"I suppose I am," he murmurs against Steve's mouth, leaning back in against him languidly. Tony's feeling entirely too good to bother putting his usual defenses up. And he's already let Steve into his actual space, getting him into the bedroom feels almost secondary.

"Or I'm inviting myself to yours," he adds with a hint of a tease. Honestly, he doesn't actually care where they go. He's just too old to be sleeping on couches and he wouldn't really mind having Steve with him. If nothing else, he's comfortable.

He does find himself pulling back a little to huff out a laugh though. "Do we care what the neighbors think? They're all gossipy old women anyway." Considering the number of spies in his house, Tony has no illusions that this is going to be anything like subtle. He can't really bring himself to care.