Steve chuckles, unsure if interesting is the word he'd use, but he already loves that Tony wants to see his old neighborhood. If they ever get out of here and if there even is a Brooklyn to go back to, he'd really love to show it to him.
What Steve really isn't expecting however, is that kind of compliment. No one's told him so directly that he looks hot before (handsome, maybe), and definitely not in the context of giving orders. For a moment, it's almost as if he doesn't know what to do, and he feels that familiar warmth start to redden his cheeks. But Steve already has a plan for what's next, and with how much Tony taught him last night — having guided him through everything — right now, Steve feels comfortable enough to keep going and maybe courageous enough to fold what Tony just said into play.
He takes a breath and it's somewhat nervous, but by the time Steve finishes exhaling, there's a new and subtly mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Stay still, Tony." It's his first time trying this, so his tone isn't full-on Captain yet, but his voice carries a strength and force alongside it that hasn't existed at all so far.
When he slides himself lower down this time, he takes the covers with him, so Tony never loses sight of him and so Steve can look back up at him whenever he needs to. First, when he's back over his chest, Steve takes a moment to kiss the border of the reactor — right where the casing touches his skin, because he wants Tony to be able to feel it. This part is gentle and careful and loving, because more than anything, that's how Steve feels towards Tony right now, and it's so important to him to establish that before he does anything else.
But once he lifts himself up to slide down further, well, they're both still naked after all, those cotton shirts and everything else probably lost on the floor somewhere, or underneath the bed, and eventually as Steve continues to slide down, and down, and down, he finds himself hovering for a moment over Tony's hips, before he blushes again. This time, there's no bashful smile to accompany the flush. Instead, Steve expression looks soft but unimpeded, even if it has that tint of red. The seconds that he pauses there feels longer than they should be, but after glancing up at Tony, Steve doesn't stay there. Instead, he slides down past it, and moves himself right off the edge of the bed, so that he's kneeling on the floor.
Arguably, it's the only way for him to gracefully get to see the scar on Tony's knee — though he can't deny that it will also serve a later purpose extremely well. But for now, he turns his attention to that scar. He can finally see it, starting right at Tony's knee, and Steve leans forward to press his lips gently down against his skin, taking his time, and giving it all the same love and attention that he gave Tony's others scars earlier.
And then ... comes the part that's already making Steve's heart beat so fast he thinks Tony must be able to hear it. But after everything that happened last night, after the things the Tony showed him last night, and how he made him feel, Steve wants to return the favor, even if he knows this isn't about doing each other favors. It's about love, even if they haven't said it out loud, and Steve wants Tony to know again just how much he loves him.
Slowly, gently, but without asking, Steve takes the edge of the bedsheets into his hands and he pulls downwards, letting the fabric carry Tony down with it so that his legs are dangling off the edge of the bed, and so his hips are right in front Steve lips again.
"Stay still," he reminds him, and after a pause, he adds, "and don't argue." It's said in that same commanding voice Steve summoned earlier, but some of that strength has transformed into something must closer to a unintentionally sultry whisper, because Steve's heart is pounding and the room suddenly feels so quiet that talking feels a little difficult, but there's no doubt in his mind that he wants to do this.
When Steve finally leans in and takes Tony completely inside him, everything that happens after feels like a single, prolonged motion. A continuous rocking back and forth that mirrors the waves of emotions that eases into and out of his chest. In the end, all he cares about is that Tony enjoys this, and that Tony knows that his body — all of it — is something that Steve will never think is ugly, or scarred, but rather something absolutely beautiful.
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What Steve really isn't expecting however, is that kind of compliment. No one's told him so directly that he looks hot before (handsome, maybe), and definitely not in the context of giving orders. For a moment, it's almost as if he doesn't know what to do, and he feels that familiar warmth start to redden his cheeks. But Steve already has a plan for what's next, and with how much Tony taught him last night — having guided him through everything — right now, Steve feels comfortable enough to keep going and maybe courageous enough to fold what Tony just said into play.
He takes a breath and it's somewhat nervous, but by the time Steve finishes exhaling, there's a new and subtly mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Stay still, Tony." It's his first time trying this, so his tone isn't full-on Captain yet, but his voice carries a strength and force alongside it that hasn't existed at all so far.
When he slides himself lower down this time, he takes the covers with him, so Tony never loses sight of him and so Steve can look back up at him whenever he needs to. First, when he's back over his chest, Steve takes a moment to kiss the border of the reactor — right where the casing touches his skin, because he wants Tony to be able to feel it. This part is gentle and careful and loving, because more than anything, that's how Steve feels towards Tony right now, and it's so important to him to establish that before he does anything else.
But once he lifts himself up to slide down further, well, they're both still naked after all, those cotton shirts and everything else probably lost on the floor somewhere, or underneath the bed, and eventually as Steve continues to slide down, and down, and down, he finds himself hovering for a moment over Tony's hips, before he blushes again. This time, there's no bashful smile to accompany the flush. Instead, Steve expression looks soft but unimpeded, even if it has that tint of red. The seconds that he pauses there feels longer than they should be, but after glancing up at Tony, Steve doesn't stay there. Instead, he slides down past it, and moves himself right off the edge of the bed, so that he's kneeling on the floor.
Arguably, it's the only way for him to gracefully get to see the scar on Tony's knee — though he can't deny that it will also serve a later purpose extremely well. But for now, he turns his attention to that scar. He can finally see it, starting right at Tony's knee, and Steve leans forward to press his lips gently down against his skin, taking his time, and giving it all the same love and attention that he gave Tony's others scars earlier.
And then ... comes the part that's already making Steve's heart beat so fast he thinks Tony must be able to hear it. But after everything that happened last night, after the things the Tony showed him last night, and how he made him feel, Steve wants to return the favor, even if he knows this isn't about doing each other favors. It's about love, even if they haven't said it out loud, and Steve wants Tony to know again just how much he loves him.
Slowly, gently, but without asking, Steve takes the edge of the bedsheets into his hands and he pulls downwards, letting the fabric carry Tony down with it so that his legs are dangling off the edge of the bed, and so his hips are right in front Steve lips again.
"Stay still," he reminds him, and after a pause, he adds, "and don't argue." It's said in that same commanding voice Steve summoned earlier, but some of that strength has transformed into something must closer to a unintentionally sultry whisper, because Steve's heart is pounding and the room suddenly feels so quiet that talking feels a little difficult, but there's no doubt in his mind that he wants to do this.
When Steve finally leans in and takes Tony completely inside him, everything that happens after feels like a single, prolonged motion. A continuous rocking back and forth that mirrors the waves of emotions that eases into and out of his chest. In the end, all he cares about is that Tony enjoys this, and that Tony knows that his body — all of it — is something that Steve will never think is ugly, or scarred, but rather something absolutely beautiful.