It wasn't the first time Steve had been intimate with another man, but it was the first time that he'd done this afterward. Usually he was up and eager to get his pants back on and get out of there. But there was nowhere Steve wanted to go, he was home. Tony felt all kinds of wonderful there, resting his weight half on Steve's body and making him feel whole and grounded. It had been a long time since anything had made him feel like that, usually he felt at risk of floating away in a haze of anxiety.
They lay in comfortable silence, Steve rubbing his hand up and down the other man's back, tracing the bumps of his spine over and over. He didn't tense when Tony spoke, like he'd felt it coming and he slowly nodded his head. "I know," Steve told him softly.
It was good, it was wonderful and it was everything Steve had been denying himself for so long. This was it. But there was something that he needed to do first.