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“Mmm, yeah, right there.” Tony breathed out, his face smushed into a plush pillow. “Fuck, don’t stop!”
Steve chuckled behind him, working his fingers in a circular pattern, over and over, just like he knew Tony liked.
“You're going to give me a complex if you keep this up,” Steve teased, voice low and soft.
“You are very good with your hands – harder, baby, right there – what can I say.” Tony was moaning under him and Steve couldn’t lie, he kinda loved it.
He bent down and placed a kiss between Tony's shoulder blades, then moved up and around Tony's neck until he found an inch of his face he could place his lips on. He felt Tony's face contract under his lips, and knowing he'd made Tony smile sent a warm burst of happiness through his body.
He sat himself back, straddling Tony’s thighs, and resumed applying pressure in just the right spot that would make his husband-
“Oh my fucking God, that feels amazing!” Tony squeaked out, melting further into the mattress, burrowing into the pillow.
“Yeah? Not too hard?”
“It feels divine.” Tony turned his head so he could give Steve a quick smile. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much, I promise.”
No matter how long they'd been together and just how good a handle Steve had on his strength now, he always worried about hurting those he loved unintentionally. It had been something they’d both had to work on – Steve getting over his fear if it, and Tony his annoyance at Steve being worried about it.
“Now, please do not stop until my brain is numb and I am passed out on this bed,” Tony groaned as Steve hit a particularly sensitive spot around his left shoulder blade.
“I feel like this is turning into one of those ‘things you can say during sex or during a massage’ games,” Steve chuckled, as his fingers went over the spot, stretching and kneading Tony's flesh and muscles.
“Well, I am a-ok if this massage has a happy ending,” Tony wiggled his brows as much as he could where he lay, and Steve shook his head fondly.
“I don’t think I can do that if you’re passed out like you’re hoping to be. Besides, what would my husband think if I start giving happy endings to all my handsome clients?”
“Two pop culture references out of you in the same conversation?” Tony chuckled, voice dripping with astonishment.
“What can I say? Learned from the best.”
Steve grabbed the bottle of massage oil and applied a bit more to his hands before letting his fingers glide against Tony's warm skin once more. He pressed the heel of his palm into the larger plains of muscles, his thumbs and fingers working the more delicate spots.
He could visualize all the muscle groups hiding along Tony's strong, toned back, remembering how they'd appeared in one of his sketching books. He had invested in so many books to help him with his drawings, and he'd found studying where and how muscles worked to be incredibly useful for both drawing and giving his husband lengthy relaxing massages. As much as he enjoyed them himself – especially the couple's massage they'd gotten in a cabana by the beach on their honeymoon – the serum took care of all the usual aches and pains, so he much preferred spending the time exchanging massages on just spoiling Tony, who's back didn’t quite recover as quickly any more. He could lug around his armour with no trouble, sure. But at the end of a long week, between all the hats Tony wore, making sure his back was as relaxed as could be was the least Steve could do. His husband deserved to be spoiled just a little.
Steve massaged Tony’s shoulders, his neck, let his hands glide back down to his lower back and then started their journey up again. He did it until Tony's groans and complaints diminished to just soft, content moans and sighs and then barely any noise at all.
That was when he knew he had accomplished his goal.
He worked his way down Tony's right arm, making sure to massage his palm and fingers just as thoroughly. He did the same on the left. He reached behind him and lifted the heavy duvet cover of the bed so it covered them to their waist, then earned a blissful sigh from Tony when he curled their fingers together in either hand, and raised both over Tony's head effortlessly.
“Did you fall asleep?” Steve asked, his voice below a whisper, as he curled himself against his body, a little off Tony's back so he wouldn’t crush him.
“A'most,” Tony mumbled dreamily.
One of these days you will, Steve thought. Tony's brain was a hard one to completely shut down, even when he was this relaxed. He let himself trail kisses across Tony's shoulders and up the back of his neck.
“Snuggles?” Tony asked into a yawn, making Steve smile against the short hairs he was nuzzling.
“Always,” he answered simply.
Steve rolled the rest of the way to his side, pulling Tony with him as he lowered their hands so he was hugging Tony's back into his chest. Their legs tangled together like they always did, and Steve managed to pull the covers higher around them. Within minutes, Tony was fast sleep in his arm, only the sounds of his soft breathing to lull Steve into a slumber of his own.
As far as he was concerned, this was the happiest ending of them all.