#;the fitz

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♨️ + Fitz + Daiki

He wasn't exactly proud of the groan that slipped free as he settled in to the heated water. Tensio bleeding from his shoulders almost immediately, heat ducking down to stretch out a particular part of his neck that had been bothering him. He'd always loved the idea of a hot tub, but actually getting to them was a luxury reserved for a special occasion. Or, alternatively, Daiki saying it was something he deserved and dragging Fitz along with him. He'd lost track of the other at some point for one reason or another, almost missing him waking in.

Almost. His eyes did lift slowly to watch the other slipping in next to him. Offering a half smile, something meant to say thank you when he didn't exactly trust his voice in that moment.

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♨️ + fitz and grant [ for that post-mission, pre-relationship ust goodness >.> ]

Eyes up eyes up eyes up eyes up. It's basically a mantra playing over and over in the back of Fitz's mind. He didn't even like the idea of a hot tub. Considering it was one used by the entire team and he had seen the state some of their equipment came back in, god knows well they cleaned off before getting in here. But worst of all, worst, was the fact Ward had also decided to join him in here. Which meant he was actively staring anywhere at all aside from the man next to him.

Was he being subtle? Not at all. But considering this was meant to be realxing and he was tenser than before he'd sunk in to the steaming water, well... That was probably pretty telling.

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Daiky & Fitz: M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3 - The Electric Bootyloo [ 3E ]

There had always been something more to their relationship. Fitz couldn't put his finger on exactly when it had changed, when he'd started viewing Daiky as... Started seeing him in this sort of light. He didn't want to throw himself off, looking too heavily in to it when he could just experience it for a little and then lose himself once he wasn't. So happily distracted by the other's weight settling in to his lap. The heat of Daiky's skin beneath his hands, the pressure of those lips against his own. Locking away the sensations in his head while his eyes remained shut for a few moments longer. Only opening them when he became aware of the fact neither of them was exactly soft at this point.

"Can I... Let me take care of you?" Sure, maybe asking when it was clear that they were both more than in to this seemed a little redundant, but it was necessary in Fitz's eyes. Permission. Clear. He needed it.

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For @comiiical

It wasn't like he could just ignore the fact Scotty was practically laying a pipe along his back. It didn't detract from the eased tension in his shoulders, practically melting in to the couch with minimal complaints about the fact he still had several things to be doing, but it was already too late for him to actually escape. Head turned to the side so that the other would still be able to hear him talk.

"It's fine. Feel like you'd end up just working yourself up again even if we waited for it to go down." Idle amusement filled his tone, even as he shifted his hips a little to rock back. Just a little, keep teasing the other.

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For @bistanders from here

"I'm not sure there's anybody that could teach you to behave, Clint." There's idle amusement in Fitz's voice, hesitating where he stoo for a few moment slonger, before both pairs of eyes on him seemed lik enough of a go ahead to move in closer. Wile e'd been brazen enough to make the request he hadn't fully anticipated the answer being yes, and it showed in those moments.

Quickly, however, he stuffed that down and instead leaned in to catch that cheeky sod's mouth in a kiss, his free hand reaching to curl in to Grant's hair. A soft scratch, a show of attention and affection.

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"You know, I'd question the whole clothes in the tub thing, mate, but honestly? It's a good look for you. Still think the view'd be better without them, but who am I to judge?"

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For @flexhub

How was he meant to doing anything but this? Seeing Steve coming back after a run, catching his breath, so open and inviting evenif it was potentiall a completely unknown incentive on the other's part. Dropping down next to the other had been easy, and sliding his hand down between the other's legs? Easier, honestly, even as he let out a soft chuckle as soon as he heard his name in that tone. To Steve it was a prayer, to Fitz? A form of surrender, that even just lone fingers brushing between the spread of thighs earned.

"What if they do, huh?" A soft murmur in response, lifting himself up as much as he could to press a brief kiss to the other's temple, all while his palm continued it's steady exploration. Eventually hooking beneath the short fabric, thumb loosely brushing beneath the leg. "You gonna tell me to stop? Or, would you just get all the more turned on, Cap?"

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For @flexrated​ from here

There was something to be said for having an entirely new subject matter to study. While a majority of Fitz’s knowledge was far more physical than theoretical, based entirely on what he had access to rather than working on a grand scheme that baffled him each time he went a little too deep on the possibilities, it was still exhilerating. It also meant he had been spending a little more time reading and researching than initial expectations had expressed. And he was really no closer to a solution, but he was potentially on the right track. Maybe. Possibly.

The sudden warmth of another body against his own snapped him from his current mental deep dive, but didn’t get him to look up. Not yet. It was a few moments later that his gaze shifted a little to once more take in the view of Grant, and shift one hand to the exposed skin. Slow, teasing, waiting for the other to finally speak before answering himself. “Oh really, my touch in particular? Here I was thinking you were just a horn dog,” Fitz teased, moving his head a little so he could brush a kiss to his temple. “Do you just enjoy being a sweaty mess, or entirely coincidence that every time you gett his close you ave definitely been working out?”