Steve had never been greedy a day in his life, too scared to take anything for himself out of fear of rejection and bringing himself more loss. So this was big for him, to admit that he wanted this for no big and noble reason, but simply for himself. Tony made him happy, he made his life richer and lit a fire in his gut and Steve was sick of putting all of that on hold.
Like this they fit together, Tony's thighs spread over his lap and he was hungry for contact. They'd been sharing a bed for days but had managed to avoid sleeping in it together, now Steve knew he'd be more eager to linger a little longer if it meant Tony might join him under the covers.
Steve moved on instinct, not overthinking but feeling and it was glorious. Tony's hand was rough, calloused palm sliding along him and he knew he'd never last. One hand stayed on his ass, possessive and firm but the other moved up so he could wrap his arm around his waist. "Close," Steve warned breathlessly.