ohHO – LemonGrenade

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Belatedly, Steve moved to take his gloves off. Fingerless or not, they were hard leather—

Tony grabbed him by the wrist and stilled his motions. “Leave them on,” he let out, his pupils blown.

After Hours by laireshi (616 AU, 1122 words, E) / Tumblr post

For @laireshi, who wrote me this sweet ficlet for the Art/Fic mini-challenge. It’s absolutely incredible, and I love it soooo much. If you like sappy stevetony and feelings, read it! ………….And then there’s me, being myself over here… I basically went through Laire’s very long fic tag in its entirety, certain I was gonna draw some angst-sad. But then thirsty Commander Rogers existed with his stupid fingerless gloves, so I had to draw this. (There are also some slight undertones of this other ficlet in here, coughs.)