After the shower they had gotten dressed and sat down for the rest of the conversation they both knew needed to happen between them. It had been a long time coming, to say the least. Tony could read the blatant relief on Steve's face as they sorted out everything that had hung between them for so long. If they were going to start a relationship Steve insisted that they were going to give themselves a fair chance and start things off healthily. After the heavy conversation was over with, Tony shifted gears to lighten the mood by flirting wholeheartedly with his boyfriend, an exclusive label they had agreed upon.

Despite everything, despite all of the mutual feelings they confirmed and all of the issues they sorted out, Steve was still hesitant to move back into the Stark Tower. When Tony suggested they throw a load of laundry in and go for a quickie on top of the machine to save some time before they pack Steve had admonished him.

"I'm all for doing some laundry," Steve chuckled, throwing a few articles in to one of the few empty boxes he had unpacked and then stripping the sheets off his bed. "But I really don't think it's a good idea to move in together again, alright? At least not right away. I don't want to be a burden on you or anythin'. I'll visit there and you can come here whenever you want, but maybe we should take it slower for now."

He thought that for at least a while they should try to be happy with each other in separate domestic spheres. For Steve, in the time that he came from cohabitation was something that people only did when they had been dating for quite some time, when they intended to marry each other and start their families. It seemed like they would be skipping a very significant step if he moved back in right away, especially since they were official now. However Tony saw no reason for Steve to stay in a run-down apartment and told him so. Steve kissed him softly, but insisted.

Unfortunately, so did Tony. He snorted. Steve glanced at him, but said no more.

"Oh, you mean you're serious?" he asked incredulously. "Stevie, honey, we can slow things down if you want to, but you really don't have to stay here. All your furniture is back at mine, and not all of it is going to fit in this little place."

"I don't need all of that–" Steve argued, but Tony cut him off.

"Well of course I know you don't need it, but it's yours. I bought it for you. Call it a gift. Call the whole room a gift. You know it's very rude not to graciously accept a gift, don't you Steve?"

Steve picked up the box full of clothing and linens with ease and balanced it on his hip as he shuffled his weight around on either foot. So it had been Tony who had purchased those expensive looking oak sets... But he wasn't sure he could just move back in. Everyone was bound to know what had happened between them, and if they didn't they would as soon as he walked in. His collarbones were marked up with love bites and he was fairly certain that even if he managed to hide those their friends would be able to smell Tony on him from a mile away regardless.

"Fine then, I accept. Thank you. But I'll be keeping this place too." He turned away quickly and did a once over of the room for anymore clothing.

Since his clothes were effectively ruined, Steve had lent Tony another set of his clothes to wear until he could get home and get something that actually fit him. He didn't measure up to Steve in several ways, so his clothes were just big enough on Tony to be really cute. Sleeves extended just past his wrists and hung a little on his shoulders, so he rolled them tight to his elbows.

Steve found and scooped both the pants and torn shirt his boyfriend had been wearing into the basket without saying anything to the other man. Steve fully intended to wash the pants and return them, but he wanted to keep the stupid shirt. It wasn't as though Tony didn't have a million white button down shirts, anyways. It was going straight into his drawer but it couldn't do that if it was still covered in cum. That was just unsanitary.

Tony followed him around the little apartment, talking loudly, complaining. "You know, you're doing it again. Yes, that. Please don't start with that again." Steve paused and looked at him, perplexed. Tony made a pleased sound and kissed him chastely when their gazes met. "That thing where you won't look me in the eyes– that thing where you avoid me. It'd be great if we didn't do that."

"Sorry," Steve replied quickly. "It's just... embarrassing. It's new, I mean. I've never done... Any of that with anyone else before. Just, u-uhm, alone. So the 'day after' sensation is a little weird. I'll get over it, sorry. I just need a little time."

"Time? Sweetheart, we have all the time in the world. Now, swallow a little of that embarrassment and lead me to this laundry room. Let's get this done so I can take you home." He shushed Steve with a finger to his lips when he tried to protest. "You can keep this place if you want to, but mine is the one you're gonna call home, alright? We'll talk about you taking up permanent residence again later. Now, laundry remember? Hot sex on a big vibrating platform. Let's have at it, yeah?"

Steve laughed as Tony held the door open for him to pass through with the big box of clothing. "We're not having sex down there, Tony. Anyone could walk in on us at any time. I'm still trying to make friends with the neighbours and I don't think the last few days really helped on that frontier."

The blush that coloured Steve's cheeks was precious. He moved briskly down the hallway so Tony had to jog a little to keep up with him.

Tony grinned lecherously. "Of course, kitten. Isn't that half the fun? Have a little sense of adventure, carpe diem a little."

