Nothing was easy anymore, not really. Especially when it involved Tony Stark -- or, really, any of the Avengers. But this wasn't a team thing. It was just a Steve and Tony thing. And they were going to have to work on it. That was practically a given when Tony's first words of acceptance had been fuck you.
Steve's hands were warmer than him, even after he'd been under the blankets for a while and he inhaled a little when Steve settled his hands on his waist -- maybe not because of the heat but because they just felt like they fit there well. Tony lifted his arms to wrap around Steve's neck, an anchor.
It was almost a shock, when Steve slowed things down. Not bad just... surprising. He'd always sort of just imagined their first time different. "Yeah," he replied, not sure if he was answering or assuring.