Their life here was in a lot of ways more than Steve had ever imagined for himself. How would he be part of the world if he wasn't running or fighting? Here he had no choice, there was nowhere to run and he certainly didn't want to go. Tony was beautiful and Steve liked having the chance to look at him from a new angle, see those dark eyes and the way his hands looked on his hips.
He laughed, soft as he opened the button on his trousers and worked the zip free to get them down. "Just this second? Being taken care of, made to feel good, loved," Steve told him getting his own jeans off so there were no clothes left to get between them. "Just like always."