Chapter 2
The next morning, they managed to sleep in an hour longer than usual before the baby monitor went off. Cracking open an eye, Tony looked over at Steve, not surprised that their bed had been vacated by a small bear.
"Not it," Tony grunted, barely able to turn over, "You fucked me into next year. My asshole is throbbing."
"You contributed to that, Mr. Ride me off into the sunset." Steve replied with a half asleep smirk, leaning up with a stretch and getting out of bed to get Sammy.
"Shhhh, hey baby boy, it’s okay. Papa will take care of ya." He soothed as he entered the room. Steve picked up the baby and bounced him gently to calm him down enough to get him to the changing table.
"We'll get you taken care of here, then we'll get some breakfast, 'kay?".
Sammy babbled softly as he reached up for Steve, whining when he wasn't picked up right away.
"I know, bubba bug. We gotta get you changed first." He replied to the boy, getting him in a fresh diaper and a new onesie with little bears on it.
"All right, cutie. We'll head downstairs and get you breakfast." He cooed, carrying the boy in his arms and carefully heading down the stairs.
"Ba," Sammy babbled, making spit bubbles at Steve.
He patted at his Papa's chest, squealing when he spotted Peter curled up on the couch watching TV. Steve gasped softly with a smile at the baby.
"Who is that, Sammy? Is that bubby? You like being with bubby, don't you?" He giggled, using one arm to mix up formula.
Sammy gurgled back at Steve, reaching out to grab his formula. Peter skipped into the kitchen and went up on his tiptoes, looking up at Steve.
"Papa, can I feed Sammy?" He asked quietly, turning doe eyes to his father.
"Um...." Steve said a bit nervously. "If you think you can handle it, munchkin. But we'll have you do it on the couch, okay? Just in case." He explained.
"Okay."
Peter bounced back to the couch, grabbing one of Sammy's spit bibs to lay over his lap, patiently waiting for Steve to bring the baby over. Steve headed onto the couch, carefully passing Sammy over to Peter.
"Okay Sammy, bubby's going to feed you breakfast today, okay?" He informed the baby before turning to Peter. "Hold him carefully and don't tilt his bottle too much."
"I can do it," Peter rolled his eyes, carefully holding Sammy up.
He tilted the bottle ever so slightly, not letting go even when Sammy grabbed at the bottle.
"Don't d'wink too much, Sammy," Peter whispered.
The blond watched with a warm smile, trying not to tear up because he was both proud and witnessing the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
"That's my big boy." Steve whispered sweetly at Peter, smooching the top of the boy's head.
"Daddy taught me how to feed 'im," Peter whispered back.
He took the bottle away and dabbed at Sammy's mouth with his bib, making sure he'd swallowed before letting him suckle at the bottle again.
"He never told me he had." Steve queried. "He might have purposely not told me. Did Daddy show you how to burp him, too?"
"Uh-huh, but I can't do it," Peter explained seriously, "I t'wied, but I can't hold 'im up t'do it. Daddy told me dat m'only 'sposed t'let you and him do it."
He nodded and took the finished bottle from Sammy, letting Steve take him from his lap.
"At least you're responsible enough to let me know. Thank you, munchkin." Steve praised, taking Sammy and a spit bib to burp the boy.
"You get your tummy full, Samwich?"
The baby babbled at Steve, squeezing the blond's fingers with a squeal of delight.
"Papa, I'm gonna go back t'bed," Peter yawned, sliding off the couch, "M'sleepy."
With that, he toddled back upstairs to his parents' room, crawling back up on the bed to snuggle his way under Tony's arm.
"Get some rest, Petey. Love you." Steve said as the boy left. He turned back, looking at Sammy with a soft look.
"Looks like it’s you and me, kid." He told the baby, settling them on the couch with the babe on his chest. "Just me and my Samwich."
Sammy babbled at Steve, struggling for a moment before pushing himself up, leaning against the couch till he was sitting upright. He stayed still for a second, but he wobbled and fell back down, only to try and sit up again. Steve watched in surprise with a big grin growing on his lips.
"JARVIS, keep record of this. Sammy's making a breakthrough and I want Tony to be able to see it later." He asked quietly, eyes locked on Sammy. "You've got this, baby boy. I know you do."
Sammy huffed and managed to sit up, planting his hands on Steve's chest so he stayed upright. He happily blew bubbles at his Papa, giggling softly.
"Look at you, big boy! Sitting up all by yourself." Steve said happily at the baby. "That’s a big job. Good job, bubba. We'll have to show Daddy sometime when he's awake."
Sammy grinned his toothless grin, raising his arms in victory. Which, inevitably, caused him to fall back over onto Steve's chest, at which he promptly burst into tears.
"Nonono shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You did so good. Shhhhh." Steve coddled softly, gently bouncing Sammy to calm him down. "Don't cry, don't cry."
The baby sniffled and grabbed at his nose, whimpering softly.
"Steve? Everything okay?" Tony hobbled down the steps, managing to get over to the couch while looking between them.
"Sammy hurt his nose I guess." Steve said worriedly. "He was sitting up by himself and so happy, but he raised his hands and fell down on me."
"Awe, he bumped his nose on your chest," Tony frowned, reaching over to brush Sammy's fine hair to the side, "Lemme see, baby."
He gently put Sammy in his lap, smooching his hands before taking them off his nose. Tony gently prodded at the skin, sighing in relief.
"Just a lil ouchie, baby, you're okay," he murmured, bouncing Sammy.
Sammy continued to whine softly, slowly petering out as Tony bounced him.
"You should have seen him, Tony. He was sat up like a big boy and so proud of himself." Steve explained, playing with Sammy's fingers.
"You sat up, huh?" Tony gasped dramatically, "You growing up, baby?"
He placed sloppy kisses on the boy's cheeks, grinning when Sammy started to giggle.
Steve smiled at that, kissing Tony's cheeks in return. "Speaking of growing up, I didn't know you had taught Peter how to feed Sammy. He does really well with it."
"He wanted to learn," Tony shrugged, "He saw me feeding him and asked to learn, so I taught him. He can't quite hold Sammy up, though."
He smiled at his baby, cuddling the boy to his chest.
"Speaking of, Pete's asleep in our bed."
"I figured. Probably wanted to snooze with his Daddy." Steve smiled, looking over at Tony. "He might be jealous when he wakes up and finds you in here with Sammy and not him," he hummed teasingly.
"He kicked me out of the bed," Tony laughed, handing Sammy back over to Steve, "He told me I took up too much room. Either way, I gotta sew Wade back together. I still can't believe Bucky and Pete fought over it and nearly tore him to shreds."
