As if humping Steve into the bed wasn't embarrassingly desperate enough, his grip made Tony's breath catch and he bit down on Steve's shoulder, sucking a possessive mark onto his skin then gasping, trying to wiggle out of the hold. Despite the heat down his belly and the sweat between them, Tony could feel the chill of goosebumps up his back and a phantom tickle down his thighs that needed to be touched. Raising himself up on one hand, he let his tongue loll out of his mouth as if he panted like a dog to drag obscenely up his open palm and kissed the tips of his fingers before leaning over Steve again, back bowed to watch his spit slick fist slide easily up the length of Steve's hard cock.