Steve's hands were bigger now, warmer, and Tony liked the way his fingers could curve all the way around the back of his neck. It was just something nice between sexy and a comfort. Which felt important just now, he was pretty sure.
Gorgeous was nice, really. All fine and good and Tony liked the compliment (of course he did) the same way that he liked how Steve was so obviously finding reasons to be leaning over him, like he wanted to relish the whole being taller thing again. Which was completely understandable. Tony smiled to himself slightly, hands running down his sides, calloused fingers tracing each muscle and dip that he found. "Distract me," he said, even though he was already plenty distracted. A little more never hurt.