That sound that Steve lets out, the way the word seems to vibrate against his neck and onto his lips, feels as if it takes his breath away in a whole new way, and he breathes him in. The way he feels, the way his scent is everything that he can sense. He wants to get lost in it in every way, and he kisses his neck again. He's trying to focus on that part of his body, on the parts that his body is touching, to memorize the sensation. To drown in it before it all ends - because he assumes that it will - and he lets out a quiet 'hmm?' when Steve says his name.
But then he turns to look at him, and he sees his face and that look in his eyes, and...wait, what? For a moment it feels like maybe he's just imagining this - maybe he's just dreaming it because he wants it so damn badly, but that look on his eyes tell him that he heard correctly. That Steve really does want this, and Tony leans up enough to kiss his lips. It's a silent answer, a quiet way to tell him anything you want, sweetheart, because he doesn't trust his voice right now, and he slips his other hand along his side so he can move to rest it against his hip. As he kisses him, he also waits a moment to continue, as if to give Steve an out in case he doesn't really want this and it had been just something that happened in the heat of the moment - only because deep down he's terrified that Steve will find himself regretting this later - but, when it doesn't happen, he slips his fingers beneath the spot where his jumpsuit is folded at the waist.
"Just move with me, okay?" His voice is still quiet, breathless, but it's still patient. Reassuring. That silent I've got you, I promise as he looks up at him before he kisses him again. His hips thrust again, but this time with his hand on Steve's waist, he helps to guide him, to show him how to move his body. As if to show him how to do this first with clothes, to help him without necessarily rushing him. His fingers inch a little further down below the waistline of the jumpsuit, and he teasingly bites his lip.
"And you're sure, baby?" His lips are barely apart from Steve's, and he gives his side a gently squeeze.
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But then he turns to look at him, and he sees his face and that look in his eyes, and...wait, what? For a moment it feels like maybe he's just imagining this - maybe he's just dreaming it because he wants it so damn badly, but that look on his eyes tell him that he heard correctly. That Steve really does want this, and Tony leans up enough to kiss his lips. It's a silent answer, a quiet way to tell him anything you want, sweetheart, because he doesn't trust his voice right now, and he slips his other hand along his side so he can move to rest it against his hip. As he kisses him, he also waits a moment to continue, as if to give Steve an out in case he doesn't really want this and it had been just something that happened in the heat of the moment - only because deep down he's terrified that Steve will find himself regretting this later - but, when it doesn't happen, he slips his fingers beneath the spot where his jumpsuit is folded at the waist.
"Just move with me, okay?" His voice is still quiet, breathless, but it's still patient. Reassuring. That silent I've got you, I promise as he looks up at him before he kisses him again. His hips thrust again, but this time with his hand on Steve's waist, he helps to guide him, to show him how to move his body. As if to show him how to do this first with clothes, to help him without necessarily rushing him. His fingers inch a little further down below the waistline of the jumpsuit, and he teasingly bites his lip.
"And you're sure, baby?" His lips are barely apart from Steve's, and he gives his side a gently squeeze.