This one's for nightwalker.
Collarbone Kiss
"Steve."
Steve hummed in response, eyes fixed on the drawing he was trying to finish. It wasn't particularly interesting as it was about a bowl of fruit that Clint insisted on keeping in the living room because magazines had them, but Steve was going to finish this because it was the fifth time he'd started.
Don't get him started on what happened the last several times.
"Steve."
Steve carefully shaded in the apple, humming again in response but definitely not listening.
"Steeeve."
"Uh-huh." Steve squinted slightly at the banana, wondering if he should really add the plastic spider that was dangling off the end of it. What was it doing there anyway?
"I'm gonna go make out with Thor."
"Sounds good." Steve held the drawing up to the light, filling in the round body of the spider.
"I'm getting Rhodey for a threesome. You in for being the filling?"
"Great." Steve drew in the dangly legs, adding little wiggle lines because he could.
"You're not listening to me." Somebody draped himself over Steve's shoulders, head coming to rest in the crook of Steve's neck.
"Let me finish this," Steve murmured, angling his head away from Tony's messy hair to finish the body of the spider.
"You've been working on that for ages." Tony mouthed at his neck. "You just agreed to a threesome without batting an eye."
Now Steve was distracted by Tony sucking on his neck. "Huh - what?"
"I'm gonna call Rhodey," Tony continued, trailing up to nip at Steve's earlobe. "And he's going to come right over because having sex with an American idol has been his dream—"
"Tony, what?" Steve managed to stop Tony from mauling his neck long enough to give him an incredulous look. "I did not agree to having sex with Rhodey."
Tony blinked at him, face the picture of innocence. "You did. I even have it on tape. JARVIS?"
Steve held up a hand before JARVIS could pull it up. "No, JARVIS, don't."
Tony pulled himself over the couch and draped himself over Steve before the other could stop him, pushing aside the sketchbook as he did. "Now that I have your undivided attention…" He leaned in for a quick kiss, pecking Steve on the lips.
Steve eyed the fruit bowl in dismay. "Tony…"
"The fruit bowl can wait," Tony said in a low tone that did positively sinful things to Steve's body. He shuddered before he could stop himself.
"That's it…" Tony murmured softly, ducking his head to plant a warm kiss on Steve's collarbone. He followed this with several smaller kisses and nips up Steve's neck, finishing with a warm, soft kiss on Steve's jaw line, right at the place where he couldn't stop another full-body shudder of pleasure.
"I wasn't done," Steve managed, head dropping back to the couch. This opened up his neck to Tony, who proceeded to scrape his teeth right at Steve's pulse point..
"It can wait." Tony nipped at his pulse, planting a kiss there a moment later.
That was all Steve could take. With a huff, he flipped them over so he was on top, bending down to take Tony's mouth in his own, his hand snaking under Tony's shirt with a single-minded intent.
The fruit bowl could wait.
But the sketchbook ended up being too crumpled to draw on, and somehow the TV managed to make away with it when Steve wasn't looking. Set in either That Damn Tank Top or The Silent War. The 'verse is up to you.
