Steve knew where everything was so he walked blindly and got them both where they were going without really needing to think about it. What he was thinking about was Tony kissing him, the heat of his skin and the desperation they were both feeling. Steve always wanted him and had desired him for years, even before they'd liked each other he'd been attracted to him. But it was different now, the need was so much bigger than it had been.
He kept them upright, the kiss breaking so they could look at each other. His name on Tony's lips cut through him, it always did and he swallowed hard. A throb of arousal was normal, but looking at him now Steve felt a throb of pain go right through him. Somewhere Tony had died and Steve would be left with his widow and his daughter, knowing he needed to take care of them while keeping his own grief private. It was too much. It was all too much.
Blindly Steve sat back on the bed, kissing his chest as he looped an arm around Tony's waist. "Tony," he grit out as broken as he felt. He was alive, they were alive then and there and no matter what, Steve would never forget that moment, of letting himself have that.