"I'll try not to hold it against you," Tony murmured against the corner of his mouth, holding that kiss just out of reach while he grinned and pulled Steve's pants open. This was much more familiar ground, Tony had the plans for this machine, easy fit tab A into slot B and nobody had to talk about anything as long as Tony was in control. He dropped his head again, leaving Steve frustrated to kiss and suck at his throat instead, and let his damp coat fall carelessly to the kitchen floor. He was dressed for the flight underneath, which left not as many layers between them as Tony was comfortable with just then so he quickly got a hand to Steve's stomach again, pressing evenly against his belly as the fabric of Steve's underwear gathered against Tony's wrist and he gave a sharp tug to Steve's pants. "Up," he rushed with an urgent nudge under Steve's chin and a squeeze and push to the first sliver of his bare thigh.