Watching Steve react is a wonderful sight. Tony's addicted to it from the first moment, and he can't look away from him because he's just enthralled in him. In this. It makes him so damn happy that it feels like his chest is going to burst in the best way possible.
And god, the way that Steve touches him has a way of making him come undone. He can't get enough of that, either, and when he notices that Steve hesitates the moment that he sees the bruises on his side, he wastes no time in assuring him that it's okay. That he wants this. If anything, he just holds onto him a little tighter, as if encouraging Steve to do the same with him, because he doesn't want to stop. He wants him to hold him tighter, to not hold back, to make him his. Please, his quiet moans say as he moves with Steve and takes his lips in his, please make me yours. Steve may not want to hurt him, but Tony absolutely loves how it feels when he slips just enough to let himself grip on a little tighter than usual. The sounds of pleasure that escape Tony's throat make it obvious that it's okay, that he should keep going - please keep going.
That sensation, along with everything he's feeling for him, feel like they're pushing him to an edge, and Tony does what he can to bring Steve along with him. He knows this night will be memorable because it's his first time, but he also wants him to enjoy this. To know how much Tony wants him, how perfect this is, how amazing this can feel. He wants Steve to enjoy it as much as possible because he has waited long enough to discover how this feels, and every touch, every thrust, every kiss is intended to make him feel as good as Steve is making him feel.
By the time they're tangled together, Tony doesn't feel the aftermath from the fight in the Commissary in any way. He's drowning in bliss, especially as Steve curls his body around him, and Tony hooks a leg with his so they can be completely joined together. He already knows that in the morning he's going to have a hard time leaving, because he already wants to just spend all day with him in bed, but he knows it's wishful thinking. So, instead, he just holds onto him a little tighter. He savors every way that Steve is kissing him and brushing his hair back, and Tony let's out a quiet, happy hum when Steve says his name.
He's left speechless, though, when he tells him he's beautiful. When he takes the time to tell him in every which way he thinks he's beautiful, and...Tony moves only so he can roll over to face him. He keeps himself as close to Steve as possible, because he doesn't want to leave this spot in his arms, but he needs to do this.
Because, as he rolls over to face him, it's not just to look at him. In a way, he's also letting him see him - the scars, the reactor, the physical remnants of fights and occasions when he has fought for his life. Those markings that he hates, he's letting Steve see them, and this time he doesn't shy his eyes away. Instead, he just gives him a small smile before kissing him.
I love you. The words spring up to his lips again, but he doesn't say them. Not verbally, anyway; once again, he lets the soft kiss he's giving Steve say them for him. He says it by closing the proximity between Steve and his physical flaws, and when he pulls back, it's only so he can rest his forehead gently against Steve's as he idly runs his fingertips along his back while he keeps his arm wrapped around his waist.
"I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers softly, his eyes closing. It's not the three little words that keep hanging from his tongue, but it's not a lie. He's so lucky to have him, and as sleep begins to claim him, it already feels like he's dreaming because this is perfect. Being here with him, wrapped in each other like this - there's nothing better.
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And god, the way that Steve touches him has a way of making him come undone. He can't get enough of that, either, and when he notices that Steve hesitates the moment that he sees the bruises on his side, he wastes no time in assuring him that it's okay. That he wants this. If anything, he just holds onto him a little tighter, as if encouraging Steve to do the same with him, because he doesn't want to stop. He wants him to hold him tighter, to not hold back, to make him his. Please, his quiet moans say as he moves with Steve and takes his lips in his, please make me yours. Steve may not want to hurt him, but Tony absolutely loves how it feels when he slips just enough to let himself grip on a little tighter than usual. The sounds of pleasure that escape Tony's throat make it obvious that it's okay, that he should keep going - please keep going.
That sensation, along with everything he's feeling for him, feel like they're pushing him to an edge, and Tony does what he can to bring Steve along with him. He knows this night will be memorable because it's his first time, but he also wants him to enjoy this. To know how much Tony wants him, how perfect this is, how amazing this can feel. He wants Steve to enjoy it as much as possible because he has waited long enough to discover how this feels, and every touch, every thrust, every kiss is intended to make him feel as good as Steve is making him feel.
By the time they're tangled together, Tony doesn't feel the aftermath from the fight in the Commissary in any way. He's drowning in bliss, especially as Steve curls his body around him, and Tony hooks a leg with his so they can be completely joined together. He already knows that in the morning he's going to have a hard time leaving, because he already wants to just spend all day with him in bed, but he knows it's wishful thinking. So, instead, he just holds onto him a little tighter. He savors every way that Steve is kissing him and brushing his hair back, and Tony let's out a quiet, happy hum when Steve says his name.
He's left speechless, though, when he tells him he's beautiful. When he takes the time to tell him in every which way he thinks he's beautiful, and...Tony moves only so he can roll over to face him. He keeps himself as close to Steve as possible, because he doesn't want to leave this spot in his arms, but he needs to do this.
Because, as he rolls over to face him, it's not just to look at him. In a way, he's also letting him see him - the scars, the reactor, the physical remnants of fights and occasions when he has fought for his life. Those markings that he hates, he's letting Steve see them, and this time he doesn't shy his eyes away. Instead, he just gives him a small smile before kissing him.
I love you. The words spring up to his lips again, but he doesn't say them. Not verbally, anyway; once again, he lets the soft kiss he's giving Steve say them for him. He says it by closing the proximity between Steve and his physical flaws, and when he pulls back, it's only so he can rest his forehead gently against Steve's as he idly runs his fingertips along his back while he keeps his arm wrapped around his waist.
"I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers softly, his eyes closing. It's not the three little words that keep hanging from his tongue, but it's not a lie. He's so lucky to have him, and as sleep begins to claim him, it already feels like he's dreaming because this is perfect. Being here with him, wrapped in each other like this - there's nothing better.