Steve could be a beacon for good and an asshole who made mistakes sometimes. That was a thing. A thing that Tony had learned forever ago. It was what had made him stop himself from just going down to the lab one night, a million years ago now, and instead find out Steve who'd been sitting alone there in the dark and invite him to watch a movie instead.
And it'd been the same reason he'd accepted moving into this house with a man who he hadn't been on speaking terms with for over two years, too.
Tony's hands scrambled a little, finding purchase on Steve's shoulders when he tugged at his hair, effectively making Tony lean back which did wonderful things for his prostate and had him gasping. But he didn't miss it, didn't miss the words and somehow they mixed in so well with the sharp tug at his hair, the way Steve was moving inside of him, slow slow rough. It made him feel wildly emotional, his heart just about as filled up as he was, and he could practically cry about it if he wasn't careful.
"Steve," he wasn't too proud to beg, he knew that for an absolute fact. "Please."