"Fuck if I know, Tony," he laughs, watching with open admiration at he stretches out for him. "I really am winging it right now."

It seems to be working out well so far, though. Steve isn't sure he's ever had a guy wrap his legs around his neck and shoulders except in the context of a hold during sparring (so, not naked), but he's liking the view. He looks smug, almost catlike as he lets his eyes drift half-closed and rubs his jaw along Tony's inner thigh, moving slowly up to his groin.

He strokes his abdomen lazily with his free hand for a moment, then takes hold of his cock, stroking softly. Meanwhile, he keeps his mouth occupied, giving him a few somewhat sloppy, open-mouthed kisses at the base.