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Prompt: Sweaters

When Tony woke up, he was disappointed to see that Steve was already out of bed. His husband wasn't anywhere to be seen, but the bed was still warm where he had been laying, so the blonde couldn't have left too much earlier. The alarm clock on Steve's side of the large bed began chiming an annoyingly high-pitched note. Tony groaned and buried his face back into his pillow before reaching over and smacking the offending object to make it stop. When all was quiet again, Tony could hear the faint sound of the shower and Christmas music.

The shower turned off, and shortly after, a cloud of steam was released from the bathroom as Steve walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. The man's muscular chest still glistened with water droplets. Tony grinned mischievously. And a very good morning to me!

Unfortunately, Steve walked past the bed and made his way to the dresser, pulling out a pair of underwear and a white undershirt. After putting on the undergarments (much to Tony's dismay), Steve walked to the closet and added a pair of jeans and a christmas sweater to his outfit. Personally, Tony thought he had looked just fine in the towel, so, being the pain in the ass that he prided himself in being, he decided to protest.

"No, Steve, don't put clothes on!" he whined, sitting up in bed. "Why are you out of bed yet? It's only," he glanced at the clock. "Six o'clock!"

Noticing for the first time the chill in the air, he crossed his arms over his tee shirt and feigned violent shudders. "It's too cold."

He patted the bed next to him and said in a voice that was equal parts eager, seductive, and teasing, "We should just stay in bed all day."

Steve chuckled and moved around to Tony's side of the bed. The blonde man sat next to Tony, who scooted his legs over to make more room for him.

"Y'know Steve, as hot as you make that sweater look, imagine how much better it would look on the floor." Tony tried his hardest to make his husband stay, but it was getting difficult to concentrate as Steve's large hand moved onto his cheek. Unable to help himself anymore, Steve leaned forward and pressed his lips against Tony's. Tony immediately responded, trying to deepen the kiss. Steve laughed against his husband's desperate mouth and pulled back.

"I don't know what has you in such a good mood this morning, Tony, but I really wish you would pick a better day to do it." Steve stood up from the bed as Tony pouted.

"What do you have to do that's so important that you can't spare a couple hours or so for your husband?" Tony demanded.

Steve moved back to closet and grabbed a pair of shoes and socks as he responded. "Well, Tony, someone has to take our son to school."

Tony rolled his eyes as Steve sat on the end of the bed. The brunette man crawled up behind Steve as he put on socks. Tony kissed Steve's neck before replying, "Peter's a smart kid. He doesn't really need school." He threw in another kiss to the neck before adding, "Come back to bed."

Steve sat still for a minute, almost seeming to consider the idea. Tony silently cheered him on. Ultimately, however, the blonde stood up.

God dammit. Tony thought.

"As tempting as that offer is, Mr. Stark, I'm afraid our son's education has to take priority over what I want."

In a last ditch effort, Tony climbed off the bed and stood facing Steve, who (from the look in his eyes) knew what was coming. The shorter man reached up and pulled Steve's face to his, locking their lips. He pressed himself as closely to Steve as was physically possible as the other man wrapped his strong arms around his back. The christmas sweater on Steve's chest was soft to the touch. Tony's lips strayed from Steve's, making their way to his neck, kissing and pausing to nibble on his ear lobe.

"Tony…" Steve mumbled warningly. Tony pulled back, a triumphant grin on his face as he saw Steve's flushed cheeks. The brunette turned and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Don't you have to take Peter to school?" He asked cheekily.

Steve clearly looked frustrated as he took a deep breath. "Yeah."

As he made his way to the door, Steve turned back to Tony, who looked up at him innocently.

"You- just-" Steve struggled to find words. "Stay right there. I'll be back in ten minutes."

Tony smiled up at him seductively. "I'll be waiting."

Steve left the room reluctantly, and Tony chuckled to himself as he laid on his back on the bed, the feel of Steve and that damn sweater still on his hands.