Dirty talk isn't exactly Steve's forte, and he'd be the first to admit it, but he's not above giving it a whirl, and when he sees the look in Tony's eyes, he's glad he did. God, but he loves the way he's looking at him right now. Maybe Steve craves attention, in his own way; being admired as Captain America doesn't do much for him, but having Tony stare him down like he wants to devour him whole, oh, that's more than good. His cock twitches under the touch he's getting, and he inhales sharply through his teeth at the extra pressure.

"Item one on the list is gonna be clothes off," he asserts, and moves to finish the process Tony has begun, kicking off his shoes and sliding pants and underwear down his hips and off. Unlike with his shirt, he doesn't even consider trying to fold his pants, and that says something about his state of mind.

He's certainly...proportionate. Although Tony has no doubt figured that out by touch at this point. Once undressed, Steve seems a little emboldened, reaching to slide his hands up Tony's thighs and to his button and zip. "Y'got an oral fixation, Tony?" He teases faintly, voice husky. "I'm not too much of a gentleman to say yes to a blow job."