[The hangovers are the worst part about a fun night, but he'll worry about that tomorrow. Literally. The only time he'll need to. Right now he's having fun, making away with Steve like a couple of drunk college kids. Away from the party and into the dorms, so to speak.
A little noise slips out of him, as Steve lifts him up and throws him down, something slightly startled but warm near the end. Followed by more of that warm bubbly laughter that alcohol lets loose from him so freely. Not quite as guarded or reserved. The chuckling dying down into an even softer noise as Steve leans in over him. Tony's hands are as greedy as ever, catching in Steve's shirt before lifting to hold the sides of Steve's face, pull him in closer so they can kiss.]
Oh- is that what we're doing?
[Lips parted, grinning against Steve's mouth, and then kissing him again because that's apparently the name of the game now. Less about finding something that'll only get everyone else- Steve in this case- to drink. Instead trying to flip through his mental catalogue to capture them both.]
Never have I ever- wanted you so bad I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
[Tactless and maybe a little too easy, especially as he gives himself permission to reach down and cup Steve's ass in a firm squeeze while tipping in for another smiley kiss. But it only occurs to him that that makes no sense and he tries to amend-]
Could? Could keep my hands to myself? You know what I mean.
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[The hangovers are the worst part about a fun night, but he'll worry about that tomorrow. Literally. The only time he'll need to. Right now he's having fun, making away with Steve like a couple of drunk college kids. Away from the party and into the dorms, so to speak.
A little noise slips out of him, as Steve lifts him up and throws him down, something slightly startled but warm near the end. Followed by more of that warm bubbly laughter that alcohol lets loose from him so freely. Not quite as guarded or reserved. The chuckling dying down into an even softer noise as Steve leans in over him. Tony's hands are as greedy as ever, catching in Steve's shirt before lifting to hold the sides of Steve's face, pull him in closer so they can kiss.]
Oh- is that what we're doing?
[Lips parted, grinning against Steve's mouth, and then kissing him again because that's apparently the name of the game now. Less about finding something that'll only get everyone else- Steve in this case- to drink. Instead trying to flip through his mental catalogue to capture them both.]
Never have I ever- wanted you so bad I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
[Tactless and maybe a little too easy, especially as he gives himself permission to reach down and cup Steve's ass in a firm squeeze while tipping in for another smiley kiss. But it only occurs to him that that makes no sense and he tries to amend-]
Could? Could keep my hands to myself? You know what I mean.