The look on Steve's face made him laugh out loud again. He wanted to take Steve's hand but the box prevented him from getting a hold of it without running the risk of tipping the contents out in the middle of the hallway, an act he didn't think the blonde would be pleased about.

"You're unbelievable. Incorrigible. Insatiable." The Captain chuckled.

Tony winked, "And I'm all yours, now."

When they arrived in the laundry room, a small room with three machines that lined the wall and two dryers that sat opposite them, Tony couldn't really make himself useful because he had never actually had to do a load of laundry in his life. He lifted himself up to sit on a vacant machine while Steve separated the colours from the whites and dropped the items into the water, making light conversation as he did so.

He noticed Tony's gaze lingering on his hands as he worked for a few minutes before he spoke up. "What, never seen a guy do laundry before?"

"No," Tony answered honestly, meeting Steve's baby blues. "Never really seen anyone do laundry, to be honest. Wasn't a thing I usually had to worry about, stuff to wear would just kind of show up. Didn't even have to buy it most of the time."

Steve hummed, turning back to the task at hand. They really were from different worlds. "That sounds terrible, to be honest."

"That's... an unusual response," laughed Tony.

"Sure, it'd be nice for a while, maybe," Steve shrugged. "But I feel like that kind of thing sort of... lacks control. Feels empty. You seem like a guy who likes to be in control of everything. I get that, you know. I am too. I mean, look what I did to myself just to be in control."

He gestured widely to himself. Tony nodded, listening with rapt attention. Steve cleared his throat and moved on.

"Washing machines like this weren't really a thing when I was growing up, anyways. First automatic I ever saw was an ol' Bendix. Before the war, 'round '37 I think? But I never actually used one 'til I'd been doing the Captain America thing for a while, either. They were a pretty penny when they first hit the market and a lot of people were pretty hard-up before the war. Before that we just did it by hand and hung them on a line between the buildings. A bachelor had to do be able to do things for him..." Steve paused and then faltered. "...self. Oh, geez, sorry. That was kind of rude, huh? I'm not judging you or anythin'."

He looked up at Tony apologetically, but Tony's lips curved into a little smile. His eyes were warm and soft. "Nah. Pretty much sums it up, actually. Anyways I'm kind of a fan of the idea of you in your 'skivvies' waiting around for the suit to clean up."

Steve chuckled. He'd had more than one suit, so waiting around in his underwear wasn't really a thing that happened. But he decided not to ruin it for the other man.

The thick tension that had lied between them for so long seemed to be entirely forgotten in the moment of quiet that followed. It was wonderful to finally feel so comfortable in Tony's immense presence.

He poured the soap flakes in and shut the lid before Tony had him gently by the collar of his white tee and was dragging him towards him for another kiss. It actually had started out rather chaste but Steve pressed in further, cradling the back of Tony's head in his large hands. Tony moaned into his mouth; he swallowed the noise.

"Why, Steven!" Tony murmured between insistent kisses, "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were warming up to the idea of debauching the laundry room? Have I truly corrupted you so soon?"

Steve smiled but was too preoccupied to respond, too busy trying to open the fly on the jeans he'd lent to the slightly smaller man. Tony bucked his hips against Steve's hands, making the task an unecessarily difficult one to complete.

"Why do I even own these pants, they're terrible," he growled against Tony's mouth in frustration before he finally got them unbuttoned. He ceased his ministrations, much to the dismay of his partner, in order to turn the dial on the machine and have the ancient thing shudder and sputter to life. He ignored the grabby-hands Tony made in his direction to go at least close the door. It was a public space so it didn't have a lock, but he hoped that the closing of a door that was usually open would encourage people to at least knock before entering.

Tony, with his stunning lack of patience, slid himself off the vacant washer and opted to try to get Steve to continue by pressing flush against his back and rutting against him. Steve whirled on him and lifted the shorter man up by his waist; Tony responded immediately by wrapping his legs around Steve's hips to allow the other to direct him wherever he wanted.

"I'm flexible," Tony gasped. Steve ceased peppering his throat with kisses and raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, I'm versatile. Well, I'm flexible, too. But what I'm trying to say is I want to bottom. I'll bottom if you want to top."

Steve almost dropped him. The alpha hormones in him stirred with interest, the thought of dominating the other alpha made him deliriously excited.

"You sure?" he asked.

Tony nodded fervently in confirmation as Steve pressed their groins together, laying his palm flat against Tony's ass to support the bulk of his weight and grinding their erections firmly.

"I've never been more sure," he insisted. He couldn't suppress the moan that burst forth from him when Steve dropped him on the still-vibrating washing machine. The vibration shook him pleasantly, a steady thrum reverberated through his whole body. Steve spread his legs wide enough to put himself between them and palmed at Tony's cock while their tongues stroked each other.

