A/N: I'd like to thank all of you who have read through to the end. It's been a wonderful journey and I'm to have had you all along for the ride.

When Tony managed to pry his eyes open, Steve had his head propped in his hand and was smiling down at him.

"Hi," he said. "Glad to see you made it."

Tony pulled Steve down into a languid kiss. "Goddamn, that was intense."

"I know," Steve said. "I could see it in your expression." He kissed Tony again. "I love all the beautiful faces you make when you're enjoying yourself."

"Yep," Tony said. "I've been told I'm very expressive when I'm getting my brains fucked out." He frowned. "Hey, wait a minute here. You little weasel. I can't believe you."

Steve pulled back, his smile fading. "What's the matter?"

Tony swatted at Steve's shoulder. "It's our wedding night and you're still weaseling out of sex with me. I didn't marry you so you could be celibate the rest of your life. You do have a sex drive, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Steve said. He guided Tony's hand down to his crotch so Tony could feel his arousal. "I just like watching you make all those beautiful faces and know that I'm making you feel that good."

"And you can see all the beautiful faces I make when you fuck me. I don't know what stuff Bruce showed you, but anal sex is not all doggy style and shoving your partner up against the wall and having your way with them. That can be fun too, but I know it's not your thing. So, I can lay back just like this and let you do your lovemaking magic so we can both be happy."

"Okay."

Tony blinked. "That's it? You're okay with this?"

Steve cupped his face in his hands. "I love you, Tony. And I want to make love to you."

"But," Tony prompted.

"But we're going to do this nice and slow. I don't want to hurt you."

Well, duh. Steve was all about taking things slowly. And Tony was kind of coming around to his point of view. Sometimes good things were even better after waiting a long time for them to happen. Anticipation seemed to be Steve's favorite form of foreplay.

Tony grabbed a handful of Steve's shirt. "Let's start by getting you out of these stuffy clothes."

Steve shed his suit jacket and allowed Tony to help him out of his shirt. Tony was glad for another opportunity to run his hands over Steve's glorious abs. It really was a shame that someone had invented shirts.

Steve's breath hitched as Tony's hands wandered lower, cupping him through his pants. He definitely meant it when he said he wanted sex. He was just too goddamn patient for his own good. Tony couldn't imagine just sitting there with a massive erection and doing everything but taking care of it.

"Tony," Steve groaned, bucking against his hand.

Yeah, now he was impatient.

Reluctantly, Tony removed his hand from Steve's groin so he could help him wiggle out of his pants and his underwear.

There. Finally. Steve was wonderfully, gloriously, amazingly, beautifully naked. And Tony was dying to feel his awesome, magnificent-

"You're going to start running out of adjectives pretty soon," Steve warned.

Fuck. Talking out loud again. Well, it was Steve's fault. How was Tony expected to stay rational when had all that hotness in front of him? Gorgeous, gorgeous Steve. He could just stare at him all night.

"Please don't," Steve said. "You're going to give me a complex."

"Bullshit. You deserve to know how hot you are." Tony stroked Steve's side. "You're the kind of man people used to honor by building statues of them."

Ah, that was a great idea. They could really classy up the Tower with a couple statues of Steve in heroic poses. Now that was fine art Tony could really appreciate.

Steve groaned. "You keep talking like that and I'm going to have performance issues. I'm nervous enough as it is."

"Don't be nervous. Sex is easy. You just take it nice and easy the first time. And since that's practically your motto anyway, you should do fine."

Steve sighed. "You've had so many partners with more experience than me."

"I don't care about experience. Most of them just saw me as another warm body and didn't give a damn whether I enjoyed myself or not. So, you're already way ahead of them in my book. And besides, it'll be fun to teach you all my tricks."

Steve smiled and reached for the jar of lube.

Tony dropped his head back down against the mattress and closed his eyes.

Finally. Fucking finally.

He spread his legs open wider and tried to relax as Steve again probed him with cold, slick fingers, this time adding a third. It hurt just a little, but Tony was more than ready for Steve to finally breach his body.

Tony sucked in a breath and willed his body to adjust. Steve was just a bit bigger than the guys he was used to. And Steve was definitely taking it easy, pushing in inch by inch. But still, Tony had never been stretched open this far. He was really going to feel it in the morning.

By the time Steve was fully sheathed inside, Tony was panting with the effort it took to stay relaxed. Goddamn Steve was big. He was really going to enjoy it once he got used to Steve's size. At the moment, the fullness felt a little uncomfortable. But already the pain was starting to dull.

"Oh, Tony, you feel so good," Steve whispered brokenly.

"Don't move yet," Tony said. "Just, just savor the moment."

"I am." Steve kissed his way up Tony's neck. "I had no idea sex was supposed to be like this. It's indescribable."

Tony squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable. "Must be why you never enjoyed your time with Nurse Whatshername. You're more of an ass man."

"Course I am. I married you, didn't I?"

Tony eyed him suspiciously, but Steve just looked down at him lovingly.

Steve leaned forward to kiss him again. "You okay?" he asked.

Tony's eyes trailed over Steve's body, picking up the subtle signs of strain. His arms were trembling just a little bit from holding his weight off Tony and there was a little sweat beading up on his forehead. Still, Steve could probably maintain this position all night if Tony asked him to. Because he loved Tony and was willing to do anything for him.

It was still hard to believe this selfless man had actually married him.

Tony exhaled slowly. "Okay," he said. "Start moving."

Steve didn't need to be told to go slow. He rolled his hips forward with a groan, but his eyes stayed fixed on Tony's face the entire time, searching for any sign of pain. Tony had thought the missionary position was pretty boring and unsatisfying. It got the job done, but that was it. But he realized he liked keeping eye contact with Steve. Steve's eyes were almost iridescent this close, glassy with pleasure. Tony knew he was still being attentive, still being careful with his strength, but it was a thrill to see Steve start to relax, start to enjoy himself for once.

