Steve draws in a breath at the touch of skin against skin, a slow, deep inhale that he releases just as slowly. Maybe it's a way to get a hold of himself, or maybe he just wants to take a moment to focus on the feel of Tony's hand on his back, warm and callused. It makes him itch for more.
"Yeah? What rule is that?" Steve is excellent at memorizing rules and standards and best practices. He's also excellent at ignoring them when it suits him. People look at him and see a military man, and they forget he lied on his enlistment forms five times to get there.
"Thought you wanted to find out for yourself what I get off on," he snorts, and nudges Tony's shirt collar out of the way to get at his clavicle. "But if you really wanna know, it's a survival mechanism. You spend your life getting doors slammed in your face, you gotta either stop knocking on them, or learn to be prepared to wedge your foot in the door before it can get closed on you. And then push."
He kisses the curve of skin angling over bone, lets his teeth scrape lightly, and then nuzzles the pit of Tony's throat. "So what's your excuse, then?"
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"Yeah? What rule is that?" Steve is excellent at memorizing rules and standards and best practices. He's also excellent at ignoring them when it suits him. People look at him and see a military man, and they forget he lied on his enlistment forms five times to get there.
"Thought you wanted to find out for yourself what I get off on," he snorts, and nudges Tony's shirt collar out of the way to get at his clavicle. "But if you really wanna know, it's a survival mechanism. You spend your life getting doors slammed in your face, you gotta either stop knocking on them, or learn to be prepared to wedge your foot in the door before it can get closed on you. And then push."
He kisses the curve of skin angling over bone, lets his teeth scrape lightly, and then nuzzles the pit of Tony's throat. "So what's your excuse, then?"