And Tony had no problem with twining closer, if the way he wraps his legs around Steve's body to pull him in is any indication. He makes a sound low in his throat as they end up pressed chest to chest, the hand on Steve's back slipping lower to flirt with the hem of the shirt he's wearing, fingertips just barely brushing bare skin underneath.
"Nope," Tony says once he's pulled back enough to take a breath, and punctuates it with a gentle nip to Steve's lower lip. "That's the other rule. No rules."
Neither of them are particularly good at just letting things happen, Steve with his strategizing and Tony with his overthinking. It's probably one of the reasons why they clashed so hard at the beginning, one stubborn control-freak to another. There's something hilariously apt to the fact that they've almost skipped straight to the slightly more rigidly-defined lines of D/s.
But Tony's not thinking about control or the lack of it now. There's a pleasant looseness to the whole thing, the idea that there are no expectations or intrigues other than figuring out what feels good and doing it. It's not quite the absolute lassitude of the other night, but it is just. Comfortable.
One of the few things he can remember with absolute clarity is thinking that relaxation is a good look on Steve. It's true, but this -- handsome faced flushed and dark eyed -- Tony thinks he could be willing to do a lot of things to get Steve looking like this more often.
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"Nope," Tony says once he's pulled back enough to take a breath, and punctuates it with a gentle nip to Steve's lower lip. "That's the other rule. No rules."
Neither of them are particularly good at just letting things happen, Steve with his strategizing and Tony with his overthinking. It's probably one of the reasons why they clashed so hard at the beginning, one stubborn control-freak to another. There's something hilariously apt to the fact that they've almost skipped straight to the slightly more rigidly-defined lines of D/s.
But Tony's not thinking about control or the lack of it now. There's a pleasant looseness to the whole thing, the idea that there are no expectations or intrigues other than figuring out what feels good and doing it. It's not quite the absolute lassitude of the other night, but it is just. Comfortable.
One of the few things he can remember with absolute clarity is thinking that relaxation is a good look on Steve. It's true, but this -- handsome faced flushed and dark eyed -- Tony thinks he could be willing to do a lot of things to get Steve looking like this more often.