"No, I guess you haven't." He smiles when he says that, especially when he feels the way that he smiles against his neck. "I'd really like that. Not to know where you got beat up, but I'm sure there's an interesting story behind each one."

Noticing the look he gives him, Tony chuckles under his breath. "Hey, I've gotten better at it. Besides, I just go flying now, instead."

And it helps him go faster than a car could let him. It doesn't mean that he doesn't love speeding down a winding road at a very high speed, but at least since the Christmas after Afghanistan, he hasn't totaled another car. He has ruined suits with all the missions that he has been in, but at least his car collection hasn't been impacted lately.

Brushing his fingers against his skin again, Tony smiles again when Steve protests. "Alright, I'll give you that. I'm not the best at that." He catches the way that his smile turns playful, though, and a curious look crosses his eyes as he turns to him. That curiosity morphs into a grin, though, when he speaks again. "Yeah...you're not wrong about that. I can't help that you look so damn hot giving orders, though."

When he says that, Tony can't help the way that his grin turns more naughty than anything else. Because really, Steve giving orders really is so damn hot that it's a huge turn on. Especially right now, right here.

Especially when he's sliding himself over him again, and he can't help but fantasize about the day that he can talk Steve into getting all bossy with him in bed. Because Tony can already feel himself go weak at just the thought, and he smirks. "Mmhm." The scar on his knee and down his shin won't be hard to find, so Tony doesn't bother pointing it out. He's too busy watching Steve, anyway.