That was a very nice heat on his belly, making Tony happy enough not to protest until his stomach jumped with the loose fingers around him and he groaned, giving up on Steve and reaching for his pillow instead to draw over his own face and smother himself in Steve's scent. It was still warm this time. Muffled and in the lull of the darkness, Tony had to strain to hear Steve's question, senses all lighting up eagerly and making his toes curl at the faintest scratch of Steve's stubble then the slickness of his lips. Wasn't this breakfast? Tony had to think about that for just a little bit longer, indulging in Steve's attention until he had just the right answer for him.
"Do we have time?" Rather, Tony was forced to come up for air, quickly using up his limited supply in straining for the next tickle against his skin and hadn't thought at all about food. Still holding Steve's pillow against his ear, Tony forced his lazy arm up to swipe over the nightstand, calling up a shimmering display of a calendar that Tony had to squint at then flick to find Steve's schedule. "You have a meeting with a Jovian ambassador, wants to talk about the Sphere's effect on the star system," he muttered eventually, then sucked in a slow breath that he held for a beat, staring blankly at the entry like he had gone somewhere else entirely. When he came back, it was with the sudden release of the breath, and he continued, "That's not until nine, but you might want to prepare."