Somewhere in the back of his mind he does remember what happened tonight, only because he feels the twinges of pain shooting up at random moments, but he doesn't react. He's so wrapped up in what he's feeling, in what Steve is making him feel with every touch and every kiss, that it might as well be numbing him out.

Especially when he tugs the neckline down of his shirt, and Tony unconsciously writhes a little against him as his body is trying to push itself closer to Steve as he continues kissing him. Without even noticing what he's doing, his hand trails down along Steve's side until he gets to his waist, and now it's Tony's turn to take a fistful of the hem. It's not until he feels the warmth of Steve's skin brush against his fingers that he realizes what he's doing, and he forces himself to stop from completely letting himself roam Steve's skin, but he holds onto his shirt for dear life as if that way it'll help him with that goal.

It feels like it won't work, though, as he feels Steve's tongue against his lip. It makes a soft ragged moan escape from his lips almost like a gasp, because god, Steve is seriously better at this than he gives himself credit for, and that desire that is burning through his veins is all that he can think of.

No, he didn't do anything unwelcome. If anything, Steve is finding out ways to unmake him in the best way possible, and he latches a leg over Steve's as he welcomes him back to his mouth. As if to encourage him, to let him know that he's doing perfectly fine even if he's probably going to need a cold shower after this, but it's worth it.

This - Steve is absolutely worth all of it.