The noise he gets out of Steve is fairly impressive. Not just a moan or a whimper, there's something almost animal in it, low and strained and hungry. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment; whether Tony's hands are teasing or not, it looks like Steve is struggling to maintain control already.
"Son of a bitch," he murmurs faintly; not an insult addressed at Tony so much as an observation on current events in general. He's not sure whether he's more surprised by how quickly they jumped to here from where they were, or how long it took for them to decide to try this. "Harder. You're not gonna break it."
He's somewhat lacking in finesse as he undoes Tony's pants, but he's not so clumsy he's going to cause him any injuries. And here, he pauses a moment to rub the heel of his hand against his cock, soft like he's just trying to get acquainted.
Then his patience goes elsewhere and he puts a hand on the other man's upper chest, pushing him back and down onto the table as he moves from between his legs. There, that'll make it easier to finish undressing him.
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"Son of a bitch," he murmurs faintly; not an insult addressed at Tony so much as an observation on current events in general. He's not sure whether he's more surprised by how quickly they jumped to here from where they were, or how long it took for them to decide to try this. "Harder. You're not gonna break it."
He's somewhat lacking in finesse as he undoes Tony's pants, but he's not so clumsy he's going to cause him any injuries. And here, he pauses a moment to rub the heel of his hand against his cock, soft like he's just trying to get acquainted.
Then his patience goes elsewhere and he puts a hand on the other man's upper chest, pushing him back and down onto the table as he moves from between his legs. There, that'll make it easier to finish undressing him.