Tony rolled his eyes heavenward, smiling at Steve's giggle.
"So babe, what're we doing today? Just hanging around?"
"I think so. Have us a lazy Sunday." The blond hummed, playing with the baby's hands. "Figured we'd let you recuperate from last night." He smirked playfully, kissing his husband's cheek.
"Yeah, thanks, Watson," Tony snorted, putting his feet up on the coffee table, "I still don't know how you roped Nat and Pep into that."
He rolled his eyes and turned his head at a small noise, seeing bear ears peeking out from the stairwell.
"C'mere, Petey," Tony called, holding his arms out for his boy.
Peter ran up to Tony, automatically climbing onto his lap and snuggling into Tony's chest. Sammy noised and giggled, reaching out to play with the little bear ears on Peter's onesie.
"Hey fluffy, all rested?" Tony hummed, smooching his bear's temple.
"Uh-huh. M'hungry, though," Peter replied, reaching up to play with Sammy's outstretched arm, "Why's you an Papa an Sammy up so early?"
"Because Sammy woke us up when he was hungry, and he just hasn't wanted to go back to sleep yet." Steve hummed, raising an eyebrow playfully at the boy. "What were you doing up so early, munchkin?"
Pete's cheeks flushed and he ducked his head shyly.
"I was finishin' one'a Daddy's papahs," He replied softly, "I was tryin' t'get Jay t'google some words f'me, but it’s pretty much cut off...."
Tony snorted, tilting his head back to laugh.
"Screamo music, good lord," he grinned, turning to Steve.
"That's because Daddy up the blockage on what you search, remember?" Steve clarified. "Can't be looking up things inappropriate for you, bubba. Be it by accident or otherwise."
Peter grumbled to himself, at which Tony gave him a look and rolled his eyes.
"You could ask me, since I wrote the paper," Tony pointed out, tugging Peter's hood off to ruffle his hair, "And you know better, smarty-pants."
Peter pursed his lips and sighed, leaning against Tony's chest.
"See? We know you know." Steve said with an amused smile.
"Now then, we are having a lazy day today, so that means cereal for breakfast." The blond proclaimed. "Morning cartoons and the like. We'll have a guy’s day today."
"Yea! No gross girls!" Peter cheered.
"Hey, Auntie Pep isn't gross," Tony pointed out, "Or Auntie Tasha."
"No, but they'd bring Unca' Clint, and that's close enough," Peter replied innocently.
Steve's lips quirked up in a smirk.
"And a sick burn from the seven year old!" He laughed, surprised. "And I won't even tell him you said that because it was that funny."
Tony rolled his eyes and slid down on the couch, letting Peter curl up on his chest.
"What cartoons are we watching, peanut?" He asked, running his fingers through the boy's hair.
"I wanna watch Transforma's." Peter hummed, nuzzling Tony's chest. "But, like da really, really old ones cuz Gwimlock is funny."
"That's m'boy," Tony praised, smooching Peter's head, "Jay?"
The TV flickered to life and started the requested show, leaving Peter wide-eyed as he watched.
"Psst," Tony whispered to Steve, "Do you want me to hold Sammy so you can get breakfast started?"
"Yes, please." Steve whispered back. "I'll make us all up bowls of cereal."
He carefully handed over Sammy to Tony and dashed to the kitchen, making up Tony and Peter's bowls so they can eat first while he held onto the baby.
"You two are getting so big," Tony sighed, moving Peter so Sammy could lay on his chest.
"Nuh uh," Peter replied, playing with Sammy's fingers, "M'little."
"Stay little?" Tony muttered, mostly to himself.
He leaned over to place a kiss on Peter's cheek, hugging him a little closer.
"Love you, lil bug," he whispered.
"Love ya too, Daddy." Peter said, kissing Tony's cheek back, making grabby hands as Steve showed up with his cheerios.
"A bowl for you, munchkin," Steve said with a grin, then turning to Tony. "And I'll trade you a bowl for a baby."
"What if I want the baby?" Tony teased, "You can keep your wheaties, soldier. I'll stick with my little one."
He grinned, smooching the top of Sammy's head before passing him up to Steve, taking his bowl of cereal.
"You can hold him whenever I eat, I promise." Steve hummed, playing with a giggly Sammy.
"You wanna watch the robots with us, Samwich?" He asked playfully, "Wanna see the robots change into cars and planes, huh?"
"Papaaaa," Peter groaned, stuffing a spoonful of cheerios into his mouth, "Why y'goh baby tal' all d'time?"
"You are spitting everywhere, close your mouth when you chew," Tony laughed, "And don't talk with food in your mouth, silly."
"Well, Sammy is a baby. So I baby talk him." Steve explained, reaching to play a little with Peter's hair. "And although you aren't a baby, you are still my baby, Pete."
"Yeah, mhm," Peter rolled his eyes and set his empty bowl aside, standing up on the couch to reach out.
"Up?" He asked, bouncing as he reached up toward Steve.
"Yeah, bubba. Let me just hand your brother to Daddy." The blond hummed, giving Sammy to Tony and scooping Peter up and into his lap for a snuggle.
Tony happily took the baby back and made noises at Sammy, grinning when he babbled the same noises at him.
"Hey kiddo, you're startin' to repeat stuff, hm?" Tony smiled, brushing the boy's fine hairs aside, "You understand things?"
Sammy noised at him and put his hands on his face, eyes wide as he played with Tony's beard.
"Seems like someone else likes your Van Dyke, too." Steve grinned with a chuckle, eyeing Sammy for a moment. "It feels nice, huh bubba bug?" He laughed.
"I think it’s prickly..." Peter answered, scrunching his nose.
Tony tsked at Peter, smooching Sammy's hands when they smacked over his lips.
"He's just curious, Petey," Tony laughed.
"Are all babies so grabby?" Peter asked, looking up at Steve.
The blond nodded. "Yep. It’s how they explore at his age since he can't crawl or walk or talk just yet." He explained gently.
"S'dirty," Peter replied, making a face, "Wash y'face, Daddy."
Tony laughed at that, turning to grin at Peter.
"Don't worry, I will," he teased, "Don't wanna have gross baby germs all over me."
Sammy squawked at that, unhappily smacking his tiny hand against Tony's chest, seemingly offended. Steve huffed a quick laugh at the baby's reaction, hugging Peter close.
"Best watch what you say. He knows an insult when he hears it." The man joked. "He's pretty good at understanding for his age. Might just have two smart boys.”
"Of course they're both smart," Tony scoffed, playing with Sammy's hands, "Pete's my science baby and Sam's gonna be the little artist in the house. Or whatever he wants to be. He's certainly got your traits though, Stevie."
