Hey, Tony liked that Steve was so into it. Not everyone was or would be all that appreciative of Tony's mouth at times like these. But that Steve actively encouraged it kinda just did things for him. Silly as that sounded.
He felt so, so tight around those fingers, but Steve was firm and his fingers really were slicked up well and Tony fucking loved it, he really did. Even if it had him breathing heavy through the burn and stretch, shoulders quivering slightly in a clear attempt to try to be relaxing just a little bit more. It felt good. But maybe it felt better yet that he knew Steve was willing to give him exactly what he wanted.
"Yes -- yeah," he moaned out in approval, pressing back against Steve's hand, because he was always looking for that level of active participation. "So good. Just like that, cupcake. Missed your --oh -- fingers." And this was like -- this was just the appetizer and he wanted. Probably nearly as much as Steve wanted.