"…Tony," Steve asked as he walked into living room, a certain fabric draped over his arm. His voice was low; a deep layer of confusion and surprise was within it. "What are these?" He held up a pair of pants for Tony to see.
Tony popped his head out from under the magazine he had draped over his face. "Oh those?" Steve nodded looking at Tony curiously. A smirk formed on Tony's face. "A present."
Steve scoffed at the idea, throwing the fabric in Tony's face. Tony caught them smoothly. "Leather pants!"
"I thought they were fitting," Tony explained. "I thought you would like it."
"What makes you think I would like a pair of leather pants?"
"I would like it," Tony answered, raising his eyebrow seductively, pulling the pants up so that they were in line with Steve's perfect figure. The grin on his face only grew with Steve's discomfort.
"No. I'm not wearing leather pants."
"But you'd look so good in them," Tony finally admitted, a drawl in his tone. As he walked up to Steve, the super solider was blushing profusely. The blush practically went down his neck as Tony felt the need to grab his ass. "Especially this."
"I'm not wearing them! Especially not for that!"
"Your armor is practically leather anyways. You should be used to it."
Steve buried his face in his hands. "No. Just no."
Song: Leather Pants by LittleKuriboh
A/N: You guys have no idea how much fun I've had with this one. I'd been holding off jokes about Steve's ass this whole time.
I REGRET NOTHING!