"But I wanted to fry your brain, too," Steve tells him in an almost plaintive tone. He's teasing, but he's also about as turned-on as he could be and still be able to form words, and his voice seems to veer from raspy to soft-pitched and sweet. "Nnnhhh, and you weren't exactly complaining at the ti-ime."

There's a hitch in his speech as the grip around him tightens, and his hips jolt, thrusting into the touch. He makes a small growling sound then, liking the bites, as well, very much. "God, Tony. I want--I need to sit or lie down, you're making me crazy."

His knees are getting weak, and while that won't stop him from letting Tony work him to a climax, he might enjoy it more if he can worry less about collapsing.