There was nothing to be jealous of. Tony was naturally charismatic and maybe a little flirtatious sure, but he never directed his attentions or interest toward anyone who wasn't Steve. Being in love with Steve was big. Huge. All encompassing. He didn't want anyone else the way he did Steve.
"And yet, here you are, bringing me dinner," Tony said, sounding a little smug even as he chewed on a carrot stick, seemingly content to nibble while Steve still had his hands in his hair, on his neck. Tony had grown up spoiled, and apparently that simply hadn't changed much, even if the way it was happening was different.
"It's the little things," Tony said simply licking his lips and then leaning back to look up at Steve again. No blush. It really was like progress, but not really one that Tony liked. Steve blushing was a highlight, an amazing dichotomy to the sort of things he was willing to do in the bedroom. "And the big things. That's fair. Yesterday morning was also something of a clue in." Had it been that long ago?