He wants to laugh again, but it comes out more as a moan as Steve starts in on his neck. Tony gives a little shiver of his own at every bite and tips his head back, eyes sliding closed. Trust Steve to be able to zero in on his sensitive spots just as easily.

Not that it stops Tony's hand from moving, tracing almost too lightly over the warm, hard line of Steve's cock. He gives him as much contact as he can, moulding his hand around him as it slides gently up and down.

"What else do you want, hm?" It's low and teasing and all heat.