He curled his hands around Steve's back, moaning as Steve adjusted the angle of his thrusts.

So, maybe he was kind of getting off on the intimacy.

It wasn't the weirdest kink he had ever had. He had been into some really freaky shit in his younger days. Wanting to gaze lovingly into Steve's eyes and run a hand over his chest while they made love was only weird in the fact that it was so normal.

This wasn't a one-night stand. He was going to wake up in the morning with Steve in his bed and be absolutely happy he was still there. And he was looking forward to sleeping with Steve over and over and over again for the rest of their lives. He couldn't wait for the post-battle thank-god-you're-alive sex, makeup sex after an argument, birthday sex, anniversary sex, and just normal everyday sex because it was with Steve and that was all that mattered.

"I love you," Steve said.

"Love you, too." He looped his arms over the back of Steve's neck and pulled him down into another languid kiss.

Steve was doing really well for his first time having sex with a man. Probably because all the long months they had spent just cuddling. Steve knew his body so well now, knew exactly how to kiss him and where he was the most sensitive. It really was the best sex Tony had ever had. And it was only going to get better after Steve had more practice.

He fought to keep his eyes open as orgasm hit. His vision started to blur, but Steve's gasp was clearly audible. Tony clamped down, drawing a helpless, choked noise from Steve as he hit his own orgasm.

Tony peeled his eyes open, grinning at the look of stunned satisfaction on Steve's face. "Pretty good, right?

Steve was breathing like he had just run five miles, which meant he was only slightly out of breath. He peppered Tony's neck with kisses. "Oh, Tony," he murmured. "That was fantastic. I could stay just like this for the rest of the night."

Tony snickered. "Too lazy to move, you mean."

Steve eyed him. "Don't you usually pass out after sex?"

"I do not," Tony said indignantly.

"Oh, that's right. You just fall off the bed."

"That was a fluke. I'm totally fine now. Great. Energized. Must be your super soldier sperm leeching into my bloodstream and oozing out my pores."

Steve made a face. "Well, I was thinking of just staying like this, but not if you're going to be gross."

"You don't want to stay like this anyway. It sounds romantic, but you wake up the next morning stuck together and dried cum is the worst-"

Steve swatted him. "I don't want to hear about it. Just do what you have to do."

Tony cleaned himself up in the bathroom and changed into his pajamas. When he returned to the bedroom, Steve was in his pajamas too and lounging on the bed. Tony snuggled in beside him. "See, you survived your first anal sex experience. Told you it wasn't that hard."

Steve stroked his hair. "Thanks to you. I would have been lost if you hadn't taught me everything."

"I haven't taught you everything yet. This is just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak." Tony frowned. "Shit, that came out wrong. What I mean is, there's a hell of a lot more to sex than the missionary position. I made a whole list of positions and sexy activities I want to try with you. You don't have to do everything, of course. I'm not going to force you into anything you're uncomfortable with, but I have to at least give you a blowjob. I'm really good at those. Or at least, I was." He was going to have to get back in practice. Good thing he had always liked sucking cock.

Steve put his hands on Tony's shoulders. "Breathe," he said.

Tony sucked in a breath. "Sorry, I tend to ramble when I get excited about things. But you knew that by now."

Steve's mouth quirked into a half-smile. "Do you really have a list?"

"Of course I do." Tony grabbed his phone off the nightstand. "Jarvis, bring up 'Fun Things to Do With Steve.'"

"I would advise against showing that to Captain Rogers," Jarvis said. "In fact, I would probably advise against showing it to anybody."

Tony snorted. "I'm married to the guy. Too late for him to run away now."

"That's right," Steve said. "Nothing you can dream up will ever chase me away."

"See, Jarvis? I'm not going to traumatize him."

"If you insist, sir."

Tony grinned as the list showed up under the notes section on his phone. He handed it to Steve. "Take a look. There's all sort of fun possibilities."

Steve studied the phone for a moment. "Lick whipped cream off Steve's abs. Lick chocolate sauce off Steve's abs." He looked up from the phone and raised an eyebrow.

Tony shrugged. "So, maybe I just really want to lick your abs in general. They're nice abs, you know. They deserve a little attention."

"Weird, but okay." Steve turned back to the list. "Have sex on every piece of furniture imaginable except the dining table or kitchen counter because Steve is kind of a germaphobe." Now he looked distinctly unimpressed.

"Oops," Tony said. "How did that get in there?" He reached over Steve and quickly hit the backspace key to erase most of it.

Steve read a few moments in silence and Tony tried not to fidget. Surely Steve would let him know if he saw anything really ojectionable. No commentary had to mean Steve was okay with what he saw. Or maybe all of it was too boring for him to even consider.

But then Steve's face started to redden. "I didn't know this was physically possible," he said in a low voice.

Tony peered over his shoulder. "Where are you at? The uniform one? I know that'll be a little tricky, but I'm sure we can pull it off."

Steve shook his head and pointed to the picture of a man bent nearly in half, clasping his ankles above his head.

"Oh, the infamous Viennese Oyster position. Yeah, it's possible. You just have to be really, really flexible."

Steve looked at him through his eyelashes. "And are you really, really flexible?"

"Hell yes. Let me show you."

Steve started. "Now?"

"Yeah, why not. No time like the present."

"I don't want you overexerting yourself," Steve began.

"I'm not overexerting myself. Jesus, I just have so much energy. It's like I'm a teenager again, thinking about doing it all night long."

Steve chuckled. "Then I guess it's my duty to help you get rid of all that excess energy."

Tony grinned. So far, married life was pretty much the best thing ever.

The End