"Hey. You didn't ask," Tony says, as reasonably as he can for having his hand down Steve's pants. Also it means he'd have to let go, which seems like a shame. But, well. Fair's fair.

With a deeply overdramatic sigh, he pulls both his hands away and nudges Steve back just far enough to give him room to tug his shirt off and toss it somewhere. He's well past the point of feeling self conscious about the scars decorating his chest, but at the moment Tony's a lot more interested in getting his hands back on Steve than in showing off.

"Better?" He asks with a flash of a grin as he reaches for him, tugging Steve back in against him. And oh, hey. Skin-on-skin. That is better. "Now where were we?"