There's really no question that he wants it — even if Steve isn't completely sure what it is supposed to be right now. He can't see the endgame, because to be honest, he's never imagined being that intimate with anyone, not even in his dreams. But right now, when he feels Tony's fingers wander a little more, he knows he wants Tony to be there.
It isn't until he feels that little thrust against his own hips though, that Steve becomes incredibly aware of how vulnerable his body feels right now. Because however Tony just moved electrified him, and now the nerves in his skin are reacting all at once, and all Steve wants is to feel it again — for Tony to do that again. But he doesn't know how to ask, just like he doesn't even know what it is that Tony did, so instead, when he does break that kiss, Steve focuses on something simple that he knows the name of: desperately trying to catch his breath.
He had no idea someone could make him, or his body, feel this way.
"Mmmnhn-" The sound seems to be all that Steve can manage in response at the moment, when Tony's lips are on his neck and his hand is beneath his shirt and pressed perfectly along his back. A moment ago, Steve thought it would be impossible to be any closer than they already were. Because the only space left between them are the thin milimeters provided by their clothes. But as both he and Tony reach beneath each other's shirts, Steve realizes how wrong he really was. To accommodate their hands, both their shirts slide up just enough, and for the first time, Steve feels an inch of his stomach press against Tony's and it feels so smooth and hot, and he wants ... god he wants ...
... again, he doesn't know how to put it to words. All Steve knows is that his own breath has turned ragged and he's doing his best to hold in a whimper — one that ends up coming out anyway instead of words when he tries to speak.
But Steve tries again.
"T-Tony," he starts, in a breathy, soft whisper, and his voice is so quiet that the only reason Tony can even hear him is because of how close they are right now. And god, Steve knows he's turning red, he can feel the heat in his cheeks just like he can feel the nervousness in his chest and the desperate hope in his eyes, as he glances at Tony's. "Sh-Show me? How to do this?"
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It isn't until he feels that little thrust against his own hips though, that Steve becomes incredibly aware of how vulnerable his body feels right now. Because however Tony just moved electrified him, and now the nerves in his skin are reacting all at once, and all Steve wants is to feel it again — for Tony to do that again. But he doesn't know how to ask, just like he doesn't even know what it is that Tony did, so instead, when he does break that kiss, Steve focuses on something simple that he knows the name of: desperately trying to catch his breath.
He had no idea someone could make him, or his body, feel this way.
"Mmmnhn-" The sound seems to be all that Steve can manage in response at the moment, when Tony's lips are on his neck and his hand is beneath his shirt and pressed perfectly along his back. A moment ago, Steve thought it would be impossible to be any closer than they already were. Because the only space left between them are the thin milimeters provided by their clothes. But as both he and Tony reach beneath each other's shirts, Steve realizes how wrong he really was. To accommodate their hands, both their shirts slide up just enough, and for the first time, Steve feels an inch of his stomach press against Tony's and it feels so smooth and hot, and he wants ... god he wants ...
... again, he doesn't know how to put it to words. All Steve knows is that his own breath has turned ragged and he's doing his best to hold in a whimper — one that ends up coming out anyway instead of words when he tries to speak.
But Steve tries again.
"T-Tony," he starts, in a breathy, soft whisper, and his voice is so quiet that the only reason Tony can even hear him is because of how close they are right now. And god, Steve knows he's turning red, he can feel the heat in his cheeks just like he can feel the nervousness in his chest and the desperate hope in his eyes, as he glances at Tony's. "Sh-Show me? How to do this?"