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[starkingenuity]

"Not.  My.  Problem."  He's been raging over the finer points of his Jaeger Academy graduation dispatch for the last three hours.  "Do you not know who I am?  Do you not know the contributions I've made to the PPDC?  How about the genius I've lent to the program?  To the pons devices?  To the Jaeger control cores?  The drivesuits?  I do not--  Listen.  Marshall.  I should get a damned say in who you stick me with."

"That's not how it works, Ranger," the calm man tells the somewhat older gentleman sitting across from him.  Stark is a genius.  No one can or will ever doubt that.  He went through a year's worth of training and breaking and mental and physical exhaustion in the span of three months time.  It's...unheard of.  It's completely unheard of.

There's just one trouble.

Stark isn't Drift Compatible with anyone.  Well, with almost anyone.  Somehow, getting a neural bridge to the brain of his dad's science project isn't really high on the to-do list.  "Let me try the Kwoon room again.  Find someone else not in the Academy.  Just not him.  Yanno, I think you're trying to punish me!"

The Marshall sighs.  Director Fury had warned him about Stark.  He just hadn't listened.

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[starkingenuity]

Tony typically does better with the out and out fucking but Steve's got a way of moving his body that changed the tactic from the moment they start. He can't get over how tight the man is, how warm, or how soft his skin is. Tony's mouth travels. He's a good bit shorter than Steve is and maintaining a proper kiss is half impossible. He focuses on his chest. Nipples. He even licks the rougher area under his arms, anything to taste Steve.

And the orgasm? Well that's impossibly intense. To feel the pleasure you feel piggy backed straight into your brain in an a feed back loop has to be better than heroine.

Oh, who's he kidding? It is better than heroine. Some highs you just don't forget, even if you've only tried it once.

Nails trimmed short scrape rows of white down Steve's ribs as Tony growls and whines and yells in pleasure against his throat.

He might as well have been a virgin too. That has to be the best sex he's ever experienced in his life.

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His breath heaves and catches as Tony moves in him. Steve does his best to move with him and he moans in pleasure. He writhes under the older man and really he couldn't sustain a proper kiss either. He's too focused on breathing and the echo of pleasure in his head from Tony.

Feeling both sensations makes it impossible to think. He's only existing in the feeling at this point and he might be babbling a little, though largely it's variations of his lover's name. Tony doesn't miss anything that makes Steve cry out.

He doubts anything could top this. There couldn't possibly be anything that feels better. Steve feels like he couldn't possibly stand more pleasure.

When Tony's orgasm flashes across his mind and he drives into him, Steve doesn't even think about trying to hold out. He tumbles over too, mind impossibly blank and he arches with a cry.

Steve collapses back against the bed, chest heaving and he's still having trouble with words.