Is it? [ Steve raises an eyebrow casually, down to his underwear now. He's trying to play it cool, but he's hard already - not that it takes much, especially not where Tony's concerned. When Tony spreads his legs apart, Steve thinks for a moment about toys, about how much he would want to watch Tony doing this with something else up his ass - maybe spread out on the bed where Steve can watch him.
Not that he minds being in the shower, either. He tugs his underwear down and steps out of it and into the shower, presses himself against Tony almost instantly. He licks his way up his neck and into his mouth, pushing him against the wall as he kisses him. The warm spray is welcome against his bare skin, and the feeling of slick skin up against him is intoxicating. His hands find their way to Tony's hips, pulling him tight against him, their cocks rubbing together. ]
You blame everything on me. [ He smiles as he says it, his forehead resting against Tony's. ] And it's only my fault some of the time.
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Not that he minds being in the shower, either. He tugs his underwear down and steps out of it and into the shower, presses himself against Tony almost instantly. He licks his way up his neck and into his mouth, pushing him against the wall as he kisses him. The warm spray is welcome against his bare skin, and the feeling of slick skin up against him is intoxicating. His hands find their way to Tony's hips, pulling him tight against him, their cocks rubbing together. ]
You blame everything on me. [ He smiles as he says it, his forehead resting against Tony's. ] And it's only my fault some of the time.