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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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[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]

Fuck, Tony—

[Steve groans against his lips, fingers digging into his shoulder place before he shifts, dropping his grip to Tony's hips as his lips move to kiss a hot trail down his throat]

Haaah.. yeah. Definitely here.

[moaning out, trying to get get a useful hold of Steve's pants while being pressed firmly against the door]

[that might be harder for Tony since Steve's not exactly wasting time in kissing lower over Tony's chest, pulling at the fly of his pants to get them open.]

[huffing approval, Tony gives up on Steve's pants and tries again for his shirt, having better luck this time at least moving it up his back, running hands along his skin]

[Steve's back is exposed. He manages to pull Tony's pants open, drags them down over his thighs. There's a feverish moment as he settles on his knees between Tony's legs, looking up at him for a heartbeat before he ducks forward and licks a long swipe up his cock]

[Tony practically shouts out, shamelessly unconcerned about who might hear him through the door. gripping Steve's hair he drops his own head back with a thump, already hard and ready]

[Good, because Steve's wasting no time in swallowing him straight down, his hands squeezing over Tony's thighs, his hips]

Haah.. Steve...

[Tony stays as still as he can, but it's a challenge when he's so deeply turned on. he chances a look down at Steve and moans out at the sight of him enveloping his entire dick]

Jesus you're beautiful.

[he groans around Tony's dick, flushing with the praise. He swallows hard around him, bobbing his head up along the length of his dick.]

[Tony breathes hot and heavy towards the ceiling, guiding Steve ever so slightly with his hands, encouraging him to pick up pace]

[there's not much encouragement needed, he's dragging his tongue around Tony's length, mouthing at his head, before taking him deep into his throat, pitching faster, clearly very hungry for Tony's cock]

Aahhh... Steve, just like that. Fuck.

[Tony watches as Steve moves, his heart racing as he feels the heat inside him rise, loving the sight of Steve's lips around his cock. he doesn't want this to end, but he can tell he's getting closer]

[There may have been other plans in Steve's mind but they're all gone now. He's burying himself in the heady scent of Tony, the taste of him. He just wants more, can't get enough. He's moaning around Tony's length, pitching faster and needy.]

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