Hnn, it is. Fuck... [ It is so much better with Steve there and watching him, removing clothing and revealing skin that, by now, Tony was becoming so wonderfully familiar with. Skin and muscles that Tony knew far more intimately than he ever thought he might, and honestly, there were times when he wasn't quite sure if the last month hadn't been some kind of fucked up, near death hallucination. But, whatever. Right now all that mattered was Steve, and Steve's eyes on him as he stroked himself and his muscles trembled with electric pleasure.

There is a sigh, barely there, when Steve finally gets in close enough to touch him, part of the razor sharp desire lessening if only a little. Like this is what it was after; Steve close and skin on skin and--] Fuck, Steve, I am not okay with teasing right now.

[ His voice shakes, a barely there growl underlying the words as Steve grabs his hips and pulls him close, his arms automatically sliding around Steve's waist. It's lightening on his skin and perfect but so not enough right now and-- shit shit shit. The razor edge might be lessening, but that didn't mean Tony was really any more rational. Rather than snark with Steve, explain to him exactly how this is his fault, Tony just makes a needy noise and rocks his hips up against Steve. It's slow at first, the perfect slide of skin on skin, but it isn't enough, so Tony moves his hips a little faster, presses his forehead to Steve's neck with a huff of breath, and shakes.]

Steve-- Steve, I can't-- fuck. I don't know what's going on but fuck.