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“What a sweet boy,” Tony murmured against his ear, “being so obedient and helpful.” And Steve shivered, feeling—
He didn’t know how he felt actually. Good, though. A little dazed too maybe. His head seemed … emptier than normal, although that seemed off somehow, but it was difficult to understand why.
He let himself rest against Tony, not enough to put any strain on him, but enough to feel him pressed against as much of Steve as he could manage. He wished they could be even closer.
“Hmm, Puppy seems tired. Why don’t we lie down for a bit,” Tony said, and Steve swayed in place when Tony pulled away, uncertain about what he was supposed to do. But Tony drew him down and arranged them until they were lying on their sides, spooned together, and that was better, even if Steve was aware of all the parts of his body that weren’t touching Tony.
He had the niggling feeling that he’d forgotten something, but Tony wasn’t saying anything, was curled around him and seemed content to be there, so it couldn’t be that important, could it?
Steve wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t remember whatever it was, everything muted, and his eyelashes were doing their best to glue themselves to his cheeks, so he let it go for the time being. Nothing could be too wrong if Tony was holding him.
Well, maybe the muzzle. Steve wrinkled his nose as he rubbed his head into a pillow, trying to find a comfortable position. The muzzle wasn’t bad exactly. It didn’t hurt anywhere, and nothing pinched when he moved, but it was unfamiliar, rested oddly against his face, and was just annoying enough that he couldn’t ignore it.
He tried to bury his cheek into the pillow in order to force the muzzle up a bit so he wasn’t lying on it quite so much, and Tony laughed behind him.
“Don’t like it?” Tony whispered, and not waiting for a reply, he reached around and detached the muzzle, tossing it away. Steve would’ve rubbed his face in relief, but Tony leaned against him, heavier and heavier, so Steve went with the pressure, shifting onto his front.
“I’m just getting the blanket,” Tony told him, and once he brought attention to it, Steve realized he was a little cold.
Except for where Tony was warm on top of him, Tony’s body bearing down on his back. Steve liked it, the weight, the feeling of being pinned in place. Combined with the solidness of the mattress along his front, it felt nice. Grounding. Like he was more present in his body because of the resistance against it. So when Tony started to pull away, Steve didn’t think, just knew he needed to keep Tony where he was.
“What’s this?” Tony asked, voice soft as Steve’s fingers caught and held onto his shirt. “Does Puppy want me to stay on top of him?”
Steve nodded, glad his face was somewhat hidden in the pillow.
“Well, who am I to say no to such a cute boy? Go on, get comfortable then,” Tony said, lifting himself away but not so far that Steve couldn’t feel him hovering over him, and Steve made a few half-hearted adjustments, just wanting Tony back. He sighed when Tony lay down, Steve’s whole body going loose and pliant, as if Tony would define his shape for him.
He fell asleep like that, thinking how good it would be if that could be true.