Tony's hardly going to complain about that. He leans back into Steve's hands, blithely trusting him to hold his weight, and smiles down at him. "Glad to hear it," he says, voice low and amused.

And then he's all focus again, fingers trailing against the underside of Steve's cock as his hand begins to move faster. As much fun as his own orgasm had been, Tony's pretty sure this is what he actually wants more, to watch Steve come apart under him. His eyes are dark and intent as he watches him, a small smile still playing over his mouth.