Tony swallows and croaks, "Okay," but when he tries lifting himself, with the bed a too-soft surface beneath him and without the use of his arms, he needs to steel his abused core and thighs. It's slower, and he trembles a little, but Tony perseveres without assistance, a tiny wrinkle of determination on his otherwise loose face, and shambles up the bed next to Steve. His erection bounces heavily between his legs. He whines, still on his knees, his head drooping.