The noises he made stoked the fire that Tony always lit inside of him. It felt incredibly good to be able to pull those sounds out of him, to see how much Tony enjoyed the way he handled him and to have the strength to do it in the first place. That was before even considering how good it felt to be fucking him. Being with Tony was an experience and Steve knew he'd never get enough of him.
Like this there was nothing to do except for Tony to take it, to slide down his length and rest back on his lap. Steve stroked him slow and even while he used the arm wrapped around his middle to lift him a few inches before dropping him back down. Tony was utterly at his mercy and Steve groaned against his ear, deep and filthy.
And for every part of him that was getting off on the bruises, roughness and utter possession of it there was a bigger part that was getting off on how strongly they felt for each other. "I love you," Steve murmured against his ear as he rubbed his thumb along the head of his cock. "Come for me, show me how good it feels, how much you love it," he urged softly.