Oh my god, who turned on the sun, was Tony's first thought waking up that morning. His second thought of course was how the hell did I get here, I was doing a thing in the lab with Bruce-

That's when he noticed the extremely muscular arm around his waist.

Oh. Steve.

He would be upset because god dammit he didn't mean to fall asleep, when did Steve even carry him up here, but then again it wasn't every day that he got to lay in bed in the mornings with Steve. Especially ever since they put Peter in his "big-boy bed" and he could now get out of bed without them.

He decided to just lie down and snuggle up into Steve and let him spoon him and hell-lo someone's a little excited this morning.

Okay, yeah, he knew morning wood was a thing. That didn't stop the fact that Steve's morning wood is basically like some other guys full on boner, I mean super enhanced human perfection, right? Of course he wasn't going to complain, when they said the serum enhanced everything they meant everything which was great for Tony because he loved feeling that man moving inside him, hitting all the right places-

Peter would be asleep for a while… right?

"Steve," Tony whispered. "Steeeeeeve."

Steve groaned and rolled over, elbowing Tony in the chest in the process.

"Ow," Tony rubbed his pec, "you little… it's a good thing you're hot, damn it."

Steve snorted.

"Steeeeeeve. What time does Peter usually wake up on Sundays?"

"Mmmm… like 8 o'clock, so enjoy it."

"You wanna do it?"

"What?" Steve rolled over, much more awake now apparently. The little shit.

"Let's have like a quicky. Please, I'm so horny right now and we haven't had sex in like 6 days."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Six days. Really?"

"Six days, eight hours, and thirty six minutes if you want to get specific, I mean-"

"You've been counting down the time since the last time we had sex?" Steve asked incredulously. "You're incorrigible."

Tony smirked, "Yeah, you're saying that but I think your dick agrees with me. Look at it, it's like standing at attention and everything. Its parade resting it's so patient, I swear your dick is like awaiting orders right now-"

"Shut the hell up and come here." Steve climbed on top and Tony and settled between his legs, grinding against Tony just enough to get just the sound out of him that he wanted.

"Oh my god, I've been waiting so long-"

Steve quickly kissed him to shut him up, hard and dirty, teeth clashing, tongues down each other's throats. Hands were roaming everywhere and Steve groaned into Tony's mouth when he felt his hand slip down the front of his boxers.

"Hey, when I said quicky, I meant it. It's like quarter till eight, budge over."

Hands in each other pants getting each other off, hands jerking hard and fast, Steve got as far "God, fuck, more Tony…" when they heard it.

"Daddy, why you hurtin' Papa!?"

They jumped apart so fast Tony was pretty sure he gave himself whiplash. Steve was sputtering on the bed, bunching up the covers over his crotch, turning redder than a fire truck and looking like he would like nothing more than to just drop dead right there. Tony, ears red and slightly embarrassed, it was just a hand job, and least he hadn't walked in when they were actually doing it. Better defuse the situation before Steve combusts spontaneously.

"I wasn't hurting him, Petey-bear, we were… uh," He looked over at Steve for help but all he got was a head shake with Steve's face in his hands. I didn't know humans could turn that red.

"Wrestling!" Tony shouted, suddenly struck by stupid genius. He remembered Rhodey telling him about this time he walked in on his parents doing it, like going to town doing it, and them telling him they were "wrestling." Of course once he was old enough to know what was going on he sent them his therapy bill. "Daddy and Papa were just wrestling, you know? Practicing in case someone ever comes in and, um, tries to get us when we're asleep!"

Peter's got bigger and his bottom lip trembled. "People are gonna get you in your sleep?!"

"They won't now cuz we practiced that, right Steve?" Silence. "Right, okay, so how about you go wake Uncle Bird-Brain from his nest so he can make you some pancakes and Daddy and Papa will be out in a sec, ok?"

Peter looked at them suspiciously, but nodded anyway and walked away, his Hulk plushy dragging on the ground behind him.

Very awkward silence. Like wow, awkward as fuck.

"Dear lord, kill me now…" Steve muttered.

Tony rolled his eyes before glaring at the ceiling. "A little warning next time, J?"

"I apologize, sir," JARVIS said, sounding amused and not sorry at all. "The two of you seemed rather preoccupied, I did not feel it prudent to intrude."

"Fuck you, JARVIS."

Tony burst out laughing.