[ Steve should really be helping Tony get his clothes off, but he's more of a hindrance, and finds himself busy with warm hands on his skin, running up his sides, cupping his chest, flicking a thumb over his nipple. The sensation feels just a little bit different when he's drunk - no worse or better, just different. It's a little bit thrilling. ]

You always wanna give me everything.

[ A total call-out, but he doesn't mean it badly. He smacks Tony on the ass and draws his tongue over his teeth as he's finally freed from his pants, dropping a hand to gently tease his cock. He looks up at Tony with as intense a gaze as he can muster, half-affected by drink and half by lust. ]

I love it. Love that you can't wait to get my hands on you. Love when you always tell me what I want to do to you, like you don't want it just as bad. Like it's never your idea in the first place.

[ The rambling doesn't really get a filter, but that's fine. One of the things he likes about the sex is the vulnerability, the way that he doesn't have to put on the Steve Rogers he shows to everyone else. He just gets to be Tony's fiancé, his beloved, his lover. ]

I need you.

[ He mumbles that into Tony's mouth, feeling all the drunker still off of their shared breaths, fumbling around in their nightstand, getting what he's looking for but also definitely smacking the whole top drawer onto the bedroom floor. ]

--'ll fix that tomorrow.