Steve was right, terrible call, Tony regretted his restlessness the second Steve gave in to his foolish demands. At least he had less to talk about now, eager to meet Steve for that kiss and pull him with a hand around the back of his head as Tony fell back onto the pillow. He squirmed, kissing Steve's face as he tried to have a conversation at the most inopportune time, quickly mouthing his way up to Steve's ear and covering the burn of his bristly cheek with his free hand. "Mm-hmm," he grudgingly admitted now, hoping that was the end of it because that was not nearly enough attention dedicated to his dick. "Faster, please, come on, do you know what I do do myself when I've got those pictures of you, hm?" he urged, because that was a disgusting image of indulgence and Tony pressed a hard heel of his hand down Steve's shoulder to scratch his way back up to make sure he got the picture, pushing up into his hand.