“God,” Tony gasps as Steve mouths his way down Tony’s neck. “I love you,” he blurts, breathlessly. “I’ve said that, right? Because I do, Steve.”
Steve stops from his dedication to sucking several bruises on Tony’s neck to look at him in amusement and fond annoyance. “You know, it might’ve come up.”
Tony rolls his eyes and hooks his hand around Steve’s neck, pulling him back in. He scrapes his fingernails gently down the nape of Steve’s neck and Steve lets out a small breathy sigh.
Tony smiles deviously. Out of everything, Steve loves when Tony tugs on his hair, runs his hands through it, scrapes his nails against his scalp. It’s cute as fuck when Tony can pet Steve into blissful unconsciousness, and it’s hot as fuck when a slight tug of his blonde hair makes Steve gasp.
As he looks down at Steve, still pressing soft and wet kisses to his neck and jaw, he feels a surge of affection rush through him. God, he loves him. Every ounce of him, every part, even the parts that make him want to tear his own hair out, even the parts that Tony hates. He loves it all, he loves Steve.
And well, it’s not the best time, and honestly, Tony’s been waiting too damn long to do this, but whatever, fuck it, no time like the present.
He grips his hand in Steve’s hair and pulls, eliciting a surprised groan from him.
Steve yanks his head back, eyes meeting Tony’s. It’s really not the best time, because Steve’s eyes are dark and hooded, and Tony’s having a really hard time thinking about anything but the ache deep in his stomach, the want that begs him to forget everything that isn’t Steve’s mouth.
But, either way, he’s Tony fucking Stark and he’s sick of waiting, he’s done hoping for a perfect time, so he drops to one knee and fishes out the ring from his pocket.
Steve’s eyes grow wide and Tony’s seen him less fazed by giant caterpillars. A soft gasp falls from his lips. Tony is acutely aware of the way his heart is hammering in his chest, so fast that Tony thinks he might actually die.
“So, obviously, this is a terrible time, but we never really have time and the last time I tried to do this half of Jersey nearly got blown up.”
Steve smiles slightly, and Tony takes that as a good sign.
“But I want you.” The smile falls from Steve’s face at that, replaced by something less readable, something that reminds Tony of pain and happiness all at once.
“And not just to fuck, although admittedly, I’m really not opposed,” Tony bables, and he can still feel his heart going haywire in his chest. “But I want you. I want mornings and nights, because I can’t sleep without you, and I work better with you, and you’re infuriating, God-you’re infuriating, with your righteous man schtick, but either way, I want you. I want you, Steven Grant Rogers. Marry me?”
Steve has a smile on his face now, a fondly amused one, and he kneels down to kiss Tony, hungry and demanding, taking and promising, and when he pulls away, Tony is gasping for air.
“That a yes?” Tony manages to choke out, and Steve laughs, a warm full sound that Tony loves, God, does he love it.
“It’s a yes,” Steve whispers, looking into Tony’s eyes as Tony stands up.
Tony purposefully maintains eye contact with Steve as he slips the ring onto Steve’s finger, overcome with sudden emotion.
Steve looks down at it, and Tony knows, knows the instant that Steve sees it, he knows what it is.
“Gold-titanium alloy?” Steve asks, the light in his eyes dancing.
Steve grins then, a full wide easy smile, and Tony feels his heart crack open. He said yes, his brain reminds him, and Tony feels the sudden and inexplicable urge to start crying.
God, he’s a full-blown fucking mess, crying like all those girls he’d laughed at before.
Steve seems to sense the change in his demeanor, wrapping Tony in his arms and using his hand to tilt Tony’s head up. He presses soft kisses to Tony’s forehead, smoothing his curls out of his face. “What’s wrong?” he asks, with those blue eyes, always so sincere and so goddamn earnest, and that’s what tips Tony over the edge.
His eyes well and he feels the tears begin to flow down his cheeks. “I love you,” he chokes out, and Steve looks down at him with confusion and affection.
“I love you too, but I’m kinda missing why this warrants crying.”
“Fuck you, Rogers,” Tony coughs out, shoving playfully against his chest. “I’m being emotional, you can’t make fun of my plight.”
Steve’s eyes are still twinkling at him, and his lips are quirked up in a smirk. “Sure I can. We’re engaged now, remember?”
Tony rolls his eyes, and the tears seem to be stopping. “You’re a jerk, Rogers,” he says into Steve’s neck, burying his face in the curve there.
Tony resists the urge to roll his eyes again. “Yes, Rogers, a jerk that I love.”
Steve laughs and the sound reverberates through Tony, and Tony reaches down to join together their hands, hearing the clink of their rings.
Steve frowns and pulls away, looking down at Tony’s ring. “This isn’t from your suit,” he says questioningly, looking at the dark blue ring circling Tony’s finger.
“Figured that out all on your own, did you?”
Steve rolls his eyes this time, bringing Tony’s hand up to look at it better. Tony sees the moment when he realizes what it is, eyes going wide in shock.
“Vibranium?” he asks, his voice full of wonder and shock.
Tony laughs a little, taking in the expression on Steve’s face. “Got it on the first try, Rogers, you’re a natural.”
“But-where’d you get this?”
Tony shrugs. “Shuri was surprisingly kind about the whole thing, after, of course, telling me that she was glad I’d finally gotten my head out of my ass.”
Steve huffs out a small smile, bringing Tony’s hand up to his lips and kissing the ring. “I love it, Tony.”
Tony melts at that. “Yeah?”
“Good, because you can’t give it back. We’re a done deal now, Rogers.” Tony hopes that Steve can’t see the way his hands are shaking, or the slight inflection in his voice. But because Steve is anything but a dumb blonde, of course he does.
“I won’t,” he promises, eyes locked onto Tony’s, full of promise and sincerity.
Tony sighs a little, inwardly, before stepping back into Steve’s arms. “You’ve got me, I’ve got you,” he whispers.
Steve’s arms close around him and Tony smiles a little at the familiarity of his warmth. “Always,” he whispers, his heartbeat steady against Tony’s.
Tony swallows the lump in his throat before responding.
(So, I have like 4 drafts and 2 dozen requests (which i love, please send more) but I wrote this instead, because I’m a sap. Also, because I’m happy for the first time in months and it feels fucking wonderful. Also, the whole Harry Potter reference wasn’t intentional, it just worked out that way. Either way, enjoy!)
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