There had been a fantasy or two that looked like this, but for Steve there'd been a fantasy to look like everything. He'd wanted Tony for so long he'd imagined so many things, how could he not when he'd felt like it was all he'd ever have? It hadn't seemed important right away, they'd been enjoying each others company, getting to know each other better. But it seemed important now.
His sweetheart. Maybe it was stupid, but Steve had waited a long time, lifetimes actually to be in a place with a person he could have that with and most of the time he'd thought it would never happen. The noise Tony made had Steve smiling, stroking him hard and slow at the same time he pushed his hips up against him. There was far too much in their way and Steve flipped them, Tony on his back so he could drag his pants down his thighs.
"Mine," he murmured, tossing them to the side before he unfastened his own jeans. Steve had intended to take them off all the way, but he got sidetracked reaching out to stroke his hands from Tony's knees and up his inner thighs. "Gorgeous."