Condoms. Lube. Right. The first is the eternal problem of all people looking to be safe when they have sex. For Tony to think, for even a minute, to tell Steve it doesn’t matter shows how far gone he is in this. Steve might be a walking condom, but keeping him contained is important for Tony’s need for cleanliness. And as he hasn’t invented a way for men to self lubricate, that could be a deal breaker.

Luckily, Tony always keeps condoms in his wallet. Plane and limo rides sometimes take awhile and Pepper has always been fond of dresses. An added plus is that she can multitask, preparing reports while—

Tony needs to shut that the fuck off right now and as he leans up to fish the wallet from his pocket, currently around his ankles thanks to Steve’s pre-gaming session, his head turns towards the opulent bathroom. “Gonna make due with lotion.”

While Tony does genuinely like prostate stimulation, something Pepper has always been gracious with, but he hasn’t had many male lovers in his life and certainly not for a long enough time to carry lube in his pocket.

He deals with getting his shoes off and deals with getting his pants off and deals with pulling the blue foil wrapped square from inside of it while Steve is on a mission. Watching him return with that little bottle of far too expensive hand cream makes his cock twitch, eyes falling to the tent in Steve’s jeans. His head is cleared now from the alcohol but the fuzz has been replaced with desire, bright and prickly. It takes a lot of willpower not to take himself in his own hand.

“Ever our one of these on?” It’s his only one. This is not time for Steve to experiment with condoms.