He smiled fondly over at his husband, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
"Ewwww!" Peter squeak, Sammy making a similar noise after. "No kissies in front of Sammy. He's too inn'cent for youses kissies." Peter protested.
"Pete," Tony sighed, "Enough, kid."
He happily gave Steve a second kiss, leaning down to give Sammy a kiss on his chubby cheek.
"You're gonna need a bath this mornin', kid," he sighed.
"That means sink baths!" Steve said happily. "I love it when they are little enough you can clean them in just a sink."
Both boys looked at Steve questioningly, Peter shaking his head lightly.
"Yeah, okay, you get to bathe him then," Tony replied, switching children, "Go have fun in the sink."
Peter giggled at that, giving Steve a grin.
"Fine then. We will." Steve harrumphed playfully, taking Sammy and heading to the kitchen. "C'mon, Samwich. We're gonna have fun in the bath and get you smelling sweet."
"Are all Papa's weird like that?" Peter asked once Steve was out of earshot.
"Yep," Tony sighed, chuckling as he shifted Peter on his chest, "We should get you washed up too, kiddo. Let's go, c'mon, up to your bathroom--"
"But I don't stink." Peter groused, but eventually gave up with a sigh. He got off of Tony's lap and waited for his Daddy to come along with him.
"I didn't say you did, but it'd be best to get it out of the way now, right?" Tony pointed out, standing up to trail after the boy, "I gotta change the sheets on your bed anyway, so we'll stuff you into new pajamas. Sound good?"
The boy nodded softly, reaching for Tony's hand to hold as they headed upstairs.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sammy was having a nice time exploring bubbles as he was gently cleaned in the sink.
"You liking the bubbles, bubba bug?" Steve chuckled, scrubbing at little feet.
Sammy gathered bubbles in his little hands, squealing happily as he splashed around. He reached up for Steve, whimpering turning to bawling when he wasn't picked up right away.
"No, no, sweetie. Its okay, just grabbing a towel to get you dry. Shh." Steve comforted, swaddling the baby in a fluffy towel to dry as he carried him up to the nursery.
He carefully finished drying Sammy gentle, getting him in a new diaper and onesie.
"All cozy, booboo? We're gonna let you take a little nap, okay?" Steve hummed quietly as he sat in the rocking chair, baby in his arms.
Chewing on his fist, Sammy looked up at Steve, idly playing with the lapels of his sweater. He babbled to himself, drooling slightly as he switched to chew on his other hand.
"You're silly, ya cutie pie." Steve chuckled gently as he began to rock in the chair. He kissed gently at the baby's head, starting to softly hum 'Somewhere over the Rainbow.'
It didn't take much for Sammy to quiet down, quickly falling asleep in Steve's arms.
"He's cute like that, you know."
Tony stepped into the room from the shadow of the doorway, leaning against the wall.
"It's funny, to see such a small thing in your arms," He chuckled softly.
"You find it funny, but I worry I'm going to accidentally squeeze him or something." Steve whispered back, getting up to lay Sammy down. "He's so small. And it makes me wonder if he'll end up small like I was."
"Maybe. But we'll love him all the same," Tony chuckled, waiting for Steve to lay Sammy down before going over to envelop himself in Steve's arms.
He sighed happily and kissed at his husband's sternum, burrowing into his warmth.
"Never said we wouldn't love him. Just don't want him to have problems." Steve murmured, hugging Tony and kissing the top of his head. "Especially being as curious as he is, he'll no doubt get hurt more often than not."
"Lord. Let me tell Pepper to start a hospital fund for the boys," Tony laughed softly, nuzzling Steve's chest, "It's going to be strange when they're older. We'll have to be the responsible ones."
He grinned cheekily, leaning up to smooch Steve's lips.
"And we aren't the responsible ones?" The blond said with a quiet chuckle, kissing Tony back.
"Speaking of the boys, where's Peter?" He asked curiously. "Figured he'd be clung to you."
"He took a bath, got changed, and immediately asked me to read to him my thesis on the possibility of Artificial Intelligence that can learn," Tony sighed, "He fell asleep by the second page."
He smiled and snuggled into Steve's chest, sighing happily.
"You're the responsible one," he joked, "I'm just along for the ride."
"I dunno. You've become very responsible here lately." Steve hummed, hugging Tony warmly. "You're grown up." He teased lightly, stealing a kiss.
"Uh huh, sure," Tony rolled his eyes, leaning up to rub his beard against Steve's chin, "I just have a Van Dyke, that's all."
He grinned, tugging Steve out of Sammy's nursery and back to their own room, fingers slipping up into his shirt.
"Hmm..." Steve hummed thoughtfully, leaning into the touch happily. "You always so touch craving. I love it." He grinned playfully, trailing fingers along Tony's sides.
"Me? The touch craving one? Uh, that would be you, mister." Tony rolled his eyed again and leaned up on his tiptoes to kiss Steve, gently pushing him back toward the bed.
Steve chuckled softly, giving Tony a smooch back before getting up onto the bed.
"Mmm, maybe you're right. But you have your ways too." He hummed back playfully.
"I have many ways, and one of them is to sleep on top of you because you are warm," Tony decided, climbing up to do just that, tucking his head under Steve's chin.
"Of course. So everybody is having naptime, then." The blond laughed, deciding to cover them under a sheet. "You're lucky I like it when you lay on me."
"I am small and warm. You better like it," Tony grumbled, about to close his eyes when whimpering came over the baby monitor, causing him to sigh. "Never. Not a single moment of peace," he whined, rolling off of Steve."
"Well, he's a baby and that’s the only way he knows how to tell us anything." Steve sighed back, leaning up. "Wanna see the problem this time?"
Tony grumbled a few choice words and sat up, shuffling over to the baby's room. He tiredly looked down into the bassinet, eye's quickly widening.
"Awe, baby, did you hurt yourself?" He cooed, swooping Sammy up into his arms, "Lemme see."
Tony looked over Sammy's knee shaking his head at the tiny scrape.
"It's just a little ouchie, honey, we're gonna get you all patched up," Tony hummed, whisking the baby over to the diaper station.
He dug out bandaids and neosporin, quickly cleaning up the scrape and smoothing the band-aid over it. Tony dropped a kiss onto his knee, moving up to blow a raspberry on Sammy's tummy.
"See? All better," Tony hummed, picking the baby back up, "No need to cry, sweets."
Sammy giggled at the raspberry, babbling happily as he was picked up. He patted at Tony's chin and beard with a tiny hand, squealing softly.
"There's my lil man, all better," Tony murmured, happily bouncing Sammy around.
He took the baby back to his room, smiling softy at Steve.
