Steve feels like his blood has been replaced with something smoother and more sluggish, like syrup or warm butter. He doesn't usually feel quite so physically drained after sex; pleasantly so. He feels just a bit floaty, and it only helps that Tony has chosen to indulge him in a little post-orgasmic cuddling.
"Good," he says, rolling his head helpfully to give him access to play with his hair. "I'd be sad if you complained."
It's a testament to how satisfied he is that he's not reacting to Tony's clear amusement. There are times that would rub him the wrong way. This is not one of them; he's reading it as affection rather than mockery. "I can definitely agree with that," he replies, and strokes up and down Tony's spine lazily. "Frequently. You're awfully good."
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Date: 2017-08-13 01:21 am (UTC)"Good," he says, rolling his head helpfully to give him access to play with his hair. "I'd be sad if you complained."
It's a testament to how satisfied he is that he's not reacting to Tony's clear amusement. There are times that would rub him the wrong way. This is not one of them; he's reading it as affection rather than mockery. "I can definitely agree with that," he replies, and strokes up and down Tony's spine lazily. "Frequently. You're awfully good."
He kisses him on the cheek and sighs happily.