Even though this is something that Tony has been wanting for longer than just tonight, now that the moment is finally here, it feels surreal. He hadn't expected Steve to tell him to show him this level of intimacy, not after how he had seemed earlier, but now that they're here... Tony knows and appreciates the level of trust that Steve is putting on him. This isn't just a fling. This isn't just something that they'll both enjoy tonight and then see how things go tomorrow. This is real, this is theirs.
And, while at some point it might have scared Tony, right now it doesn't. A lot of people have seen Tony the playboy, but that version of himself is dead and gone. He has been dead and gone for years now, really, but that fact is being cemented right now. Every touch, every glance, every way that Tony whispers to him and right down to the way he moves, it's all specifically so that Steve can know one thing: that this is special to him, too. That this may be Steve's first time, but it's not lost on him how incredibly important this is to him as well. How significant. How absolutely unforgettable this will be for both of them.
As he kisses him again, Tony helps to undress Steve the best way he could. There's an urgency in his movement, because now that the green light has been given it's like he cannot wait to touch Steve and feel him inside him, but he doesn't move too fast in case there's a moment in which Steve ever hesitates. Because he's ready to stop, too, just in case he ends up not feeling ready, and that's important to Tony, too, that he knows that.
Except, Steve doesn't want to stop. He can see the surprise at times, the amazement at everything that's happening, but it's never hesitation. It's never a no, or a stop, and the look of pure adoration and desire in Tony's face say everything he can't say right now. That blend of you're beautiful, and I love you that he can't quite bring his voice to say yet.
He lets his movements show him, though. With every kiss he slips against his collarbone or his lips, with every way his fingertips get to know the dips and valleys of his muscles, with the way he hooks his legs against Steve's and holds him close. And then, as he 'walks him through' what to do once Steve is ready, Tony is mesmerized in the way he looks. In how happy he feels. In how Steve manages to draw out ragged moans out of him so easily in the best way possible, and as their bodies seem to blend together into one, he gets lost in the perfection of it all.
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And, while at some point it might have scared Tony, right now it doesn't. A lot of people have seen Tony the playboy, but that version of himself is dead and gone. He has been dead and gone for years now, really, but that fact is being cemented right now. Every touch, every glance, every way that Tony whispers to him and right down to the way he moves, it's all specifically so that Steve can know one thing: that this is special to him, too. That this may be Steve's first time, but it's not lost on him how incredibly important this is to him as well. How significant. How absolutely unforgettable this will be for both of them.
As he kisses him again, Tony helps to undress Steve the best way he could. There's an urgency in his movement, because now that the green light has been given it's like he cannot wait to touch Steve and feel him inside him, but he doesn't move too fast in case there's a moment in which Steve ever hesitates. Because he's ready to stop, too, just in case he ends up not feeling ready, and that's important to Tony, too, that he knows that.
Except, Steve doesn't want to stop. He can see the surprise at times, the amazement at everything that's happening, but it's never hesitation. It's never a no, or a stop, and the look of pure adoration and desire in Tony's face say everything he can't say right now. That blend of you're beautiful, and I love you that he can't quite bring his voice to say yet.
He lets his movements show him, though. With every kiss he slips against his collarbone or his lips, with every way his fingertips get to know the dips and valleys of his muscles, with the way he hooks his legs against Steve's and holds him close. And then, as he 'walks him through' what to do once Steve is ready, Tony is mesmerized in the way he looks. In how happy he feels. In how Steve manages to draw out ragged moans out of him so easily in the best way possible, and as their bodies seem to blend together into one, he gets lost in the perfection of it all.