At least Steve was extremely flexible. Tony liked to kiss him, he had since the Captain had pinned him to the wall and turned teasing into whatever they had become now. It was about to end and Tony didn't want it to. He moved slowly now as if he could extend the time they were together. He was about to go back to being alone in this bed, alone in this Tower penthouse.

"Don't come yet," Tony groaned into Steve's mouth. He was trying holding onto water as it ran between the cracks in his fingers. He was already too close to the edge to hold back anyway.

A shame. What a shame it was to lose this.