Steve loved how Tony drew it out, the over sensitive feeling of flesh rubbing flesh. It was too much and after so much time spent with not enough Steve reveled in it. Behind closed eyes there were still streaks of colour, fireworks in the blackness as he listened to the wet sound of slick skin on skin.
Anyone could see Tony was tired, but Steve knew how exhausted he was and now he'd come he was willing to bet sleep was going to come fast. He lifted his head to kiss Tony's temple and cheek, slow and lazy like someone who had all the time in the world to enjoy himself.
He reached over to where there was a tshirt he'd been planning to wash before using it to wipe Tony's hand and both of them clean. Next Steve undressed him, not lingering but gentle and efficient. When they were both naked Steve lay on his back and gathered Tony against his chest with a contented sigh.