The way Tony holds onto his shirt is one of many things that makes Steve's heart pound faster. There's just something different he's realizing, about being close to Tony this way. It feels harder, if that was even possible, to pull himself out of the swell of whatever it is he's feeling right now. Pinning Tony against a door was one thing — shouldn't this be exactly the same action, just ... horizontal? — and yet Steve can't explain it. For some reason, it feels more intimate.
His breathing gets heavier too when he hears that gasp, and Steve just stares right down at Tony, his own eyes reflecting a newfound desire and a hint of fear. Something else inside him too, something he's been feeling gradually ramp up, is starting to get more and more prominent, and when Tony moves to press another kiss against his lips, the way Steve moves to meet him feels hungrier than it did before.
In the end, maybe because he couldn't decide, his body just does it for him, and it's terrifying as he starts to feel how soft and sturdy Tony's body is beneath his. He breathes in, nervous in a way that Tony's never seen him before, before his eyes look to Tony's for reassurance, but then he's there. Not all of his weight is on Tony — one of Steve's arms is carrying some of it, because he still isn't willing to press everything down onto Tony's chest. But god. This. This feels-
"I've always thought-" he whispers, because talking is such a great idea right now, but he's feeling so much and Steve doesn't know how to handle it. "I've always thought you were beautiful." Beautiful, a word so pure that it doesn't match the breathiness in his voice right now, or the way he's kissing Tony. But Steve doesn't have the right vocabulary. Steve Rogers doesn't say hot or sexy or any other word belonging to that family. At least not yet.
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His breathing gets heavier too when he hears that gasp, and Steve just stares right down at Tony, his own eyes reflecting a newfound desire and a hint of fear. Something else inside him too, something he's been feeling gradually ramp up, is starting to get more and more prominent, and when Tony moves to press another kiss against his lips, the way Steve moves to meet him feels hungrier than it did before.
In the end, maybe because he couldn't decide, his body just does it for him, and it's terrifying as he starts to feel how soft and sturdy Tony's body is beneath his. He breathes in, nervous in a way that Tony's never seen him before, before his eyes look to Tony's for reassurance, but then he's there. Not all of his weight is on Tony — one of Steve's arms is carrying some of it, because he still isn't willing to press everything down onto Tony's chest. But god. This. This feels-
"I've always thought-" he whispers, because talking is such a great idea right now, but he's feeling so much and Steve doesn't know how to handle it. "I've always thought you were beautiful." Beautiful, a word so pure that it doesn't match the breathiness in his voice right now, or the way he's kissing Tony. But Steve doesn't have the right vocabulary. Steve Rogers doesn't say hot or sexy or any other word belonging to that family. At least not yet.