Tony's eyes had drifted closed as his brow scrunched in bliss. He practically turned to mush in Steve's hands.

Steve pushed Tony's pants down his hips and pulled them off in one fluid motion. He had wanted to leave them at his thighs for the sake of having them readily available to pull up quickly should the need arise but they restricted his range of motion too much. He also noted that the brunet had opted not to wear the boxers he had left out for him. He fought the swelling embarrassment that grew in his chest over the fact that he had been so easily persuaded to engage in public sexual activity as he slid his own pants down to just around the middle of his thighs; just enough to ease his aching erection out without dropping his drawers. As soon as it was out Tony's hand was on him, stroking firmly to keep him hard and ready. Steve did the same as he surveyed the area.

"Did you think to grab lube?" Steve asked him, looking for a substitute.

"No," gasped Tony after a pause. The violently shaking machine underneath him and the hand on his dick were serving as very effective distractions.

Steve stared at him, exasperated. He had been the one who wanted to come down here and get fucked in the first place and he hadn't put a thought in to preparation? Steve stopped his hand. Tony cried out indignantly and thrust his hips in an attempt to facilitate his own friction.

"I'm going to need lube if I'm gonna fuck ya." Steve's voice was husky in his ear, causing a full-body tremor to shiver through him.

Tony snapped at him. He found himself demanding Steve just go in dry, demanding he move that fucking hand and don't he dare stop now! But the blond only chuckled and removed the hand that encircled him entirely in favour of gripping his partner by the chin.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw, believe me I will. But I don't wanna really hurt ya." Tony practically whimpered into his mouth at that tone when Steve kissed him again, nibbling at his lips gently.

Blue eyes stared into him with a burning heat that Tony thought might actually set him on fire if he looked into it any longer, so he broke the connection and frantically looked around for something they could use.

His hips stuttered against the machine as he shuffled for the stimulation as Steve started to tortuously roll his hips again. Before long he took the hand Steve still rested under his chin and put the fingers in his mouth. He slurped obscenely, coating each finger with saliva, before removing the digits and looking back up at Steve hopefully. Steve watched him in wonder for another heartbeat or two, before spitting in that same palm and wrapping it around Tony again.

"What a good boy you are, thinking on your toes," Steve encouraged, stroking mercilessly as Tony cried out again. "But saliva isn't very good lube." Tony's voice filled the room, sounding like sweet music to Steve, but he kissed him again to muffle the sound. This wasn't exactly the place for noise, even if he really wanted to hear it. "Lucky for you, though, it looks like someone left some hand lotion. Not exactly preferable, but we'll have to make do, won't we?"

Tony felt Steve lean to reach past his head for something, but couldn't open his eyes to observe any longer. He just nodded to whatever Steve said. He felt over-stimulated and hyper-aware of every movement, the sensations overrode his need to see. As Steve continued to murmur filthy things in his ear Tony wondered where the hell this supposed virgin had gotten so good at talking dirty.

He didn't see when Steve pumped a generous amount of lotion into his palm, he didn't see Steve smooth the substance around three of his fingers, but he certainly felt it when Steve tilted him back against the rocking machine and eased the first one around and the into him. His eyes flew open to blindness for a few seconds before he could make out Steve's face smiling down at him and hushing him gently.

When he had said he was versatile he had meant it. He was certainly open to the idea of being done by the super soldier, but he had neglected to mentioned that he had never actually been penetrated by another actual person this way. His experience rested with a roughly 6" piece of plastic that he had bought ages ago embarrassingly enough because it had been on a brazen display in a sex shop window and was the colour of Steve's eyes. He had tried to convince himself that was romantic somehow, but he was pretty sure it was just fucking weird so he didn't say anything about it.

Still, even that experience hadn't been enough to prepare him for what is was actually like to have someone who cares about you leaning over you and gently stretching you open. He could feel a slight shakiness in Steve's hands, he presumed from the effort of going slow when his instincts told him to take. He could feel the heat from Steve's skin as he blushed over the fact that his fingers were inside Tony and probably from fantasies of actually easing himself inside. He could feel the ache starting in his thighs as he stretched them as wide as he could to accommodate the presence between them, something he hadn't really needed to consider alone. All of these differences stirred nerves in him, but he was pretty sure this feeling was still part of the happiest he had ever been.

Steve eased the next two fingers in one by one, stretching and gauging Tony's reactions to determine whether or not they were ready. He told Tony how silky he was inside, how much he wanted to be inside him, how beautiful he looked. He wasn't even sure if Tony was actually listening to or comprehending a word he said, but he couldn't help himself. He eventually asked Tony if he thought he was ready, and the brunet sobbed an affirmative response.

