[ he feels kind of bad now, like some sort of heather here to take steve down a notch, to revel in his embarrassment or something. its disarming, being brought out of it like that, seeing him so far out of his element it reminds tony of himself.
equally disarming is that he'd rather kiss him, then mark him. it wouldn't mean anything-- he's just got a thing for the tragically broken. he's fucked practically every girl in hollywood with enough issues to rival his own after all. yeah freud would have a fucking field day with this. and this wasn't the first time tony stark didn't know what to do with himself, but it was certainly an inconvenient one.
ugh, lets just get this over with. his eyes drop first as he leans, nudges his nose against that strong jaw line, a gesture to comfort steve maybe, though he has no reason other than it felt right in that moment to do it. quietly, he starts, ]
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equally disarming is that he'd rather kiss him, then mark him. it wouldn't mean anything-- he's just got a thing for the tragically broken. he's fucked practically every girl in hollywood with enough issues to rival his own after all. yeah freud would have a fucking field day with this. and this wasn't the first time tony stark didn't know what to do with himself, but it was certainly an inconvenient one.
ugh, lets just get this over with. his eyes drop first as he leans, nudges his nose against that strong jaw line, a gesture to comfort steve maybe, though he has no reason other than it felt right in that moment to do it. quietly, he starts, ]
What was it like?