"No! Don't stop," he protests. Just...alter physical reality to put Steve in a more comfortable position without having to pause the attention. Okay, so that's a tall order. Steve's hands slide up to run through Tony's hair again, but he's more or less pliant when he moves and backs him toward the couch. Without letting go of his cock. Is that a power move or a concession to Steve's plea? He's not sure, but he likes it either way.

He grunts as he collapses back onto the couch, then laughs and slumps as much as he has space for, putting his arms around the other man. "God, yes. Much better."

And convenient. His hands slide down to cup Tony's ass, kneading lazily in time with the stroking. "Definitely better."