He feels so flush and warm, not missing a single thing about the way Steve claims him as all he needs. It's a dizzying thing, to be somebody's anchor point. To try and give them everything and love them so wholly that they give themselves over completely in return. But that's the reciprocal affection he finds himself in with Steve. Extreme give and take. As much as Steve has found something deeply rewarding, gratifying, and something he needs in Tony, Tony finds just as much meaning in Steve. And giving that over to somebody is terrifying.
But it's Steve. Steve who has only done right by him as much as possible and put him first when it's possible. The world calls to them for greater things and protection and they both know that that comes first. But when it's quiet, when it's just the two of them and no one else needs to be saved... he knows he has everything with Steve. And wants to give him everything in turn.
It's that exact swirl of thoughts in his hazy lust driven mind that has him gazing up at Steve with reverence and a deep well of love. But... he can't help the way he spins out towards lust-blown half-lidded eyes and a sudden deep flush that runs throughout his entire body when Steve's so very obviously putting on a show. He has a hard time keeping his hands to himself, even seeing this for what it is. Steve's getting undressed- for him. Slowly. And-
"Fuck you are so hot," words exiting in a shivering exhale. The rest of him seems to physically agree, unable to hide the way his cock throbs with eagerness at every new inch of skin revealed. Even when Steve gets to the less fluid final parts of getting undressed all Tony can think about then is, "I want you so bad." Almost whining it, but then being immediately rewarded when Steve finally gets completely nude and just slides right back atop him like that where he belongs.
His hands drop low, curving over Steve's ass with a hard appreciative squeeze and then drift up, palms and fingertips pressing in as he tilts up to catch Steve in a deep, heated kiss. He touches over Steve's hips, and up the length of his back again, almost like he's holding Steve to him. Further still up towards the back of his head until he tangles his fingers in Steve's hair, grasping at the strands. The problems they were having, Tony's head full of grief and rage and anger, all of it has completely disintegrated underneath the very real weight of Steve, the way Tony needs him.
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But it's Steve. Steve who has only done right by him as much as possible and put him first when it's possible. The world calls to them for greater things and protection and they both know that that comes first. But when it's quiet, when it's just the two of them and no one else needs to be saved... he knows he has everything with Steve. And wants to give him everything in turn.
It's that exact swirl of thoughts in his hazy lust driven mind that has him gazing up at Steve with reverence and a deep well of love. But... he can't help the way he spins out towards lust-blown half-lidded eyes and a sudden deep flush that runs throughout his entire body when Steve's so very obviously putting on a show. He has a hard time keeping his hands to himself, even seeing this for what it is. Steve's getting undressed- for him. Slowly. And-
"Fuck you are so hot," words exiting in a shivering exhale. The rest of him seems to physically agree, unable to hide the way his cock throbs with eagerness at every new inch of skin revealed. Even when Steve gets to the less fluid final parts of getting undressed all Tony can think about then is, "I want you so bad." Almost whining it, but then being immediately rewarded when Steve finally gets completely nude and just slides right back atop him like that where he belongs.
His hands drop low, curving over Steve's ass with a hard appreciative squeeze and then drift up, palms and fingertips pressing in as he tilts up to catch Steve in a deep, heated kiss. He touches over Steve's hips, and up the length of his back again, almost like he's holding Steve to him. Further still up towards the back of his head until he tangles his fingers in Steve's hair, grasping at the strands. The problems they were having, Tony's head full of grief and rage and anger, all of it has completely disintegrated underneath the very real weight of Steve, the way Tony needs him.