"I think he tried to stand up in his crib and fell over," he explained.
"Awe, poor lil' guy. Daddy get you all fixed up and better now?" Steve cooed, earning a babble.
"He is persistent when it comes to sitting up on his own, though." He hummed. "Persistent like his old man."
"I think he sees us doing it, and Peter, and he wants to do it too," Tony laughed, sitting down with Sammy in his lap, "He'd got about a month before he'll start to crawl, then we'll have to reinforce everything and everything with corners."
"Oh goodness, he'll be a terror when he starts moving around." Steve laughed nervously. "Sure to give me a heart attack from keeping him from getting into things."
"We'll get a little play pen, don't worry," Tony soothed, reaching over to smooth Steve's bangs back, "Don't be nervous. It can't be worse than Peter hiding from us for three hours until we called the cops."
"Oh, I don't even wanna think about that, either." Steve groaned, leaning back in bed. "And he was hiding in the back yard the whole time. Made us nervous wrecks. These boys'll be the end of me."
Tony laughed, leaning over to smooch Steve's forehead. "I don't mind if they're the end of us," he mumbled, trying to put on a brave face, "It's worth it. They're worth it."
Steve smiled back softly. "Yeah... Yeah they are. We'd do anything through hell and high water for our babies."
Sammy babbled curiously at the statement, chewing on his hand contently.
"Yes, that mean you and your bubby, squirt." Steve laughed, smooching Sammy's head and then Tony's lips.
"Mmm, gross, kissing the baby then me? Germs," Tony made a 'bleh' sound, laughing when Sammy mimicked it. "See? Even he knows it’s gross." He grinned, leaning over to steal another kiss.
"He got a bath. He's clean." Steve hummed with the kiss, wrapping arms around Tony and Sammy sweetly. "I just like to give all my favorite boys kisses. If Peter weren't napping, he'd get kisses too."
"Mmm. Yeah. I'm gonna go check on him," Tony hummed, passing the baby over to Steve, "We can set up the play blanket downstairs, if you want. Or up in the art room."
"Art room should be fine. It’s closer." Steve responded. "And with the play blanket, there is less chance of this one hurting himself if he tries to sit up again." He chuckled lightly.
"Go set it up, love," Tony smooched Steve's cheek, standing up from the bed.
He snuck over to Peter's room, peeking up into the boy's bed, slightly surprised to see him awake.
"Hey pipsqueak, you okay?" Tony asked softly, reaching out to stroke the boy's hair.
Peter nodded, leaning into Tony's touch.
"Yeah. 'm okay. Jus' couldn't sleep yet." He hummed, looking up at Tony. "Whatchu doin'?".
"Papa, Sammy and I are gonna go up to the artroom, and we want you to come with us," Tony hummed, petting him, "That okay?"
"Yeah." Peter hummed, getting out of bed and reaching up for Tony to pick him up. "Pleeeeeeease?" He asked with puppy eyes.
Tony groaned dramatically as he scooped the boy up, smooching Peter's cheek.
"You're heavy," he laughed, bouncing the boy as he walked up to the artroom.
"I am not!" Peter gasped with a pout, giggling as they bounced and reached the other room.
Steve was already on the floor with Sammy on their blanket, playing "This Little Piggy" with the baby's toes.
"Hey Petey, you awake?" Steve asked happily with a grin.
"Nope, I'm asleep," Peter grinned, wiggling to be let down.
He crawled under Steve's arm and snuggled up to his chest, humming in content.
"All right, Mr. Sassy britches." Steve chucked, smooching the boy's cheeks. This earned an offended squawk from Sammy, the babe smacking his leg.
"Yes, yes. You get kisses too, Mister." The blond grinned, smooching the baby's cheeks as well. "Does Daddy want kisses, too?"
"Daddy's too old for kissies," Tony joked, taking his time to lay down on the floor next to them, "And too hurt. I think I pulled my back from sleuthing, Watson."
He sighed and laid on his back, wincing as he tried to relax.
"But you give kissies all da time. Plus kissies help things feel better." Peter pointed out.
"Yeah, Daddy. Kissies help." Steve smirked, nuzzling at Tony's cheek before planting a kiss there.
"Sorry, love." He whispered apologetically before moving back.
"You owe me a bubble bath," Tony huffed, laughing as he reached over for Sammy, playing with the baby's fingers.
"Hey cutie, feelin' better?" He hummed.
Sammy cooed back in response, grabbing Tony's finger and trying to pull it to his mouth to gnaw on.
"I'd say he feels fine." Steve chuckled, cuddling Peter to him.
"'Feel better'? Did Sammy get sick?" Peter asked worriedly, looking at his Daddy.
"No baby, he's been trying to get up lately, and he fell over and hurt his knee," Tony explained, showing Peter the band-aid, "He's fine, lovie."
He sighed and let Sammy chew on him, frowning at the baby's glee.
"I don't know what you get out of this," he stated.
"A chew toy, I'm assuming. At any rate, he's amused." Steve grinned, eyeing his husband playfully.
"Little brotha got hurt." Peter pouted, leaning to kiss Sammy's band-aid. "Kissies help."
Tony was about to reply when he yelped, immediately drawing his fingers back. He wiped his finger clean before grabbing his phone, flicking on the light to look into the baby's mouth.
"Hey buddy! You're starting to get your first tooth there," Tony exclaimed, barely able to see the little shard of white poking up through Sammy's gum, "Already sharp.... Great. Don't eat the furniture."
Sammy just looked back confused at his Daddy, noising gently and making grabby hands at Tony's hand again.
"No wonder he's been so chewy lately. He's teething." Steve said happily. "We'll have to get him some teether toys."
"Oh my god, kid, just don’t suck my blood, got it?" Tony warned, letting Sammy chew on his finger again.
He grinned over at Steve, leaning up on his elbow.
"He can start to eat better too, once the Doc gives us the go-ahead," he mused, "No more formula for this one."
"He'll have to start sitting up before that, though." Steve pointed out. "Let’s get him doing that first and his tooth in and we'll deal with that when we get to it."
Tony nodded, sitting up with a wince.
"He'll be crawling and sitting up in no time," he grinned, wiggling his fingers at Sammy.
The baby babbled and carefully rolled himself onto his stomach, pushing himself up before falling over against Tony, frowning.
Peter reached out to gently pat at Sammy's back to console the baby.
"It’s okay, brotha. You'll get it. Jus' gotta keep tryin'." He said with a small smile. "You jus' get back up if ya fall."
Sammy batted back at Peter, pushing himself up to try and get over to him, only to fall over again. His lip wobbled slightly, but Tony got him up, smooching his cheek.
