Poor Steve, this man was as pure as it got these days, and yeah, Tony was bad about not going slow, but he figured it was like ripping off a band-aid. Break that ice and get him to stop being so scared of it all. How else would he be able to work up to other things that were far, far worse than this? Then he felt Pepper's lips against his sin, which made him sigh against Steve's. His fingers nimbly worked open his pants, drawing the zipper down as he ran his other hand up his neck and into his hair, kissing him softly to encourage him along. "It's okay, Steve. We're going to take good care of you..."