He's willing to try for the bedroom again, but not if it means letting Tony go. As is typical Steve Rogers behavior, he's all in here, and nothing short of an earthquake--or a very definitive 'stop' from Tony--is going to disrupt his focus here. The noise Tony makes only eggs him on; for once in his life he's glad he has that eidetic memory. He will never forget that sound, and he's damn well going to do his best to get more just like it.

Neither will Steve forget the feel of those fingers kneading his spine, as he explores Tony's bared throat. He's kissing him now, lining up soft open-mouthed kisses along his neck and down to the dip between his collar bones, making quiet, barely-there murmurs against his skin.

There's a gasp of protest when Tony's hand moves off of him, but after a few seconds of mental lag, Steve figures out what's just been said to him and just...drops, no protest, no eyeroll, all willing hunger. On his knees, he actually chases Tony's working fingertips with his lips, trying to kiss and nudge against his hands as he undoes his own clothing.

Steve knows how to unfasten pants, too, though, and maybe Tony's a little too slow, because it doesn't take him long to reach up and help. He is less gentle with Tony's pants than he is with his personage, but once the fabric is out of the way he looks up into his face, eyes burning as he takes Tony's erection in hand, close enough for his breath to ghost hot against the head.