It's automatic, the way he drains his glass the second Steve puts his down. The writing is on the wall. They've had their moment. Held it. Aren't going to be suspect to running. Tony feels sufficiently in control- ...mostly. With the party. With Steve he's feeling a little out of sorts, suddenly.
There's an immediate spark of interest in his own gaze as he rakes it over Steve, though his smirk is soft. His tone matches Steve's, quiet, deep, and private. "I'll take you anywhere you want, Cap." Suggestiveness practically dripping from every word.
He puts his now empty glass down on the bar and that same hand touches across the crook of Steve's arm, grasping momentarily. Mostly because he can. Steve doesn't need guidance. But he's feeling a little bold. And protective against the oncoming crowd of bodies that seems like they're descending. Like they might say no, please stay. So he's quick about it, and hangs on perhaps a little longer than he should as the two of them abscond from the party, the entire length of the ballroom, through the lobby, and then out into the brisk night air.
The valet stands at attention at his podium and once he sees Tony zips away to go get his car. Only then does Tony let go of Steve, slipping his hands into his own pockets and aims a grin his way. "So. My place or yours?" This is a joke. It's a joke but he doesn't follow it up to really give that indication. Maybe because a part of it isn't.
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There's an immediate spark of interest in his own gaze as he rakes it over Steve, though his smirk is soft. His tone matches Steve's, quiet, deep, and private. "I'll take you anywhere you want, Cap." Suggestiveness practically dripping from every word.
He puts his now empty glass down on the bar and that same hand touches across the crook of Steve's arm, grasping momentarily. Mostly because he can. Steve doesn't need guidance. But he's feeling a little bold. And protective against the oncoming crowd of bodies that seems like they're descending. Like they might say no, please stay. So he's quick about it, and hangs on perhaps a little longer than he should as the two of them abscond from the party, the entire length of the ballroom, through the lobby, and then out into the brisk night air.
The valet stands at attention at his podium and once he sees Tony zips away to go get his car. Only then does Tony let go of Steve, slipping his hands into his own pockets and aims a grin his way. "So. My place or yours?" This is a joke. It's a joke but he doesn't follow it up to really give that indication. Maybe because a part of it isn't.