This room really was lacking in some well placed mirrors -- but that was a project for another day if either of them ever remembered it at a time when they weren't actively fucking.
Tony was spent was what he was, but even overwhelmed and a little over sensitive, Steve still felt good; he still felt so fantastically full. He tilted his head back until it was rested up against Steve's shoulder, kind of forgot he could do things with his hands and so flailed a little uselessly until he had one settled on the back of Steve's neck. "Keep goin', honey," it was practically slurred out, but the message wasn't lost that he wanted Steve to keep going until he felt like he couldn't anymore -- Steve deserved to feel just as good as he did now, after all.