"You'll get it, baby boy. Don't cry. You are doing so good." Steve cooed gently. "He's tried so much in one day more than he ever has." He hummed softly.
"He's so much like you," Tony sighed, "Determined."
Sammy babbled back at them, reaching out to grab Steve's finger. He gently chewed on it, drooling slightly.
"Yep, exactly like you," Tony laughed, easing himself back down again.
"I don't see how chewing on fingers is like me, but I can see the determined part." Steve smirked, letting Sammy chew his finger.
"We are definitely getting you a teething ring very soon." He chuckled lightly.
Tony hummed to himself as he watched his boys, wiggling his fingers at Peter till he snuggled up to him. "Did you finish all your homework for tomorrow?" he murmured, petting the boy's hair.
"Jus' bout. I've got two questions left to answer, but I figured I could finish it later." Peter hummed, snuggling closer. "I'm spending time with you two now."
"Mhm. Okay, but make sure you get it done," Tony replied, "Monday morning specials aren't exactly the best for algebra. Or science experiments. And don't try to pull another fast one on me, I made sure I took the answers out of the back of the book."
"I know, Daddy." Peter groaned before burying his face in Tony's chest. "It’s only two questions. It’s not dat hard. They won't take long." The boy huffed.
"Mhmmmm. If so, I'll have to give you harder questions next time," Tony grinned.
"Daddy!"
Tony dissolved into laughter, smooching the boy's forehead.
"Tony, be nice. He's already doing advanced work for a seven year old. Let him go his own pace." Steve stated, still watching as Sammy chewed on him. "Really, how you enjoy this is a mystery to me."
"If you didn't know, Pete's the one who asks for advanced questions," Tony pointed out, "I don't ever move it up. He does it himself."
Peter grinned over at Steve, giggling softly.
"He likes chewin' on ya, Papa," he smirked, "Y'tastes good."
"Apparently so." Steve answered back, glancing over at Tony. "And I didn't know. He doesn't really ever ask me to do that stuff for English and Social Studies." He murmured.
"Unfortunately, his brain is wired for the sciences," Tony chuckled, "I wasn't an English or History kid, either. I found it redundant to learn about the past when we should be looking toward the future."
"But those who do not learn from the past are doomed to repeat it." Steve clarified. "So basic history knowledge is key to know. And what if he needs to know the advancements made by certain scientists that led to advancements today? History is important as well."
"Okay," Tony replied slowly, "History is important. But he's a science boy. The way technology is moving is more relevant than the Declaration of Independence. Sure, it's important to know, but it’s not relevant."
Peter glanced between the two of them, scooting to the middle in case of an argument.
"And that’s just fine that he is interested in the science and technology like you." Steve explained. "It just-- the way you worded it. It makes me feel like what I am teaching to Peter is a complete waste of time..." He murmured, turning to look back at the baby.
Tony furrowed his eyebrows, pouting slightly.
"It's not a waste of time, baby, you know it’s not," He replied quietly, "Don't do that to yourself."
Tony sighed and slumped against the floor, tapping his fingers against his chest as he stared at the ceiling. Peter wiggled his way to Steve, laying on his lap and looking up to him.
"What you teach me is real 'portant, Papa. I just don't ask ya for more cuz I know you are busy with da stuff around da house da rest of da time. I don't wanna make you busier." The boy explained softly. "With Daddy, I'm jus' able to learn while he is working cuz what I learn is 'volved wit his job.".
Tony lifted his hand in a 'see?' recognition.
"Thank you, Peter," he sighed, letting his eyes close.
"Wish I would've known that. I'm sorry." Steve said sincerely to Tony, petting Peter's hair with his free hand. "You don't have to worry about that though, Peter. If you ever feel you aren't challenged enough or too little, you can let me know. I'll let you know if it’s something I can't handle, okay?"
Tony didn't offer a reply, instead snoring quietly, as he'd fallen asleep. Peter rolled his eyes at his Dad, laying down next to Sammy to cuddle up to him.
"Okay, Papa," he hummed, smooching Sammy's chubby cheek.
Sammy squeaked at the kiss, letting go of Steve's finger and looking over at Peter.
"Uh-uh, brotha. You not chewin' my fingies." Peter said seriously, making a funny face.
Sammy scrunched up his face, clearly conflicted between laughing and crying.
"Sammy, don' look ah'me like dat," Peter whined, "I don' want m'fingies chewed."
"He really wants to chew your fingers, Pete." Steve chuckled. "He won't be satisfied until he has chewed on all of our fingers. And it really isn't bad. Just a bit slobbery."
Peter whimpered, but slowly let Sammy take his hand, sighing when the baby chewed on his pinkie.
"Babies are gross," Peter made a noise, pulling his hand away to wipe the slobber on Tony's shirt, "Ew."
"Hey, you were a baby once too, munchkin. And you were no doubt just as gross." Steve chuckled, holding in a louder laugh as Tony snorted in sleep from Peter wiping his hand on the man's shirt.
"Nuh uh. Y'didn' even know me as a baby!" Peter protested, frowning, "I wuz a perfect lil baby."
He blinked at his words and a sad look drifted over his face for a second.
"I was a perfect lil baby," he repeated quietly.
"That’s what Ms. Foster told us the day that we got you." Steve hummed softly, reaching to pet Peter's hair as a comfort. "She said you were the most perfect little guy when you were in her care."
"Mhm," Peter leaned into Steve's touch, a sad look on his face, "Okay."
He slumped slightly, sniffling as he leaned against Steve.
"Sowwy," he whispered, "I don' mean t'cwy..."
"You don't ever have to apologize for crying, Peter. Never ever." Steve said solemnly, kissing the top of Peter's head. "I'm sure your mom and dad thought you were a perfect baby before the fire. I know that you are our perfect baby, even if you aren't a baby anymore."
Peter burst into tears, putting his hands over his eyes.
"Pete--?" Tony's eyes shot open at the sobs, sitting up, confused.
"Oh honey, shh," he murmured, scooting over to sandwich the boy between him and Steve, "Everything's okay, you're okay, I promise."
I'm sorry, buddy. You're okay and safe, sweet boy. I promise. It’s okay." Steve whispered back, rocking them gently.
A small hand patted at Peter's leg in a consoling manner almost, Sammy having manage to move himself over to his older brother.
Tony smiled softly and moved the baby into Peter's lap, cuddling them both close.
"See? You're safe and warm with us, Petey," Tony soothed, rubbing his back, "Even Sammy's worried over you, sweetie. You're okay, shhh."
Peter sniffled and cuddled Sammy, smile wobbly as the baby chewed on his finger again.
