Bad luck already dogging him, Tony didn't really need to test it any further by continuing this right by the front door. Building up the will to pull out of he kiss, it was Pietro's head that he eventually forced back, thumb on his chin again, giving him just enough room to breath, "Come on," before he closed the distance and was pulling again. Already damp with sweat, Pietro's skin stuck and dragged under Tony's palm along his thigh, nudging the pants down until Tony could step on them and push himself away finally. "Upstairs, come on," he instructed again, hand dropping to circle Pietro's wrist and pull him along or in or around or all at the same time.
He had already almost forgotten that tension in his back. It would probably be gone when he stretched out on Pietro's bed. Maybe he could convince Pietro into a massage, too, and just turn off his phone and pray the world didn't end for an afternoon.