Pepper secretly liked being pampered -- foot rubs, manicures, massages -- just like how Tony enjoyed servicing her. That wasn't all they did in scenes, but it characterized most of their non-sexual activities, even if it led to being sexual. Having the disparity between her preferences and Steve's will help, though Tony would gladly work out any knots in Steve's muscles. "Hm. Think we've figured out your kinda kink?" he muses.
"Dunno." Steve shrugs. He's not terribly concerned with figuring out any kinks he might have, although this does make him consider a vaguely formed idea regarding waxplay in a new light. Right now, he's just trying to get a decent hold on the whole dom thing. "What if I don't have any kinks?" he half-jokes. "What if it's just...this?" He makes a gesture that's supposed to encompass the pair of them. He's thought about that, about simply not being interesting enough or good enough to keep Tony's attention. He's heard rumors of Tony's exploits, though they might be vastly exaggerated. (But he doubts that.) Steve feels incredibly simple compared to Tony.
Silently Tony studies Steve's face. Reads between the lines. Then, he shrugs, unconcerned. "Eh, we'll figure something suitable out for the both of us. Either way, it'll be fun exploring."
"I think we've already found something suitable," he offers dryly. "But I'm willing to look for more." Because Tony's right, and Steve does have that stubborn adventurous streak that makes him want to press forward, to explore in spite of his fears. He's just worried it won't work somehow.
"Huh, I guess the whole D/S thing is a kink unto itself," Tony says thoughtfully; by this point, it feels like a staple. Before his brain wanders too deep into just how new and uncertain dating Steve will be, Tony stretches with his whole body, back arched and arms out, and grunts, "Enough pillow talk. I want up."
"All right, all right," Steve relents. "I bet you wanna get dressed again too, don't you? So demanding." But something in his hindbrain really likes the way he looks when he stretches, and he stares at Tony for a long moment. "You got something in mind, or are we just going back to the party?" Once Tony's out of the way, he scoots to the edge of the bed and sits up, doing a brief stretch of his own to work the kinks out of his back.
Tony hums without raising his head and hops into his pants. Suddenly, right then, he needed some space from Steve, just -- not too much. Too early to sleep, anyway. "I'm thinking ... Christmas movie. Just the two of us," he says over his shoulder. He shrugs his dress shirt on, but leaves the rest.
Steve pulls on a pair of lounging pants and a t-shirt, then, after a moment of deliberation, grabs his Snuggie. It's long since been removed from the plastic dry-cleaning bag for one of his Netflix binges. Although he doesn't put it on yet, he tucks it under his arm. "I'm gonna make some popcorn first," he decides. "Meet you in the screening room?"
Tony smiles. "Call it a date," he confirms as he leaves. After he slips through the door, the smile falls. God, he hopes he's doing the right thing here, for both himself and Steve.
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