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WHAT in person
WHERE Heavenly Grounds
WHEN 75!!

[So how do you feel about getting into the holiday spirit? Because with all that wine around from the Bingo victories someone's put a sign up outside Heavenly Grounds today advertising a ~holiday party~ There's festive decorations with mulled wine, hot toddies, spiked egg nog. You name it, it's there to get you plastered.

And I guess there's cookies and fruit cake and stuff too, but who needs food when there's drinking?]

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[licking into Steve's mouth and sighing at the touch, it isn't too much longer before he groans]

Okay, yeah, I was wrong. We need to go.

[he laughs against Tony's lips, still not pulling his hands off him]

Let's go then, Tony. Let's go.

[Tony also isn't really moving, just pressing his body against Steve's, he makes an annoyed sound]

Why haven't I built a bedroom here? 50 years. Unbelievable.

I'm honestly surprised. You gotta have a place to sleep, Tony.

You're just asking for me to carry you.

[Somewhat defensively]

I have a couch. You know, in the back. It's a good couch.

And no, you can under no circumstances carry me out of this establishment.

Mmh then can I fuck you on the couch?

[grooooaning. yeah, that definitely makes Tony's dick twitch]

Please drink all the time. Yes. Immediately, yes.

And can I carry you to the couch?

[licking his lips]

Just this once, and only because I am very drunk and very turned on.

Sounds good to me.

[leaning in to kiss Tony and pick him up off the couch in a single, only slightly wobbly motion]

[kissing back as he's just lifted into the air, wrapping his legs around Steve's waist reflexively. jesus this should be embarrassing, but mostly Tony just wants to take all his clothes off]

[what's embarrassing about being held up by your super strong boyfriend, Tony? Steve's got one hand at the back of his neck, the other supporting him with a firm grip on his ass, just blindly moving towards the door to the back]

[planting his fingers in Steve's hair, not helping that blind movement by insisting on continuing the kiss as they walk. between alcohol and need and Steve, Tony is downright lightheaded]

[somehow, miraculously, Steve's at least getting them to the door without incident. He shoves Tony up against the wall next to it, releasing his neck just long enough to grope for the handle so he can haul them both in]

[it takes the breath out of him when he's thumped against the wall, and he hardly breaks away from Steve's lips to speak]

Waitwaitwait.

[Slapping his palm over the security panel behind him, there a click when Steve opens the door]

[Steve laughs, breathless, tilting to kiss along Tony's jaw to just under his ear]

Is that the only one?

[He's still pulling the door open, but not moving yet]

[grinning at the question and moaning just a little at the lips on his neck]

It's locked, not booby trapped.

Well, all right.

[Sliding a hand up Tony's back, pressing him in closer and pulling them both into the back room only to shut the door and push Tony up against it with another kiss]

[Jesus that's hot. breathing hot against Steve's lips, grabbing at his shirt and trying to pull it off, but honestly he has no leverage at all in the air like this and just ends up groping at his shoulers]

[Steve still loves the contact, he's moaning under it, reaching down to grab Tony's ass in both hands, dragging his palms hard up over Tony's back.]

[moaning out, giving up on Steve's shirt and running his hands up his arms, his shoulders, into his hair]

[god that's good. Steve groans, rolling his hips tight into Tony's, pinning him against the door with the pressure of his body as he breaks the kiss with a breathless gasp, teeth catching on Tony's lip]

Where's the couch—?

[a grooooooan, voice low and slightly desperate]

Uh, I have no idea. Behind us.

[gesturing uselessly towards the opposite direction of the shop where there is, in fact, a couch]

[Steve looks up just long enough to find it before his attention's right back on Tony, kissing him, murmuring against his lips, hips still grinding]

That's a ways away—

Haah... then fuck it. Fuck me right here.

[gripping hard into his hair, nails on scalp as he kisses him between words]