Sure the bruises healed, but they were gone and not forgotten. Tony's mouth, the pinch of his teeth and that desire to claim him were always appreciated when he felt like using them. Actually one of Steve's most loved things was when Tony looked at him like he was his favourite project.
That noise Tony made went right to the base of his spine, like a flood of heat and he nearly finished then and there. But he wasn't about to finish it like this, Steve wasn't done with him yet. He sat back on his heels and pulled Tony along with him, jerking him upright to sit back on his thighs.
Like that he was as deep inside him as he could get, grinding right up against his prostate. Steve nuzzled his cheek as he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking slow and hard. "How's that, beautiful?" Steve asked against his ear. Without the leverage he'd had Tony simply had to sit on Steve's dick and enjoy what he got and there was something about that which just stoked the raging fire inside of him even more so. "You're going to feel me in you for a week," Steve promised him quietly.