If there was one thing he'd learned on missing the window with Bucky, it was that he was never going to feel prepared. Steve didn't know much about love, didn't think he'd be any good at it, but he also couldn't fight it any longer. When he looked at Tony he felt like he might choke sometimes at the extent of the feelings that built in his chest. Steve still loved Bucky and he always would, you didn't love someone the way they'd loved each other and it ever really go away. But being in love with Tony Stark left no room for anything else.
There was still that strong desire to feel and he pushed Tony's shirt up, getting it over his head with a rough tug. It was something to even out what they were saying, like a counterweight. "Tony," he murmured just as soft.
He leaned in to press a hot open mouthed kiss under his ear. "I can't not anymore," Steve said and his voice was as rough as his hands. "I need you and I'm sick and tired of being scared of having you and loving you. If I lose you? It's with you knowing how much I care about you, want you, adore you," Steve said as he tangled his fingers in Tony's hair and tugged until they were kissing again.