Tony had been happy with a smaller version of Steve -- but they were both well aware that they could push limits more like this because there was no reason to be worried about health concerns. And that Steve was happier and more comfortable in this body, and that mattered to Tony. So. Yeah. This was better.
Tony was a sucker for those bites, he really was. It just gave him such a smug, good feeling to look at himself in the mirror later on and see them, to move his shoulder just so and feel it. Like a reminder that Steve had been there. Even if Tony couldn't return the favor.
Mind, the reminder probably wouldn't be needed for how rough and tumble they decided to be today. Tony wouldn't be sitting right for a few days, at least. And thank fuck. It felt good, so good. Like just what he needed -- and Tony had to plant his hands and elbows a little more firmly on the bed to keep up with Steve, to be able to rock back into him instead of just melting into a puddle on the bed.
He closed his eyes when Steve tugged at his hair again, let out a sharp huff of a breath before turning to try and get more from that kiss. Always more. They were too greedy tonight, the both of them. "Paint me a picture," Tony said, dark and low. "Tell me."