And just like that Steve's face changed, his mouth a little open and eyebrows raised in surprise, but his eyes dark with lust that rushed over him and through him fast and hard. How much he wanted him hit him like a wave and Steve grabbed him roughly by the hips.
The fire of all that self imposed denial was so much better to focus on. Because the sexual tension had seemed endless and Steve had wanted Tony to say something like that to him so badly, after New York, after Ultron and every time in between. His fingertips were bruising into his hips and he knew it, but that wasn't enough to make him stop, Tony could take it.
He pulled him down on top of him as he moved back up the bed, a scramble of limbs but it was good and he arched up to kiss him along the way. There would be time to undress him slowly another time, but there was nothing slow about how he unfastened Tony's pants to get a hand around his dick. "Yeah, sweetheart, yeah," Steve groaned out.