I'll let you know. [What's more likely is that Tony will seek out that slightly too much. Let Steve crush him just a little, not enough to actually hurt him. But there's something about being enveloped in his arms, held to the point where he almost can't breathe. Just a really tight embrace. It settles something in him. And it'll help a little, where perhaps ego is just as bruised as his body at this point with how everything is slowing. As long as it doesn't slow to an actual stop, he'll be okay. They'll be okay.

Immediately he sinks into the kiss, perhaps a little obvious about it, too, with the fog in his eyes when Steve pulls back, the slightly dazed smile on his lips. He'd have let that go on forever, no doubt. But Steve's request isn't exactly a terrible one, either.]

Almost as much as I do, I think. [They could live a thousand more years together and Tony would never tire of Steve's hands on him. But in his hair has always been a special kind of treat. He turns in the tub in one easy circle, settling back against Steve at a slightly lower angle so Steve will have as much room to work as he needs.] I think you just can't resist, turning me into a pile of mush.