The blond eased Tony down off the washing machine. He promptly fell forward limply against his shoulders, his thighs shaking noticeably with arousal. Steve kissed him gently, but shortly as he turned him around and pressed his front into the vibration of the machine. Tony found himself surprised by the action and wasn't able to stop the hoarse shout that leapt from his throat. He saw Steve's hands reach past him one more time and take one more pump of the unscented lotion, before the hands that held him up returned his hips and he was finally impaled on Steve's thick cock.

"Oh, Steve, fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, you feel...!" Tony stopped trying to control the volume of his voice. He could hear Steve shushing him over his shoulder but he couldn't have cared less.

Once fully seated, Steve leaned forward to press the length of his body into the expanse of Tony's back, not only pushing his dick more tightly into the washing machine but also drowning Tony in the full effect of his scent. Something spicier than that rustic sweetness of his heat-scent, but still entirely Steve. Steve's arms moved upwards and around him, one coming to rest so his palm lay open handed against the arc reactor in Tony's chest, and the other stretching up to press over his mouth to muffle the noise.

"You feel amazing, Tony, oh my God." Steve gasped. "I can't believe it took so long for us to start this." His hips began alternate jack-hammering rapidly and rolling slowly with genuine care that helped to ease the dull pain Tony felt. They worked together to set a steady rhythm that worked well for both him and Steve.

It wasn't long before Steve located his prostate and pounded against it. He swapped angles occasionally to keep his partner guessing. Tony was crying out for release before long from behind Steve's hand, whose fingers had pressed into his mouth just a little to stifle him.

"Not yet, Tony. Jus' hold on an' it's gonna be so good when ya finally let go," the vaguely Brooklyn accent growing heady.

Tony whined around those long fingers, legs scrambling for that perfect angle. Steve's hand dragged down his chest and looped around his leg to hold him at the opportune position for hammering soundly on his prostate. Tony practically screamed. Steve's fingers tasted vaguely of the hand lotion but he couldn't stop himself from laving them with his tongue anyways.

The machine rattled to a stop and produced a shrill beep! to signal that the load was washed. As soon as it stopped Steve's hand dropped from his mouth and caught his weeping cock, tugging it with renewed vigour.

"Time's up," he rasped into Tony's ear, taking a commanding tone. "Cum."

That was that. The multiple forms of stimulation had brought him right to the edge, and Steve's permission had tipped him right over his plateau. Tony cursed loudly as he unloaded himself against the front of the machine. His body engaged in a wholehearted spasm that subsequently caused Steve's orgasm. Steve pulled out quickly, wrapping his arms around Tony's middle and clinging desperately as he spilled mostly between Tony's legs or onto the machine as his partner had.

They stood like that for a couple moments, enjoying the post-orgasm afterglow, exchanging sweet words, and kissing tenderly before they remembered their situation. Though reluctantly, they separated and respectively tucked themselves back into their pants. It was a wonder no one had come down to investigate the noise, but they were best off not pushing their luck and hurried to get rid of the evidence.

"Grab the bleach there and use one of the whites to wipe off the, uh, mess? I'll move these to the dryer." Steve pointed the bottle he meant out to Tony and moved across the room to throw the wet clothing into the other machine. Tony looked dazed but complied. He grabbed the first shirt off the top and went to soak it with the liquid, before noticing what he was holding.

Tony snorted. "Is this mine?" He held the shirt open for Steve to look at, the missing buttons and wrinkles in the shapes of fists indicative of the answer.

Steve flushed dark red and turned away. "Yeah, I sorta wanted it. Sorry–" He paused before looking back at Tony, meeting his eyes head on despite his embarrassment. "Actually, you know what, I'm not sorry. I want it, so I'm going to go ahead and keep that one. Hurry up and put it in the wash or it'll stain and I'll never get it clean."

"Bossy," Tony laughed, throwing the even-dirtier shirt into the machine and continuing with the others the same way Steve had done with the coloured clothing before, endlessly pleased with the confidence that seemed to be returning to Steve in terms of things pertaining to the two of them.

"Mhm," hummed Steve. "You like it, though."

Tony said nothing, but turned and winked at his partner.

Steve chuckled. "Enough, hurry up. I want to grab another shower, and then we're going home."

A hesitant knock sounded on the door.

Tony bit back the pleased reply he was going to offer for Steve calling the tower home as he had requested, turning back to the task at hand instead. Neither of them replied but the door opened a second later. A handsome middle-aged blonde woman stepped in with a basket of her own laundry in her arms, leaving the door wide open behind her.

"Oh! Good morning, Steve," she smiled.

Steve nodded with a polite smile in return and a soft, "Good morning, ma'am."

He exchanged a relieved look with Tony, who smiled back knowingly. He whistled a hearty tune before mumbling a soft, "Yes, it most certainly is."

And that's all for now! Thanks for reading :)