Tony watched, of course he did, his heart stuck in his throat and stopping him from finding any of the proper words he might usually have had. Right, he nodded vaguely, short hair brushing this way and that against the pillows behind him. He'd tell Steve plenty more about it once he had that dick in him.
And jesus christ, what a dick it was. Not that Tony liked comparing, but Steve's was goddamned glorious and it was going to be an effort taking the damned thing without quite a bit of prepping.
Which -- Steve was prepared for of course he was. "Boy scout," he said with a bark of a laugh when Steve pulled some lube out of the drawer. Tony'd been preoccupied with tylenol and soap at that convention and Steve had gone and gotten a full stock of KY, apparently. His laugh turned into something dirtier than all that when cold cold, no warm pressed at his entrance and it took all he had to just get himself to relax and breathe through it, despite the fact that the anticipation of it all made him want to coil and tense. What a dichotomy. "You're doing all the work," Tony replied to Steve's praise with sarcasm even if, yeah =, he'd have seconds of that thank you.