"More than okay," Tony murmured, arching into the touch at his spine and then allowing himself to relax a little bit more with each kiss Steve offered his bare skin. "Better than okay," he went on, because yeah, Steve liked hearing it, and Tony liked saying it so there was no reason not to keep it up.
Plus Tony was -- well. Sometimes he just needed to talk a lot. It was a thing.
"Needy?" He asked, teasing at offended. "I'm no such--oh," Yeah, no. He'd definitely needed that -- Steve's fingers thicker than they'd been in weeks now. He hadn't forgotten, exactly, but maybe his body had a little. "Fuck," he said, pressing his forehead against the sheets. "Three," he said -- practically demanded (because, yes, maybe he was kind of needy). "C'mon, honey, one more." It was early for that, maybe, but Tony was looking for more than he could take tonight.