Steve releases him slowly with a couple borderline-pornographic noises. He rolls his own shoulders and neck a little, smiling with a blend of smug contentment and tenderness, and gradually moves his hands to stroke the other man's thighs. A little messy, he wipes the back of his wrist across his mouth, licks his teeth.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," he says, and it sounds just as insufferable as Tony might have expected. Like he's just won something. Except then his eyes go soft and warm again, and he nuzzles the inside of Tony's knee.

"You okay? Not too cold? God, you make great noises. I want to do that again. Often." Uh, but not right away. Neither of them is quite up for that so soon, he figures.