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Tony huffed irritated. He was standing in the front of his closet, looking through his suits. A few moments ago he was chased out from his workshop by his angry boyfriend. Something about Tony having a board meeting and having to show up, because he can't always leave everything on Pepper's head and need to take responsibility for his own company. Tony just huffed more, not getting the concept. It was his company. Meetings should be held when he was available (wasn't that the point of having your own company?), or when he couldn't make it (which was every time), Pepper was supposed to take his place. That's why he pointed her the CEO. But somehow his reasoning didn't get through Steve's thick skull and he was dragged out, kicking and screaming and utterly humiliated. And now he was trying to decide which suit to wear.

And he hated that.

Not his suits. He loved his suits. He knew that he looked damn good in suits. But he liked wearing them for his own pleasure, not when he was forced to wear a suit to somewhere he didn't want to go, it made him feel ambushed and like suffocating. Tony was quickly going through the rack, trying to make his decision. And then he saw it.

But it was low. Really low. Even for him.

So he obviously did that.

Steve was waiting for Tony in the living room. He wanted to make sure that he won't attempt to sneak out back to his workshop. Not that he didn't trust Tony. He trusted him. Just not on this particular topic. But something was taking his boyfriend awfully long. He went to the bedroom to check up on him.

"Tony, are you.." Steve stopped at the doors, mouth hanging open.
"Hm? Almost," Tony didn't turn away, his back facing Steve, as he was slowly buttoning up his lilac shirt. Then he took his gray jacket, even slower sliding it on his back, tugging on the material to smooth it. He took his violet tie in his hand and turned around.

"What do you think?" he grinned, presenting himself. Steve swallowed thickly. Tony was wearing the suit Steve liked on him the best. And Tony knew that. Son of a gun.

When Steve was standing there, gaping at his boyfriend, Tony walked over, in a stupidly sexy way, swaying his hips, even more than usual, not breaking the eye contact.

"Want to help me with this?" he asked in a low voice, showing Steve the tie. And before he even knew it, he was slammed into the wall, the impact knocking the breath out of him for a moment, and he didn't even had a chance to get it back, as the taller man pinned his lips on his, grinding into him, and Tony was kissing back, grinning into the kiss, knowing that he was not going anywhere. But the opportunity was to good to pass.

"Umnh, Steve.. Steve!" he pulled from the kiss. "Stop, I have a meeting to go to!" he play protested, finally reversing the situation, as he was usually the one trying to have some sweet time with Steve, and the blonde, after a few kisses, few promises just shook him off, running to his meetings with SHIELD's agents or wherever he promised to be. After Steve's dazed mind processed Tony's words, his eyes darkened.

"I lied," he stated simply, pinning his lips back on Tony's, kissing breathlessly.
"Mpph," Tony wiggled and this time pulling away from the kiss required more effort from him, as Steve's lips were firmly pressed to his, tongue traveling deep into his mouth. "What do you mean you lied?!" Tony squeaked. Steve grinned, a little too sharp, sending a nice shiver down brunet's spine.

"I knew you will protest with going to the meeting, so I told you an earlier hour. Your meeting starts in two hours," Steve husked out, moving Tony's hands above his head, pinning to the wall with one hand, mouth pressing at brunet's neck in soft, hungry kisses, while the free hand reaching lower..

"Wait, wait!" Tony wiggled more. "You.. You can't do this! You were supposed to be the good one!" he tried to sound angry, but at the same time, couldn't help the cheerful excitement in his voice, liking where they were going.

"Then next time, think twice before getting in this suit," blonde growled, unzipping him. Tony's breath quickened. It surely won't be the last time he had put on this suit.

But he still had to go to his meeting. And once again, sitting through 3 hours of boring talks was a pain. But this time, it was not only metaphorical pain.