"You really want me to stop?" He squeezes gently like an illustration, but lifts his head with an almost thoughtful expression. His bedroom would be ideal, but it's a little far at the moment. Also getting there requires a possible gauntlet of nosy roommates, and won't that be fun. They'll get there eventually, Tony's going to see to that, but he has something to take care of first.

With a quiet little hum, he nudges Steve back and slips down off worktable. And then, without letting go, begins to slowly back Steve towards the couches tucked into the corner of the workroom. They probably should have started there, if he's honest, but if Steve wanted to suck him off on top of his own work station who is Tony to argue?

When the back's of Steve's legs hit the cushions, Tony pushes him down onto it and then immediately follows, knees planting on either side of Steve's legs to straddle his lap. "Better?" He asks with a flash of a grin and goes right back to stroking him. He might have a slightly one track mind at present.