The warmth that Steve is more or less radiating is impossible to miss, especially when he himself runs cold by default. It makes him want to stay there, and just pull himself closer against Steve, but he already knows that he's pushing boundaries right now. Or, rather, it hadn't fully hit him that he's putting Steve in a possibly uncomfortable position by getting so close and wrapping his arm around him, until he saw the coloring on his face.
Still, since he's not pushing him away, Tony doesn't let go. Especially when he kisses him back, and Tony can only stare at him when he smiles. He won't say it, but there are days that he himself is surprised that he had given him another shot, that they're really here, but ever since they clarified their intentions with each other... There hasn't been a single moment that he has regretted this. Any of this. And, who knows. Maybe it's wrong, maybe he should question things more. After all, a lot of things had happened back home between them, but he would be lying if he were to say that his feelings for Steve had only begun here. He would also be lying if he were to say that this place hadn't accelerated things in a manner that he never would have expected, because the life-and-death situations just push it to the forefront of his mind that they cannot waste any chances. That they cannot waste any time.
Still, he's wiling to pull back if Steve doesn't feel comfortable about being this close. It's hard to remember sometimes that they had agreed to take things slow, because Tony wants nothing more than to take off his own shirt now as well and maybe find their way to Steve's room, but...
"Yeah, sure." He waits for Steve to let him go, because he himself doesn't want to move. Ultimately he moves his arm, but only to settle his hand against his hip, his fingers brushing gently across the small of his back in the process. He'll step back, his eyes almost say, when Steve lets go. Until then, Tony's just fighting the temptation to kiss him all over again.
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Still, since he's not pushing him away, Tony doesn't let go. Especially when he kisses him back, and Tony can only stare at him when he smiles. He won't say it, but there are days that he himself is surprised that he had given him another shot, that they're really here, but ever since they clarified their intentions with each other... There hasn't been a single moment that he has regretted this. Any of this. And, who knows. Maybe it's wrong, maybe he should question things more. After all, a lot of things had happened back home between them, but he would be lying if he were to say that his feelings for Steve had only begun here. He would also be lying if he were to say that this place hadn't accelerated things in a manner that he never would have expected, because the life-and-death situations just push it to the forefront of his mind that they cannot waste any chances. That they cannot waste any time.
Still, he's wiling to pull back if Steve doesn't feel comfortable about being this close. It's hard to remember sometimes that they had agreed to take things slow, because Tony wants nothing more than to take off his own shirt now as well and maybe find their way to Steve's room, but...
"Yeah, sure." He waits for Steve to let him go, because he himself doesn't want to move. Ultimately he moves his arm, but only to settle his hand against his hip, his fingers brushing gently across the small of his back in the process. He'll step back, his eyes almost say, when Steve lets go. Until then, Tony's just fighting the temptation to kiss him all over again.