i just want to read about stevetony cuddles 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Never Let Me Go (rated T)
- Fluff, cuddles/snuggles, established relationship, PDA, team is family
Physical affection was nothing new to Tony Stark. He’d always readily kissed and held and demonstrated his feelings physically with his partners. Growing up largely not being shown affection, he could appreciate what value it truly held. Tony wondered if it was a similar circumstance that led Steve to being so cuddly himself.
Tony knew the larger man's history. No father, hard working mother gone constantly and taken too soon from Steve's life. Combine that with Steve being who he was physically before the serum—Tony wagered that there were not a lot of people lining up to get close to the little blond twink, a shame if you asked Tony. Those factors seemed to all culminate into a singular fact: Steve was big on physical affection.
When they had first made their relationship official, Tony had been surprised how readily Steve went public with it. Even more surprised by how open with PDA the soldier was. Perhaps it was the lesson of, ‘I'm not waiting and missing out’ that Steve had so grandly (tragically) learned prior to the ice. Whatever the logic or reason, Tony very quickly realized that Steve was in no way shy about their status as lovers.
Steve held his hand as often as he could, both out of uniform and in it. He rarely said goodbye to Tony without giving him a peck on the mouth or cheek, again never caring if they were in uniform. And as for cuddling, oh well now, that had become a near olympic level sport for Steve Rogers. Yet again, a fact that had taken Tony by surprise.
Maybe it was his own fault for assuming things based on stature, but Tony had thought Steve would gravitate towards the role of big spoon. He had assumed that Steve would be the one giving cuddles. As it turned out, Tony couldn't have been more wrong. Steve constantly sought out snuggles from him, burrowing into Tony's embrace and heat every chance he got.
Crawling in bed? Steve was scooting up close, offering his back and rump to be spooned; or curling impossibly small and tight against Tony's side and chest. Seating was limited? Didn't matter if it was the communal tower space or the back of the jet, Steve would all but sit in Tony's lap with how closely he tucked himself against the playboy's side. The worst—and by worst, Tony clearly meant best—was when they did any form of team relaxation. Movie nights, card games, sitting around shooting the shit; if there was a couch or loveseat involved, Steve was on him like a leach (granted a very cute and endearing leach).
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On screen, Ben Affleck walked animal crackers over Liv Tyler's breasts, poorly narrating a nature documentary.
“I could totally do that to you,” Tony murmured, ducking down a little to speak against Steve's ear. The larger man had claimed his place on top of Tony, head tucked under his boyfriend's chin with his arms curled against Tony's chest.
“Oh yeah?” Steve murmured back.
“Mmhhmm, got the wrack for it.”
Steve laughed and snaked his arms under the other man, holding him tightly and pulling up one of his legs, tucking his knee against the cradle of Tony's hip. “They are pretty great,” Steve admitted.
“Shhhhh! Get a room!” Clint scolded and threw a handful of potato chips at them.
Fixing a mild glare on the archer, Tony brushed the chips off Steve's back. “I own the building, so technically, I have rights to all the rooms.”
“Plus, they've already left enough fluids on that couch to formally mark it as theirs,” Natasha added from her place next to Clint.
“Oh that—that's not something I needed in my head,” Clint groaned dramatically, getting up and heading to the kitchen.
Tony chuckled and wrapped his arms over Steve's shoulders to pull the larger man in more tightly. “We could mark it some more later,” Tony mumbled against Steve's hair.
“Gladly,” Steve responded, levering up slightly onto his elbows and pressing a kiss to Tony's lips.
“Team building is great, but there is such a thing as over sharing,” Bruce piped up from his seat.
“Nah, builds team bonds,” Tony responded.
Patting Steve's shoulder, Tony twisted, starting to roll onto his side. Steve followed his lead, shifting off of him and onto the couch, scooting in close and interlocking their legs. Tony smiled down at his lover when Steve hummed loud and content as he nuzzled against Tony's chest just above the arc.
“Wanna roll over so you can see the movie?” Tony asked, kissing Steve's head.
“Nah, this is good.” Steve tipped his chin and returned the kiss to Tony's throat.
“Yeah… yeah, it is.”
Tony hugged Steve tightly and let his eyes close, not caring about the movie or their friends. He felt Steve press a kiss to the edge of the arc and sighed in deep relaxation, knowing full well in minutes he would be falling asleep here with Steve wrapped around him.
