"Oh yes," Tony says with great solemnity. "Welcome to my parlor." He hums a little as Steve leans in against him, the hand on his side slipping around to press against the small of Steve's back.
He could get used to this, the weight of someone bigger against him. It could feel like he's being crowded, but it's Steve. Like the other night when he just knew that Steve was safe. He's in as close to his right mind as he ever gets now, and all of it feels perfectly comfortable.
Not that it stops him from slipping his fingers into the open vee of Steve's pants to find more heat instead.
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Date: 2017-06-27 01:32 am (UTC)He could get used to this, the weight of someone bigger against him. It could feel like he's being crowded, but it's Steve. Like the other night when he just knew that Steve was safe. He's in as close to his right mind as he ever gets now, and all of it feels perfectly comfortable.
Not that it stops him from slipping his fingers into the open vee of Steve's pants to find more heat instead.