It took a lot. A lot of maturity for either of them really, to know that a flaw situation was better than one that could be imagined perfectly. It'd taken Tony a while to get there, initially to realize that Steve wasn't perfect, that he was just as human as everyone else, and then to forgive him for the wrongs he'd done. Now they were back on this even level and it was -- it felt good. Important. Like the time they'd put in was finally worth something more than suffering.
That breathless sigh of words wasn't something Tony missed, couldn't possibly because Steve was so close, because this right here right now was the only thing he was paying attention to. If there were noises outside of the two of them just now, Tony would be damned if he knew about it. "Again," he said, because Steve wasn't the only one that could ask for repeats. He wanted to hear it enough where saying it back would just come naturally instead of like this weird, stunned statement. He wanted to do it right.
He moaned when Steve moved, clenching around Steve and then forcing himself to relax again because jesus, but it also made his dick twitch in interest and Tony'd nearly forgotten about himself for how much he was focused on Steve so that was -- that was good. And distracting. "So full," he murmured, and it was like the commentary on the world's worst gay porno and frankly he should have been ashamed of himself, except Tony was a little bit too busy for that. "You gotta-- move." But maybe Tony would have been fine if he didn't even, or maybe he could just as easily been the one to lift up some.