Steve’s hands settled cautious at his waist and Tony ran his tongue over the shell of Steve’s ear to whisper--
“You wanna get me pregnant, soldier?”
Steve’s knees buckled a little and Tony moaned softly, fit himself tighter into Steve’s body and hissed, “You wanna breed me? Like you came home from the war and I was just waiting on you? Hold me down and fill me up till I’m spilling over full?”
“Fuck-- fuck.” Steve really did almost collapse when Tony palmed over his cock, squeezing purposefully over the thick length. “Tony.”
“Is that what you want?” Tony left a sharp bite at Steve’s ear lobe, sucked a wet kiss over the soldier’s pulse and shivered when Steve’s grip tightened too hard at his hips. “Cos I can do that for you.”
“I--I--I--” Steve had never been so confused or turned on in his life. “I don’t know how that’s gonna happen but-- but-- but I’m on board.”
“Good.” Tony stroked over him once, twice more and then pulled away with a devilish smirk at his gorgeous mouth. “Stay tuned, sweetheart.”
Tony's Malibu mansion has never felt emptier. His parents are dead, his uncle is gone, he hasn't spoken to the man who raised him in years, and the halls echo with the sounds of his regret. When his best friends suggest that he take a vacation for the holidays, he seizes at the opportunity, but he would never have imagined he'd end up on a website for house swapping.
Bucky's New York apartment has never been more quiet. He'd let his ex push away everyone he loved, let him use Bucky for his own gain, and he's got nothing to show for it other than some raging trust issues. When one of his friends suggests he get away from the city for December, he winds up agreeing to switch houses with Tony Stark, of all people.
Tony and Bucky come from two very different lifestyles, but over two weeks at the end of the year, they'll find laughter and love, and maybe, just maybe, they'll make themselves a new home.