You're easy to be sweet to. And love. [It had always seemed to be the case. Especially as they'd first started falling in love. He'd found himself immediately wanting to do things for Steve, just to make him happy. Because Steve deserved that. He'll never forget how the way Steve lit up over that book in that donut shop had made him feel. It had been electric. It was probably right at that moment that he'd made a promise somewhere that he'd do anything for Steve. And they hadn't even confessed to each other they'd liked one another like that, let alone Tony confessing it to himself.

He settles a little more in Steve's lap, thighs squeezing against the side of Steve's. His arms drop, going beneath Steve's instead, pressing himself almost completely to him. Chest to chest as he works his palms along Steve's back.] How's this? [It's probably not the most conducive way for either of them to be giving the other one a massage but... it's them. So he's not really surprised it's ended up this way.

But he's at least a little honest, when his head drops to Steve's shoulder, and he admits,] Just a little hard to focus, when your hands are on me like that. [Never mind that it feels good. It's just always that way. His attention stolen away by allowing himself to feel every little way Steve's palms and fingers draw against his skin.]