[Tony sits back a little more evenly on Steve's lap, lowering a bit. This has become a bit more than a shoulder rub but he instigated so that may be a little his fault. But he's also not surprised that Steve's wandering touch seems like it has so much ground to cover. His fingers flex, arm tensing just slightly underneath the touch before relaxing.
He's careful with his other hand, as he often has to be, touching along Steve's shoulder and towards the side of his neck. His smile is very telling as he watches him.]
Might be able to claim some innocence, then. If everything I do winds you up. [His hand slips up, touching along the side of Steve's face before metal fingers disappear into the length of his hair. He rests his forehead against Steve's then, eyes going half-lidded. And then in a smaller murmur he says,] I know. I want you pretty much every hour of every day, too. [And that's really never stopped being the case. Steve could sometimes just look at him from across a room and Tony would feel not only a flutter in his heart but just a heat. And it's been that way for so long that he can't imagine living life any other way.]
A cabin, maybe. Somewhere. We'll try not to break anything. [Which is never a guarantee with them, with how they get sometimes. He exhales soft and slow.] Why are your hands so good? [ An empty question while his mind is starting to become addled.] You really could've been the world's best masseuse, I think. Definitely lucky I'm the only one who knows that. [Luckier than lucky, at this point in his life.]
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He's careful with his other hand, as he often has to be, touching along Steve's shoulder and towards the side of his neck. His smile is very telling as he watches him.]
Might be able to claim some innocence, then. If everything I do winds you up. [His hand slips up, touching along the side of Steve's face before metal fingers disappear into the length of his hair. He rests his forehead against Steve's then, eyes going half-lidded. And then in a smaller murmur he says,] I know. I want you pretty much every hour of every day, too. [And that's really never stopped being the case. Steve could sometimes just look at him from across a room and Tony would feel not only a flutter in his heart but just a heat. And it's been that way for so long that he can't imagine living life any other way.]
A cabin, maybe. Somewhere. We'll try not to break anything. [Which is never a guarantee with them, with how they get sometimes. He exhales soft and slow.] Why are your hands so good? [ An empty question while his mind is starting to become addled.] You really could've been the world's best masseuse, I think. Definitely lucky I'm the only one who knows that. [Luckier than lucky, at this point in his life.]