That murmured compliment was such an amazing dichotomy with Steve grabbing at his hair and tugging even as he worked his way into Tony. And god, working was the right description there because it was not quick to happen, not with how tight he was, but it was fucking delicious, frankly.
Tony was, by the time that Steve bottomed out, shaking and a little sweaty but oh, it was worth it. He held onto the sheets a little tighter but rolled his hips all the same. "Yeah," he agreed, and while Tony might well have agreed to anything in this moment, he really agreed with this. "Yes. Yours. Steve--"
He really just -- he really fucking loved this man.