Steve made the mess and Tony added to it, even though most of it was contained inside him. They weren't each others firsts, but that was still new, something he'd never done with anyone else and not something he'd ever considered. But it was Tony and they trusted each other implicitly, so the mess of it in the moment only made everything better.
His legs fell back onto the sheets and he laughed, nearly silent but utterly joyful as he wound his arms around the other man. "Yes, yours," Steve said with a smile.
The bruises on him were already healing, but some marks while you couldn't see them, would never fade.