It was a game, one they'd been working at for months -- had been ironing out the rules, had been learning how to play and how the other played. Add it was -- it was a good game.
Tony leaned in when Steve cupped the back of his neck, not really needing an excuse, but using it as one anyway in order to kiss the begging off of Steve's lips. It was sweet, heady. Tony just really fucking loved Steve, was what it came down to.
And maybe he'd pushed a little too far, but pleading looked good on Steve. "Anything you want," he purred out, freeing up his hand with a slow pull and plucking the bottle of lube up for a little re-up, rubbing himself slick before he did just what Steve was asking for -- sliding in slow but without hesitation. "Oh fuck."