"See? He thinks you're perfect, too. As a brother and a teether occasionally." Steve joked lightly, smooching Peter's cheeks.
"No matter what, you will always be perfect to us. And that’s all that should matter. Because we love you and you'll always be our first baby boy."
Tony smooched Peter's temple and rocked him slightly, humming under his breath.
"You're our baby, our first baby, and we love you so much, honey, no need to cry," he whispered, booping their noses together, "Everything's okay, I love you so much."
Peter sniffled slightly, nodding and nuzzling gently into Tony's chest.
"I love you, too. You, Papa' 'n Sammy very much." He whispered gently.
Tony cupped Peter's cheek and kissed his temple again, rubbing his back as he brushed the last of his tears away.
"See? All better," Tony soothed, "Everything's better."
Sammy babbled up at him, seemingly in agreement. Steve smiled softly at all his boys, giving them all loving smooches. He stopped for a moment when a thought occurred.
"How did Sammy manage getting over here? I know it was only a little ways, but still."
"I dunno," Tony replied, leaning back to look down at the baby, "Weird. I think I picked him up. I don't-- I don't remember."
He frowned, flicking an eyebrow up as he looked at Steve, opening his mouth as soon as the phone rang.
"I'll get it." Steve replied, letting Tony stay with the boys.
He headed downstairs to answer the phone, clearing his throat beforehand.
"Stark-Rogers' residence."
"I hate that you answer like that," Bucky sighed, twirling a pen in his hand, "Especially since you never pick up your goddamned cell phone."
"Well excuse me for not having it glued to my hand and choosing to bond with my family." Steve answered, rolling his eyes. What’s up, Buck?"
"Good! Gave me a great segue. Say, remember back when you got that call from Sharon in the cabin and the three of us decided we want to adopt? Well, we wanted to know if we could possibly test drive Sam--"
There was a smack on the other side of the phone.
"Sorry, Steve," Natasha's voice came through, clearly irritated, "What James meant to say is we have our house set up, but we can't decide if we want to adopt a kid that's already two or three, or have one of our own. Is it okay if the boys come over for a playdate? We wanted to see which age group we handled best."
Steve sputtered a bit as he tried to think. He was happy they were wanting to decide to adopt, but he wasn't sure about handing Sammy over just yet.
"Um," he started, "I'll need to talk with Tony about it before we decide. So we'll do that and call you all back, okay? Sound good?"
"Take your time," Natasha replied, a small smile in her voice, "We'll hear from you later, Steve."
"Talk to you later." Steve ended before hanging up the phone and bounding up the stairs. "Tony, Tony! We gotta talk about something!"
"Yes, my little pygmy goat?" Tony laughed, still holding Peter in his lap, "What's got you excited, sweetheart?"
"Pygmy goat?" Steve asked a bit confused, shaking his head to brush the thought away for now.
"That was Bucky and Nat. They are wanting to adopt, but they aren't sure if they want one that’s already a little older or have one themselves." He explained. "But they want to borrow the boys for a playdate to see which they could handle."
"Look them up. They hop. Very cute," Tony giggled.
He paused, then shrugged.
"I mean, not for more than an hour or two," Tony replied carefully, "Sammy's only five months, and I don't mean to be a hen, but I do want him back as soon as possible. However, we haven't had 'us' time, really, since Sammy was born, so...."
He shrugged. "It's okay with me."
"Okay? Okay, yeah. I can deal with like two hours. I think." Steve sighed gently, sitting back down on the floor. "You gonna be okay with that, Peter?"
"Uh-huh. I'll watch Sammy f'ya," he hummed, seemingly a little better, "We'll be otay, Papa."
"That's my responsible boy," Tony praised, smooching Peter's head, "Why don't you go pick out some stuff to do with your baby brother while your Papa and I get stuff arranged?"
Peter nodded and hopped off Tony's lap, giving them both a quick kiss before darting off.
"I hope Peter does keep an eye on Little Bit. Help the others with certain things." Steve sighed nervously, picking Sammy up.
“Honey. If you really don't want to, we don't have to," Tony reminded him gently, collecting the baby's toys before giving Steve's arm a squeeze, "Believe me, I don't, but Pete needs to be able to see his aunts and uncles, and Sammy does too, and we need our own time without worrying. And if anything happens, we're a block and a half away."
Steve nodded softly, bouncing the baby in his arms. "No, you're right. They should get to see them. And they're just a block away. They'll... They'll be okay. And we could use just a little us time, right?"
"Right," Tony hummed back with a smile, smooching Steve's cheek, "They'll be back in no time, and you can make a cuddle nest to hen over. Okay?"
"Okay." Steve said with a grin. "We need to call them back. Will you do that while I give him a change?" He asked, giving Tony a smooch back. "Because I think he needs one."
"Yeah. Please do," Tony wrinkled his nose, rolling his eyes, "And pack them a bag, just so they don't use their own stuff."
He grinned, happy to skip down to the kitchen to ring the Barton-Barnes household.
Steve set to work, carrying Sammy to the nursery for change first and foremost.
"Pshew, Sammy. Your aunts and uncles are lucky you decided to do this now." Steve said, scrunching his nose, causing Sammy to giggle.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Little Bit.".
"Papaaa, I can't find m'sneakers!" Peter yelled, pouting as he stuck his head into the nursery, "Ew. Babies are gwoss."
"Well, when you can't use the toilet yet, it’s what happens." Steve sighed, finishing up the change and spraying some light freshener in the room.
"As for your sneakers," he continued, "did you look in your hammock? That where they usually are."
"Uh-huh," Peter nodded, shifting, "I can't--"
He blinked, then grinned.
"I know where they are! Thanks, Papa!" He shouted, startling Sammy as he ran off.
The baby whimpered quietly and made grabby hands for Steve, clutching at his shirt.
"Don't cry, bubba bug. Papa's right here, I promise." Steve soothed, smooching the baby's cheeks and scooping him up once his onesie was buttoned again.
"We're gonna pack you some stuff to be all set over at your Auntie and Uncles', okay? You're gonna visit them for a little bit, okay cutie?"
Sammy babbled back happily, sticking his hand in his mouth to chew on while he carefully watched Steve flutter around the room.
"Papa! Are y'ready yet?" Peter called, sticking his head in the door again, "Y'really sloooow."
"I'm not slow, you're just too fast." Steve teased, finishing up packing things. He scooped Sammy up in his blanket and grabbed the baby bag. "Just so much to do at once, munchkin."
"C'moooon," Peter whined, backpack bouncing on his back as he grabbed Steve's hand.
He sighed when he realized he couldn't drag his Papa, opting to hop down the stairs and cling onto Tony instead.
