Oh. Steve gives a faint gasp as he's pulled in closer. Something about the feeling of having someone's legs wrapped around his waist is arousing on a very primal level. He squirms a little, unable to help himself, but stills at the feeling of Tony playing with the hem of his t-shirt. It almost tickles, that touch is so light. Almost.

"Mnn!" He shivers a little at the bite and moves his right hand back up to the back of Tony's neck. Aware now that he gets a good response from a scalp massage, he rakes his fingers through his hair.

"But I like rules," he protests when they pause the kiss again. He's breathless. "You can't bend or break rules if there aren't any around."