her eyes, already making her way back to the main hall. Still, her annoyed voice is audible. “This has only just started and it’s already unbearable.”