"Yes, hello, little squirt," Tony chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair.
"Papa's so slooooow." Peter whined softly, hugging onto Tony's leg.
"I am not. Just busy." Steve called back down the stairs with a giggly Sammy.
"He's carrying pretty much everything, pipsqueak," Tony laughed, bending down to scoop the boy up, "Let's go put you in the car so we can get outta here faster, okay?"
He swiped his keys off the kitchen counter and trooped out to the garage, buckling Peter into his booster seat before helping Steve situate Sammy.
"All buckled up and ready to go, kiddos." Steve grinned, kissing the tip of Sammy's nose before shutting the door and packing the bag in the trunk.
"All set for the adventure. Just hope Sammy doesn't cry when we leave." Steve murmured as he got in the car.
"He's gonna be just fine," Tony chuckled, leaning over go kiss Steve's cheek before putting the car in reverse, "He loves his Uncle Buck."
"True, but that’s been with us around, too. Who knows what he'll do when we leave." He sighed, settling in his seat. "Just gotta hope he'll be fine."
"He's gonna be fine," Tony soothed, rubbing Steve's knee as he drove toward Bucky's complex.
"Yeah! I'll be wiff 'im Papa!" Peter added.
Steve smiled at that softly, patting Tony's hand back. "All right, Peter. But you behave and keep a good eye on your brother, okay? He is in your guarding hands."
"I got it," Pete promised seriously, helping them unbuckle Sammy once they parked in Bucky's driveway.
"Thank you, Peter," Tony chuckled, taking the boy up into his arms and grabbing his backpack.
Steve grabbed the baby bag and then Sammy, swaddled up in his blanket as they headed to the door.
"Now you'll be a good boy for Uncle Buck, Auntie Tasha, and Uncle Clint, won't you bubba bug?" Steve asked the baby, making funny faces at him.
"Papa," Peter scolded, exasperated, "Pleaaase."
"Hey, he was just as fond over you, little one, no noises," Tony tsked, hefting Peter up on his hip as he rang the bell.
The door opened almost instantly, Clint at the door with a smile.
"You guys made it! Come on in here, don't be a stranger."
"You're such a weirdo," Tony sighed, setting Peter down and handing him his backpack so the kid could scurry off, presumably to find Natasha.
"Can we see your little nest?" He asked, stepping inside, "Just... Precautionary measures."
"Of course. We made sure things were baby safe for the squirt." Clint answered, raising a brow at Tony. "I would've thought Steve would have been the hen over that stuff."
"Don't worry, I did my henning on the way here." Steve replied, glancing around the dwelling.
"He's been henning since we met," Tony replied with a raised brow, not even flinching at the smack upside his head.
He grinned and dashed into the house to do a quick perimeter sweep, waggling his fingers at Bucky as he looked around, sighing in relief.
"It's all good," Tony announced, returning to the foyer, "They learned one thing from us."
"Naturally, I was the one to make sure it was done correctly." Natasha chimed as she came into the area. "The boys will be plenty safe. I promise you."
Tony visibly looked relieved in that, taking a second to hug to redhead before stepping back to Steve.
"We'll be back in a few hours. Three tops, if we don't fall asleep," He hummed, lacing their fingers together, "You have our numbers--"
"Jus' leave, y'so lame sometimes, Daddy," Peter rolled his eyes from behind Natasha's leg, grinning cheekily.
"From the mouths of babes." Steve teased lightly, giving Tony's hand a soft squeeze. "Behave, munchkin. And help with your brother, okay?"
He leaned down and smooched Peter's face before going to Sammy. "You be good and have fun too, okay Samwich?" Steve whispered with a smooch on the top of the baby's head. "Love you, boys."
"Goooo," Peter whined, frowning when Clint picked him up.
"Am I allowed to discipline this one," he asked bluntly, managing a straight face at Peter's ghostly complexion.
"Oh yes, by all means," Tony replied, trying so hard not to smirk, "Have fun, Petey."
He leaned over to smooch Sammy's cheek, waving to them--and Peter's horrified expression--as he skipped out to the car.
Steve chuckled after Tony, getting back in the car with a grin.
"That was so mean to him, Tony. Horrible." He laughed, smooching his husband's face.
"The worst Clint would do is hold him by his ankles till the blood went to his face, and even then, Natasha'll save him," Tony grinned, smooching Steve back, "But no talk about the boys. It's us time. Lots of us time. I don't like this whole taking-ten-minutes-to-get-prepped thing. I want you nice and loose at the end of our two hours."
He smirked and sped out of the driveway, one hand on the wheel as they made it home in no time flat.
All the blood rushed to Steve's face, quickly getting out of the car when they were parked. He went to the driver's side and practically dragged Tony out of the car and into the house.
"Eager?" Tony joked, squeaking when Steve shoved him up the stairs, practically slamming him against the wall. "Yep, very eager, good to know," he wheezed, already trying to strip himself of his clothes.
"You make me very eager when you start talking about it. So yes, very eager." Steve huffed, fingers fumbling as he worked to unbutton his shirt. "Sorry for the roughness so early in the game."
"No, no, I've missed it," Tony breathed, helping Steve out of his clothes, tugging him into the bedroom, "I miss you being rough with me--"
He whined softly, nipping at Steve's collar as he tossed his shirt aside.
Steve hummed thankfully at the nips, running his hands along Tony's body and caressing the skin.
"Yeah, but not if it’s by accident. It should be controlled if I'm a little rough." He murmured softly.
"Then control it and be harder," Tony growled, backing them up so he fell on the bed, "Please? I'll beg for it, if you want me to."
He quickly stripped off his pants and shoes, whining up at Steve.
Steve crawled up Tony's body, straddling his hips. He knelt down and mouthed at the juncture of Tony's neck and shoulder, biting lightly and sucking hard to form dark marks.
"Fuck," Tony groaned, tilting his head to give Steve more room, "Please, god, mark me up, baby, all yours--"
He moaned loudly, bucking his hips up to try and gain some friction.
"With pleasure, baby." Steve growled, rolling his hips down against Tony's as he continued.
"Y'know, for someone who was complaining I made them sore, you sure are looking to have me make you sore again." He chuckled, running his tongue against the fresh mark before going to make another one.
"Shut up and fuck me good," Tony breathed," tangling his fingers in Steve's hair, "I wanna be hobbling and covered in bruises. Get the crop if you want, I don't fuckin' care, I just need you in me in the next ten minutes or I'm going to die."
He tugged his boxers off and tossed them aside, reaching down to palm Steve through his briefs.
"Fu--" Steve groaned, biting his lip as he bucked into Tony's hand.
