"Me?" Tony laughs, the sound going a little breathless at the feeling of teeth on his throat. Trust Steve to be open and genuine while they're busy necking. Tony is...less so. But that's nothing new. "I'm just an asshole."
And the fact that Steve is still this conversational probably means that Tony isn't doing a good enough job of distracting him. A bit of teasing is all well and good, but Tony can't shake the urge to see if he can coax more of those pretty sounds out of him instead.
He slowly drags the hand on his back up the line of Steve's spine, fingers pressing just a little into the muscle on either side. There's a sudden flash of an incredibly vivid visual, Steve spread out on Tony's sheets upstairs with all that bare skin under Tony's hands. Tony doesn't even bother to fight the low groan that rumbles out of his throat. They are definitely doing that later.
For the moment, he just continues the path up Steve's back, then tugs on the hem of the shirt that's come along for the ride. "Think we can lose this?"
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Date: 2017-06-19 05:03 pm (UTC)And the fact that Steve is still this conversational probably means that Tony isn't doing a good enough job of distracting him. A bit of teasing is all well and good, but Tony can't shake the urge to see if he can coax more of those pretty sounds out of him instead.
He slowly drags the hand on his back up the line of Steve's spine, fingers pressing just a little into the muscle on either side. There's a sudden flash of an incredibly vivid visual, Steve spread out on Tony's sheets upstairs with all that bare skin under Tony's hands. Tony doesn't even bother to fight the low groan that rumbles out of his throat. They are definitely doing that later.
For the moment, he just continues the path up Steve's back, then tugs on the hem of the shirt that's come along for the ride. "Think we can lose this?"