𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

tweak at his nipples a few times before opening his mouth as they kissed.

Maybe Tony Stark, whatever variant or version, would always be his. In some form or another.

Steve’s hands moved to Tony’s bare torso and started to feel the skin, amazed at the fact that he actually **feeling him.

His fingers seemed to know this man’s body all too well, and moved to —

Steve was going through a multitude of emotions. Things he didn’t want to focus on. All he knew was that the same hands he dreamed of were right here. The same lips. The same heat was pooling between them.

Even if this wasn’t the Tony he had originally fallen in love with, it was still **his Tony.

His arms moved and wrapped around Tony’s neck, and his legs spread to help Tony slot between them.

He had genuinely just meant the case — items his lover had touched and used on him, things he had specially made for Steven… so when he was kissed he was genuinely shocked.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss back though. Those lips were too familiar and craved after. For a moment, everything felt right. —

Steve was panting softly, staring into Tony’s now blue eyes. Desperation over his own face.

“Please. . .” He practically begged, “Just give me what I want, Tony. I need it.”

had left… and Tony lying beneath him… god. It was too much.

and slid it on the ground behind him far enough away so neither of them could take it.

Now on top of Tony, hands on the ground on either side of the man’s head, he looked down at him. In this position, with his emotions running so high, he felt like he was going to cry. He couldn’t lose what he —

“They’re MINE!!!”

He then jumped on top of Tony, taking him to the ground before he tried yanking the case out of his hands.

“Tony, this is the only way I can feel physically connected anymore! Why can’t I keep them?!? Please! They’re not yours to take!!!”

He managed to pull the case away —

length was especially one he liked to use. He could pretend Tony was there sometimes.

“Just stop!”

“No! Tony!”

He grunted, not wanting to break the case… and… this version seemed to be a bit stronger than his Tony. Damn.

“Tony, I still use these on myself sometimes! Stop!” He blurted out, trying to get his things back. They reminded him of Tony.

The dildo made from a cast of Tony’s own —

“No, Tony! They’re mine!”

He started following after him, getting more frustrated.

“You can get your own! Which are not these!”

He got close enough and reached out to grab the handle on the case. Then locked eyes with Tony.

“Why do you want them so bad?”

“What?! Tony! You can’t take that! Those were made for me! They were used on me! My lover made that case up for **us! And it’s — you — you can’t take that!”

He was deathly terrified that Tony was going to take it and one day use them on someone else. That would make his heart break.

Steve felt like his heart was gonna beat right out of his chest. He cleared his throat and nodded in agreement before he walked over and held his hand out for the suit case.

“Agreed. I’ll put that up.”

He inhaled shakily, eyes closed as he were unable to look at Tony right now.

“. . . I was primarily a bottom, Tony. . .”

Steve’s jaw dropped and his face paled. Why was he so embarrassed about this? It was still Tony! The man that did those things to him!!!

Well… kind of… Steve was struggling to wrap his brain around all of that.

“Tony!”

He put his hands on his hips and looked away.

“Those — those are personal!”

bedroom.

“Tony — what are you —”

There was a suit case in his closet, one that had definitely been Tony’s, with tons of toys and lubes and restraints.

If that’s what Tony was looking for, that’s where it was.

It took Steve too long to realize that Tony wasn’t in the bathroom though… and suddenly he got up and ran into his —

Steve just couldn’t get rid of this damn blush! And quite honestly? Thinking about his time with Tony was making him feel a certain type of way.

“. . . Yes. It was easier for us to, uh, do things without others hearing. Why?”

Steve’s cheeks turned bright pink as Tony kept pushing with those personal questions. Part of him was inclined to tell him… but another part reminded himself that this Tony didn’t even know him as a person!

“T-Tony! C’mon, man, I don’t kiss and tell.”

Oh god, that was all too much at once — and the last thing kind of over shadowed the rest.

His eyebrows rose in shock and he blinked.

“Tony — uh — wow…. You… hah, yeah. You were phenomenal.”

hasn’t made the mourning process any easier. I spend a lot of time with Sam, Bucky, and Bruce these days. They help me stay focused. I do limited agent type work… i work at the VA counseling veterans. That’s new, still feeling it out.”

He chuckled a bit and nodded, a sad yet fond smile over his lips. At least his memory of Tony was still full of love.

“Yeah. Biggest dick move you ever pulled,” he said, “But you saved so many people, beings. Me losing my love is a no brainer with the stakes we were faced against.”

“But that —

this type of thing!

“Yeah. It was the first time we said the words… but we had been acting them out for years beforehand. We knew. And we just… left it unsaid. For many reasons… it was more than on again off again..”

It would explain why he was acting so many weird and awkward. But he didn’t know how to navigate —

He glanced over to Tony.

“We were in love.”

“. . . Uh. . . I. . .”

He hadn’t expected that confrontation, and it caught him off guard for a moment. Steve cleared his throat.

“I wouldn’t call it that. It was more. . . I was afraid to verbalize my feelings for a. . . A man. . . and we couldn’t let it interfere with our work.”

—

comfortable like this?”

“Honestly, I’m just trying to give you personal space,” he said, omitting how difficult that was right now. He wanted to hug Tony so tightly that he couldn’t breathe!!!

But that would be 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙. And Tony was already worried about him kissing him randomly!! Steve wouldn’t do it like that!

“Are you —

“. . . Well I mean. . . I 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 slept in worse spaces. . .” he muttered under his breath, but then moved back to the couch. He leaned on the other arm and half laid down.

“There. I’m good. Promise.”