"I expect you to fuck me back if I do." He growled into his husband's ear, nipping his ear lobe before pulling back and heading for the desk.
"Yes sir, you have my word, Oh Captain my Captain," Tony grinned, saluting Steve from the bed, "More than happy to fuck you into an existential crisis."
He laughed, but swallowed his glee at the animalistic look in his husband's eyes.
Steve sauntered back over to the bed with his belt in hand, cracking it in his hands as he looked at Tony.
"I want you over my knees, Tony. Need you to learn to behave."
"Yes sir," Tony breathed, ignoring his cock jumping at Steve's words.
He stood and let the blond pull him over his lap, arousal stirring deep in his abdomen.
"I've been so bad lately, m'sorry Sir," Tony breathed, grinding down onto Steve's lap, "Been so naughty--"
"Only trouble you really cause is running that pretty mouth of yours." Steve smirked, running the belt lightly up Tony's bare backside slowly. "Need to stay quieter sometimes."
Tony quickly shut his mouth and dug his fingers into the comforter, offering his hips up to Steve. He shot a pleading look over his shoulder, wanting him to just, "get on with it already, Jesus Christ--"
Steve sent a quick swat to Tony's backside, running a soothing hand over it.
"This is what I mean. The back sass." He smirked back at Tony, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Well excuse me, princess," Tony rolled his eyes, trying to egg Steve on, "It's not my fault you swing like a first grader."
"Says the man who thinks running ten feet is exhausting." Steve scoffed with a harder smack. "Seriously, a first grader? As if Peter hits harder than me."
"You really wanna talk about Peter right now?" Tony shot back, raising an eyebrow, "And I can run much farther than ten feet, I just refuse to increase the pain on my arthritis."
Steve gave another smack a bit harder, soothing it with a hand.
"Chatter, Tony. We don't want that." He murmured, trailing fingers down the man's spine.
Tony squeaked at the smack, burying his embarrassed flush in the comforter.
"...Sorry, sir," came his muffled voice, "More sir, please--"
The blond hummed in reply, giving Tony ten more swats in succession, setting the belt down after and running soothing hands over Tony's cheeks.
Once the redness had dulled, Steve had reached over to grab lube from the drawer, slicking up his fingers and prodding one at Tony's entrance.
"Fuck," Tony wheezed, arching his hips up to give Steve more access, "P-please, Sir, I need you so bad--" He tried to roll his hips back onto Steve's fingers, whining softly.
"In good time, pet. In good time." Steve murmured, quickly pushing two fingers in and thrusting them in and out. "Gotta be good to get what you want."
"Yessir, good f'you, sir," Tony mumbled in a daze, panting softly into the comforter, "I can take more, promise, I don' wanna sit for weeks, wanna feel you in me, please--"
"We'll get there, love. Wanna make sure you end up a good kind of sore." He purred, slipping in a third finger and then a fourth, stretching Tony and making sure his fingertips began to brush his sweet spot.
"F-fuck--" Tony writhed in Steve's lap, arching as he tried not to cry out from the pleasure soaring through his veins.
"I need your cock in me, Sir, please," he begged, grinding onto Steve's lap, "I need your thick cock so bad, fingers aren't enough--"
"No need to beg, love." Steve hummed, removing his fingers. He moved Tony where he was laying back on the bed, pulling him into a heated kiss before moving to slick up.
He lined up with his husband, grabbing the brunet's hips before sliding in with a soft groan.
Tony scrabbled at his pillow and moaned loud and unashamedly, reaching up to thread his fingers into the hair at the nape of Steve's neck. "Please, please sir, move, I can't take it anymore," He begged again.
Steve gave a small growl and started his movements, slow but deep.
"Damn, still so tight, baby. Even after almost a whole hand?" He huffed, a slow burn already working up his spine.
"M'your tight lil' virgin," Tony breathed, having to squeeze the base of his cock to keep himself from coming, "Y'takin' m'flower, Sir--"
He groaned at the thought and rolled his hips down, nails scratching red lines down Steve's back as he tried to keep himself from coming too soon.
"And I'm the only one allowed to have you." The blond panted, a possessiveness in his tone as he picked up the pace. "No one else".
He moaned as he quickened, starting to feel Tony tighten around him.
"S-steve, I'm--"
Tony bit down on Steve's neck to keep from crying out as he came, stars dancing in his eyes as Steve still pounded into him.
Steve moaned from the bite and feeling Tony clench down around, coming hard into his lover as his hips continued to twitch forward, riding out the high.
Tony moaned into Steve's shoulder, panting heavily as he finally pulled off.
"Fuck," he whined, not caring that Steve was resting on him, "Missed that."
Steve did nothing but pant and nod in agreement, taking a moment before rolling off of Tony with a huff of breath. His nerves twitched, still feeling his high.
"Holy shit..." He gasped, eyes fluttering as he sank into the bed.
"You can say that again," Tony murmured, reaching over with a shaky hand to lace their fingers together, "I wish we could do that more often. Like when we first met..."
He sighed happily, turning his head to give Steve a dopey smile.
"It’s a bit harder with kids, but we make do." Steve smiled back, giving their hands a small squeeze. "I wouldn't change how things are for nothing..." He hummed softly.
He turned to his husband gently, pulling him in for a soft, loving kiss.
Tony happily kissed him back and snuggled up to him, worming his way up to tuck his head under Steve's chin.
"I still have to make good on that promise," he murmured, kissing the edge of Steve's lips.
"Mm-hmm." Steve hummed playfully, a small smile on his lips. "After we rest a few minutes, I expect you to." He purred, running light fingers over the marks he had made.
"Few minutes?" Tony whined, "I don't think I can move for a few minutes, let alone get it up."
He laughed softly, preening under Steve's touch.
"It doesn't have to be an actual few minutes. In a little bit." Steve chuckled, nuzzling Tony's cheeks. "You still need rest from last night, baby."
"Mhm," Tony murmured, humming at the pleasant ache in his veins, "Feels good though, very very good--"
He gently kissed Steve's cheek, more than happy to lay on him as he soaked in the afterglow.
"Glad I could help." The blond grinned softly.
Steve ran gentle hands along Tony's back lovely, whispering soft nothings in Gaelic happily.
"Mmm, y'gonna make me fall asleep," Tony yawned, curling up tightly, "Y'too comfy, Stevie."
He looked up with a drowsy smile, nudging their noses together.
"Then sleep a little, love. Take a catnap." Steve replied, giving Tony an eskimo kiss. "I'll hold down the fort until you wake up."
“Don't lemme sleep too long," Tony murmured, easily falling asleep in Steve's warm embrace.
"Don't worry, Tony..." He hummed, petting gently at dark locks.