All I Want for Christmas - ferreum
Tony nodded, kissing Steve’s lips again and again.
As Tony’s hands roamed over his skin, Steve’s mind was surprisingly quiet. At any normal time, the soldier’s mind had a dozen or so different things going at once, a mind meant to perform at peak level in the heat of battle trying to compensate for the lack of stimuli. But it was all too easy to let everything else fade into the background, a careful hand cupping Tony’s cheek while they kissed.
Tony’s hands were a little rough, worn from years of work and workshop accidents. Somehow, though, what some might call imperfections were what sent tiny shivers down Steve’s spine.
With a slow, contented sigh, Steve’s lips wandered away from Tony’s, mapping out every detail of his face with gentle and deliberate kisses.
